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A 26yr old female whose brain is powered by caffeine; without its main fuel source it has a working speed slower than that of a slug. That aside, she wishes she could grow a teeny weeny bit (read: a lot) taller and constantly whines about her weight. Enjoys devising novel ways to traumatise people with her bludders. Oh, and she is rather antisocial.

So I had to meet up with Aihuat yesterday evening to watch Nanny McPhee. Naturally, being the gian bng cheapskate people we are, the movie tickets were provided free-of-charge by the ever-obliging Jason who's working in GV. Nice guy, Jason is, without question (damn, I sound like Yoda). Heh.

Anyway, I took the MRT from Bedok and guess what greeted me when I stepped into the carriage.

The smell of shit.

I don't know where this odour was wafting from, but it was so friggin' strong it may have been in the very same carriage as me. Everyone was trying to breathe in as little as they could, while I was trying to psycho myself into thinking I was breathing in decomposing durian (don't ask me why I was thinking of that). But the best thing was, apparently the aunty seated next to me was oblivious to the whole... smelly affair. She was happily daydreaming, I suppose, because she showed absolutely no signs of registering any odour in the carriage. I was like damn impressed with her, can? The smell was so strong and everyone looked so depressed and she could be so nonchalant about it.

Until the train was approaching Tampines and she stood up, that is.

And guess what? That was when the pong hit her olfactory senses and the first thing she did was to friggin' stare at me. As if I was the one who took a dump in my seat. Stared until I got paranoid and thought, gee, maybe the odour was really from me?! Could that be my BO?!

You winz liao lor, auntie.

PS Anyway, I don't know where the smell was from, because I don't want to know. I think the person involved must already have been traumatised by both the fact that he/she actually... did it in the carriage (I think it must have been diarrhoea), and also by the stares of the other passengers. So that's the end of it.

PPS You must wonder why didn't I step out of the MRT and take another one instead. That's because I was friggin' late and the next train was like, in 7 minutes. But I was amazed that the other passengers didn't leave the train, either.
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