Bad day
In an Engineering lecture...
"Anaerobes do not require AUTISM to thrive."
"There are a lot of useful applications for the END CHIJMES in microbes."
Fast-forward a few hours...
Train journey back home today was THE ULTIMATE. Train came by Clementi and I stood beside the door waiting for people to alight. The moment I got in, I was slapped by the sudden strong, smell of those little things that come out of your ass in the toilet - yes, shit.
The smell lingered on for a while until it gets a little uncontrollable(I suspect it was coming from the teen beside me, dumbass) but thankfully, an Indian man with a seriously strong smell of Coconut Oil on his head came along and sat two seats away from me. Gimme coconut oil smell anytime man. No shit please.
Okay when I had enough of the oil smell, someone boarded the train at Cityhall Station and decided that it would be AWESOME to let the whole train smell his stinko socks/legs. Seriously dude, whoever you are, I think you need to wash your legs. And change those socks. I bet your feet are rotting in disbelief. I hope they do.
I can't decide which was worst - the pungent smell from the feet/socks or the nauseating smell from the shit. And now I am having a bad headache. I figure I should catch some shut-eye. Long weekend will be really treasured even though I don't celebrate CNY.
"Anaerobes do not require AUTISM to thrive."
"There are a lot of useful applications for the END CHIJMES in microbes."
Fast-forward a few hours...
Train journey back home today was THE ULTIMATE. Train came by Clementi and I stood beside the door waiting for people to alight. The moment I got in, I was slapped by the sudden strong, smell of those little things that come out of your ass in the toilet - yes, shit.
The smell lingered on for a while until it gets a little uncontrollable(I suspect it was coming from the teen beside me, dumbass) but thankfully, an Indian man with a seriously strong smell of Coconut Oil on his head came along and sat two seats away from me. Gimme coconut oil smell anytime man. No shit please.
Okay when I had enough of the oil smell, someone boarded the train at Cityhall Station and decided that it would be AWESOME to let the whole train smell his stinko socks/legs. Seriously dude, whoever you are, I think you need to wash your legs. And change those socks. I bet your feet are rotting in disbelief. I hope they do.
I can't decide which was worst - the pungent smell from the feet/socks or the nauseating smell from the shit. And now I am having a bad headache. I figure I should catch some shut-eye. Long weekend will be really treasured even though I don't celebrate CNY.
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