Tuesday, November 30, 2004
I woke up with a swollen eye this morning, and it made my double eyelid appear single. Which in turn made it difficult for me to put my contact lens on. It took me 5 minutes for each eye, instead of the usual 2 minutes for both.
I stoned my way through the journey to work on the train. The train came without me having to run for it. I found a nice empty spot to stand. It's almost impossible to get a seat on NEL during the morning madness rush, so be glad that you can find a spot to stand & have enough room to perform balancing act on the train. As I was soaking myself in trance, a Malay man came out of no where & placed himself behind me, with his bum against my bag. He found a long-lost friend, or so I think. Coz he looked like he found gold bars on the train. He settled himself comfortably, at the price of my discomfort. The train jerked once, his bum hits my bag once. The train jerked twice, his bum hits my bag twice. The train jerked & jerked & jerked. The relationship chain between his bum & my bag continues. My bag & I got irritated. Together we shoved his bum away. Sensing the irritated-ness, his bum edged away alittle. Thank god I found a seat 2 minutes later. But I was just 4 stations away from my stop. -_-"
"Dhoby Ghuat Interchange", a robotic voice greeted my ears, and I dragged my heavy bum away from the seat. I managed to squeezed my way to the door through the statues crowding around the exit. Just as I step out of the train, I got mobbed by a group of idol fans! Nah! I'm kidding. They're just group of selfish people waiting to get onto the train but fail to realise that in order for them to get on the train, they should first give way for alighting passengers. Don't you just hate them?! Speaking of Idol, my parents & my brother just quarrelled over a pair of tickets to the live show tomorrow I brought home. It's just the same old story about a pair of overly-paranoid parents & an adamant son. (My brother seems too old to behave like an adamant brat though.) Yes, I gave up a pair of tickets everyone else is dying & so desperate to get hold of & gave the tickets to my brother & my sister-in-law.
Anyhow, I got off the train & walked towards the over-spilling-with-human escalator. An Indian woman came out of no where & ran towards my direction, before I could react, she came knocking into me. I swear there are needles in her bone coz the knock hurts like hell even though she's as skinny as a pole. But perhaps I should thank her for waking me up from my trance with that vehement knock. But no, I don't deserve that knock. =(
I hopped on the next ever-crowded train heading towards Marina Bay and stood in front of a lady seated near the door. Someone tried to get down at Cityhall station, so naturally, I turned my body side-ways to give more room for walking. As I moved my feet away, I kicked something hard on the floor. I looked down & realised it belonged to the seated lady - her feet. She's not wearing boots or any sort. I just think it's a pair of heels made out of steel skin.
After all the ordeal, I finally got to the office. What a morning...But here's something to look forward to - my 3 days leave, along with a super long weekend.
// she's beautifully chaotic at 10:22 PM >> 