The recent article of overcrowding in the mrt has commented that singaporeans are too spoiled as there is still sufficient space for even personal spaces while those overseas have ppl squashed and so well packed, handrails are not necessary as no1 will fall.

All i can say is that either 1) they get on the station where no one gets on like redhill, 2) the direction they are heading has few ppl going such as harborfront 3) by the time they board a station, it's just after the stop where most ppl get off such as after Tanjong Pagar MRT where like 70% of the crowd gets off so there's bound to be place to stand or 4) they have never found themselves standing at the door or not able to get on the train at all.

Since we are supposed to be talking about inconsiderate aunties, i want to get back to my own observations in the MRT 2 days back.

I was at City Hall mrt, awaiting my turn to get into the east bound train. Already I noticed the neon yellow lines on the floor meant nothing to the several aunties who were standing rite in front of the door even though we were supposed to wait for passengers to get out of the train first b4 going in, hence the need for a clear path in front of the door. Strangely, it was only aunties who are not following the lines unless they have like children along wif them then the children are also guilty of inconsiderate kiasuism. if their thoughts can be seen, it'll probably say: aiya so many ppl, i better be no.1 if not no seats for me. later if i let all the other ppl out, other ppl inside will take my place. cannot....

So when the train arrived and the door opened, in rush the aunties first b4 all the rest could attempt to go out of the train, pushed back by the force of the aunties. ( Aunties are defined as 40-50 plus women in flowery, usually colorful blouses and slacks. Known for speaking mandarin and some hokkien. Especially known for loud voice and extra kiasuism.)

I was the final few to board the train, proving that being last doesn't mean not enough time to get on the train. >.< There was a hunched woman with white hair, probably reaching 60s. She was standing in front of occupied seats where no one bothered to give her a seat, excluding those sitting who are also her age. I noticed she stood handing on with all her might on the handrail. Suddenly her eyes lit up as there was a seat just abandoned by a young woman of my age. The bright blue seat called out to her and just as the old lady shuffled her way through, guess what happened? No prize for the obvious as an auntie run towards the train and landed her fat bum on the seat. I was so angry at the auntie as she was only like wat, 40? She could do with the extra exercise.

Now that the old lady realised that it's the battle of the seats, she got herself poised, positioned in a good place, ready for the next abandoned seat. The next station proves to be a good one as a number of seats became empty. She rushed to a row whereby there were 3 rows of empty seats. Alas she was slightly too slow as one was taken by an auntie again and another by a lanky uncle. A 14 year old Malay teenager was about to sit down when the old lady gave her a face-off battle. Though I could only see the back of the old lady's head, she was probably giving the poor innocent teenager an evil glare, challenging the teenager on her conciousness. The embarrased teenager gave up and the old lady triumphantly sat down, but not before the uncle slid his butt over to the corner seat that was meant for the old lady. Hence the uncle had the better seat while the old lady was squashed in between the auntie and the uncle.

And this is an example of a descriptive essay. haha... nah... all events are true. I just played it up a little with language. :)

Any suggestions how we should educate this particular breed of aunties and uncles who only know how to care for their selfishness?? All ideas are welcome, however silly they are~ :)