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Tuesday, September 27, 2005

todays mrt ride was quite freaky man. to start of i went to grab a spot in the small corners. you know the ones that are beside the seats where your butt mashes the glass against the persons face on the other side. yeah those. and i take out some notes to read, and this old lady comes and stands right in front of me. yeah grabbing the railing that is right next to me. and she too takes out some piece of paper, which looked more like a shopping list (which she read from farrer park to serangoon). i mean there was so much space?? and when the train began to empty out near serangoon she just stood there. there are so many other poles to go to. maybe the north pole would be best. i saw my opportunity and moved out slowly but steadily until i was in front of the door (which doesnt open). phew!
the other thing was this guy diagonally opposite. he was real buff and muscular and wore this shirt with real a lot of words man. but it had an interesting picture so it intruigued me. but everytime i started to stare at his chest (due to bad eyesight), he would glare back and it was one of those scary dont look at my boobs stares. but i just had to read it. i thought it might be one of those engrish.com shirts. at one point i just totally decided to stop trying to look, it was just too weird.
then suddenly i felt empty with sadness cause i remember that its only a month and a bit before almost everything and everyone is gone.
out!

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