It OK to be upset, but please don't judge when you are in that particular mood. It will back fire on your conscious.

Its 8.05am, and the particular monorail station was again found packed with humans of the “rat race”...and again the petite woman stand in a line of approx 25 people in front of her. 2 days in a row, the monorail service has been getting from bad to worse. Trying to amuse herself, the particular petite woman listen to the MP3 through her mobile phone; trying to imitate the singer of the particular song as if she is doing the video clip.

The monorail sure is late today, after 15mins waiting and the monorail is still no where in sight. Surely there is a problem with the system. Yet, no announcement being made by the monorail's administration.

It’s now 8.20am and it surely is getting hotter as these humans sandwiched each other to “kiasu”ly push their way into the monorail that have just arrived. The poor petite woman was having a hard time being squashed in the crowd. However, she went out from home today being fully prepared. She fore go her sense of fashion and wore a “CROC's Mary Jane” (the truth it’s an imitation of the CROC'S) to walk to work.

At 8.45am, the petite woman finally was standing in a line in which there are only 4 people in from of her. She felt a bit of relief, with a hope that she won’t be late for work. To increase her level of patience, she took off the vest she's wearing for the day. Instantly she felt a great cool breeze against her back.

Enjoying the moment, she continued smiling while listening to her MP3. Suddenly, she felt an uncomfortable bulge against her back; it felt like a very large tummy. With the corner of her eye, she looked and saw a 40ish -50years old man was standing very closely behind her.

Trying to comfort herself, she tried to think that the guy was just being pushed by the “kiasu” people behind him. That was it...

But then, there it is again, another brush of tubby and this time the petite woman could feel something else that is a bulge...and then there it was again...and again... "YOU TUB OF PERVERT LARD!” she screamed in her heart. “HENTAI...ERO-SENIN...BAKA BAKA” she continued cursing in her heart.

She wished to turn around and asked politely for him to step behind a little, but instead she made a step a bit to the front. Seeing the petite woman made a slight move, another woman that is standing beside her move. The petite woman was then squashed by that lady, resulting of her to feel angry and gave a stern look at the woman. “You try to slip further to the front, izzit, you short girl? You little IMP, I squash you, then only you know” the woman said in her heart to the petite woman...“I am not trying to cut your line, I just need to be away from the OLD TUBBY”, she replied with her mind.

During the tense “staring contest”, the monorail arrived. The crowd started to “kiasu”ly move towards the opening door of that sadistically small train. The petite woman was pushed off from her balance and there was no other way but to let she fall. Panic and the only sentence coming out from her mouth was “Ya Allah”… over and over...until there was an arm that stops her from actually falling to the floor. The arm pushed her back to the best vertical point for her to gain her balance. Being thankful, it became clear to her that the arm belongs to the OLD TUBBY, in which now she called NICE OLD MAN. She wanted to thank him, but she felt shy.

At 9.05am, Along with the mixed emotion, she was now standing at the front most of the line with the NICE OLD MAN beside her. She late for work, she's grateful to the NICE OLD MAN, she's still upset over the HENTAI matter, and also the “kiasu” fight with the woman. All she could do was staring at her footwear while waiting for the next monorail to arrive to the station. There was also a sudden announcement on air by the monorail's administration, saying that there have been technical faulty causing distances between each arrival around 10-15mins...then the announcement keep on coming on air for ever 3mins. Wow, it was annoying.

At 9.20am, the petite woman finally got her monorail ride to work and reached the office at 9.30am.

So what’s the moral of the story? We are pretty much sure that the petite woman did learn a few lessons for the morning commute incident. How about you?