♥ Monday, January 31, 2005 ♥
10:35
because i am the rightful owner of this blog, and because i have
no one to complain to, it entitles me to be a mean lil bitch when i'm absurdly pissed this monday morning.
right, ez-link cards. do they ever expire? i was never told. okay, i was, but i never really remembered. to hell with it, i wasnt even given a bloody reminder! thank goodness for coins. so i spent 10 minutes in the tube station creating a scene at the ticketing office. it was 8.15am then. i start work in shenton way at 8.30am. and i live in hougang.
relax josette dearie, relax..
fine, i caught the
arriving in 4 minutes tube and took my place at a corner. was trying awfully hard to get over the fact that my important transportation card has lost its service after being with me for almost 4 years now (and i must complain to SBS for causing the emotional upset) when suddenly this fat stinking bastard came onto my cabin from serangoon station.
fuck. he stinks. and i seriously mean
s t i n k s. don't people ever shower?? coming from a cleanliness-first home, it was a true torture for me. i couldnt breathe. and the best thing was, he was on my right, and that's where the wind is coming from. double fuck.
to top it all off, when that fat arse lost his balance and tried to grab the railing that i was holding on to, his enormous smelly hand brushed across my shirt!!!! triple fuck. i think i might have to detox and wash it for at least 6 times.
i found my first tinge of relief when majority of the commuters alighted at dhoby ghaut and i gleefully moved to the next cabin. i mean come on, there're at least 10 cabins around. the probability of bumping into him is 1/10. talk about being down on luck.
then there's this weird woman with very very bad hair day staring at me and my earrings from her seat. i assume she has the same pair of earrings and that she prolly carried them off so well unlike me. sorry you ugly cabbage! i truly feel for you and your hair.
talk about bad mondays really. can you beat that?
