Posted on: Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Posted at: 6:18 PM
Sleeping at 3am after watching a throng of late night sitcoms and Grey's Anatomy was a testament to my liberation after exams! haha. Whoopee. I've got to get myself some books to read. I can feel my linguistic part of my brain slowly withering into naught.
Roach, Shuxian and I thought yesterday has got to be the worst-smelling evening ever. See, after exams, we happily took 179A out of school, awaiting our celebratory feast (or so I though) at JP. Halfway through the journey, some ah neh came up the bus and plonked his bum right in front of us. Good god the immediate stench of undried clothes and stale wet sweat bubbled together hit us. Was quite hilarious looking at all our twisted faces and desperate attempts to bury our faces into our jackets/arms. haha.
THEN! after dinner we took the MRT home. And so we were cracking jokes and bumming around the empty train carriage when i exclaimed, "eh! what's that alcohol smell ah! is the train gonna combust?!" And we all sniffed the air and pondered while looking ard rather quizzacally. THEN! suddenly the MRt train jam braked and the driver mumbled sth over the microphone and all the commuters started looking around the train. We caught sight of this pile of red vomit splattered on the floor in the next train carriage and realised, a stupid lady whacked the emergency button cos her darling friend puked after (we guessed) drinking. Omg. Firstly, emergency buttons are to be pressed and hit dramatically when HUNDREDS of LIVES are at stake cos' of... i dunno... terrorist or bomb attacks! Not for some whacked up girl who went drinking and oh! Decided to take the MRT instead of the taxi! Please la. Being working adults if you know you're gonna drink, take the bloody cab and not the MRT! The stench of vomit and red gooey one at that isn't pleasant sight for you or the rest of us poor singaporeans taking the MRT with you. SHeesh.
Haha okie thats all for ranting now! gotta meet CYn baby whoopppeeee
