There are instances in my life where I am truly glad I was born with a poker face. ==

Today, I was going home after school. Initially everything was fine. It was bloody humid as it has been for the past few days in Singapore, and I was sweating like hell as I stood alone on the platform waiting for the next MRT station to arrive after having JUST missed the previous one. (I was just coming up the escalator and the doors closed. Sigh.) I was plugged into my earphone (yes I only listen on one side) and then I began counting my final living hours.

Then, as I stood by the entrance of the train, a man came walking up to me. He was mumbling things under his breath incoherently but I decided to ignore him as he stood right next to me. He had dishevelled black hair and a face full of stubby moustache. He was shorter than me by a few centimeters, not too thin or obese, but slightly chubby. He wore onto this white shirt with colorful words printed all over it detailing some institute and he wore long, denim jeans.

Then, he glanced at me and smiled in a goofy way. I ignored him and just stared into empty space, wondering what on earth he could possibly want with me. Then he started making, "Beep! Beep! Beep!" noises as he laughed and struck out his foot outside the ajar MRT train doors (there was a hold up, so all the doors were left open for some time.) and he kept on swinging his legs around, in an out, as he kept smiling and glancing at me. At this point I felt genuinely perturbed, and many of you would have suggested for me to change my position, but I was the kind who can just ignore everything and I just didn't allow any of these puerile acts to get to me.

So the train doors closed and the train started moving. At this point of time, the man in front of me began dancing. I was like WTF instantly and my poker face quickly came on as if out of self-protection and I blasted the music into one side of my ear. He was chanting, "Shaky~ Shaky~" as his hips kept on moving around in circles, and all this time he was staring at me. I was like WHAT THE FU** IS WRONG WITH YOU DUDE.

Then, the MRT train apparently switched tracks of something, because everyone in the train was getting thrown around and the whole train carriage flung about furiously. I slammed hard against the side of the wall, but no expression showed. The man was staring at me now, with big concerned eyes, and he asked me if I was okay, but the train kept on rocking from side to side and I kept on slamming hard onto the wall right next to me. The man continued to stare at me with wide eyes, and I think he got freaked out (PUH-LEASE.) by my apathetic self as I continuosly smashed against the side of the wall.

Seeing that I wasn't replying him, he started to sing again, this time lifting his leg up against the train door and apparently trying to do some kind of seductive pole dance. It was at this time that I could take it no longer and I fished out my handphone and started mass sending my friends a SMS (I didn't even bother forwarding the message, I just typed each one out so that I could be distracted for a longgggg time.) Fortunately most of my friends replied me quick and saved me from having to spare him another second of my attention.

However, that weirdo KEEPS ON wanting my attention. He keeps on making comments, expecting an answer from me, and he keeps on staring at me.

I think I suffered another 20 minutes of his torture, before I reached my stop. When I did, I turned to him with my usual poker face and went 'Excuse me.' in a reallyyyyyy cold voice because his whole body was blocking the goddamn exit. He had his arms oustretched as he took the entrance as his own dance stage. ==

Please don't let me meet him again.