STINKY PRC!!!

I'm going to put aside my current status, and let this post be a damn crude one.

I can't help it.

I need to be crude in order for YOU, YOU and YOU to understand what I had gone through today.

(I make it sound as though I'm going to be vulgar. But I'll exert control on myself. So no worries there.)

Anyway.

I was feeling rather happy all morning, even when my one and only class started at 8.30am, and that class was about China's history (Tang dynasty, to be precise).

I was happy because I actually understood what the prof was teaching, and that the class was only an hour.

I was also happy because I'd be going to buy a new hp straight after class.

But all my happiness turned to nothingness, and then to gross feelings of disgust and more disgust.

Ok, this was what happened......

I boarded an almost empty train at Boon Lay station, and so I happily chose the corner seat (not the 2-seater one, the other one) and settled myself comfortably for the 1-hour trip back to TM.

Little did I know the comfort only lasted till Jurong East.

There was this PRC uncle (one look at him and you'll know where he comes from), who wore a sleeveless grey shirt that looked so pathetically gross and a pair of long, baggy black track pants that looked like it hasnt been washed for months, rushed into the train as soon as the door opened.

He has very little hair on his pathetic head, a pair of very cheapskate-looking specs on his ugly nose, and an ancient-looking slingbag hanging tastelessly across his unmanly chest.

(So can you now picture him in your head? Try not to throw up your dinner or have bad dreams later.)

Of all the empty seats he could have chosen, he choose the one next to mine.

NVM.

I decided not to be racist towards PRCs and gave him the benefit of doubt.

So initally, I didnt smell a rat.

But after a short while, like 10 seconds later, there's definitely something seriously wrong with the man.

Apart from the fact that he had his legs opened wide and his right arm touching my body (I hate it when my skin comes into contact with a stranger, unless of course, he's a hunk, that's a different story), which I could still tolerate...

But when he started to exhale his breath, OH MY F@#$ING GOD.

HE STINKS BIG TIME CAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

At first, I thot the smell was coming from somewhere else.

But when he continued to sniff and exhale, sniff and exhale TOWARDS ME, I bet on my GUCCI bag and Lester's LV bag that the horrible stench was given off by him.

OMG.

The smell was a combination of rotten eggs, smelly beancurd, hongkong feet, drains, shit, and even more shit. And if you have a sensitive nose like me, you'll be able to discover there's also an 'aroma' of metals that have gone rusty. Like the smell of blood.

Gosh. I swear, Bebe's waste smells 10 times better than him!

It's okie if you can't visualize the smell. Just know that IT WAS TERRIBLE

The stupid thing was, I dunno why he had to turn his f*^&ing head slightly towards me and breathe out.

What, do I look like a piece of mirror where you can blow air onto it and then draw a heart on it or sth???

Sicko.

I was praying hard he'd alight soon. But hell no. He happily sat there producing poisonous gas while reading his stupid book.

Finally, when I reached my tolerance level 99, I stood up and went to lean against the glass.

He then immediately shifted his saggy arse over to MY seat. *grrrr*

I dunno about you, but I think he's eyeing for that seat ever since he came to Singapore and because he has short legs and cannot walk/run faster than other people, he had to resort to making himself stink (probably by not bathing for 3 weeks) so the person (who deserves the seat way much more than he) can no longer tahan and have to stand up and leave.

Which was what I HAD to do, and I stood all the way from Raffles Place to TM.

Damn.

Why should I forsake the comfort of my seat just because the stupid person beside me stinks like mad?

I do not deserve such treatment, and neither do anyone of you out there.

His kinds are really spoiling the atas image we're trying to uphold for many years.

Sigh.

Did I mention that he alighted at TM ALSO?? Shite.

Imagine if I were to sit thru the whole journey guarding my seat, I would have to tolerate him from the west to the east, and probably by then, my lungs would have turned black because of the dirty air I'm constantly forced to breath in.

*tsk tsk*

I should have staged a play on the train. A play specially designed for the PRC man. And of course, the following conversation will be in Mandarin...

ME, talking loudly to my friend over the hp: "Hello?! EH! I tell you ar...I'm in the MRT now leh, and I dunno why, but the train VERY SMELLY leh!"

FRIEND'll probably say: "Huh, izzit? How come?"

ME, turning slightly to face the PRC: "Dunno leh. Before Jurong East no smell. But after Jurong East, the smell so strong lor! Like shit like that! Think it's somewhere near me leh...!"

And then I'll probably choke on my words before I can finish because I'd have inhaled too much air while exclaiming loudly.

Whatever it is, the fact remains that most of his kinds stink big time. I have further examples to illustrate that support my stand. But I'm just too tired to go on abt PRCs.

Had a long day today.

Bought my hp (finally!), more clothes, and rebonded my hair... *grinz*

My new collection: Moto V9

*yawns*

Accomplished quite a lot, huh?

I'm beat.

Nite.