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post monday blues

Tuesday, August 23, 2005


I had my first attack of major monday blues yesterday. A bit more than a year of working and only yesterday the first attack came. I don't know how quite to explain it but it's there, alright. Alot of grunts and sighs, I'm beginning to sound quite irritating.
Anyway, headed home straight after work. A first for me too in a long time. Usually I'd be out somewhere and sent home by Yan, decreasing leg-work and thus, getting a bit lazy to go home by train. But yesterday after work, I took the humble train. No seats lah boy. So there I was standing and staring into space, (like the rest of the office workers, only their faces look more tired and tak semangat langsung!), when I caught a whiff of an amazing, AMAZING odour!!! I turned to my left and saw, the horror the horror, an armful of hair. Which apparently belongs to a man whose race I will not mention under any circumstances, in fear of being dubbed a racist. Which I'm not, for the record. (Although by default of this sentence, we would probably have guessed anyway).
So there I was, trying to move away from this hairy person who probably has not heard of deodorant. To make the distribution of odour easier, he made wild gestures while talking and now and then, I saw a sneak preview of all those armpit hair. Amazing, I tell you. I didn't know a person is capable of having so much hair, that it doesn't bother him.
So when I saw a seat vacated by someone a few stations later, I rushed to it, like any other kiasu Singaporean. Ahh bliss... If not for my tired heeled-feet, at least I'm safe from the odour.
Right?
Wrong!
The person next to me decided to get off from the train and guess who sat next to me??? Mr. Hairy Man I Have Pit Hair For The Whole World To See himself.
I was trying to stiffle my giggles cos I found myself quite rude but at the same time, trying to hold my breathe and I found the whole thing quite absurd. Biadap sungguh, this Awin is. Tsk. I shouldn't be so rude. I should be more understanding. I mean, at the end of the day, I should expect some kinda funky smells in the train now and then, right?
See lah Yan... You spoil me too much. I'm beginning to get a tad too snobbish for my own good.



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