DISCLAIMER: If you think that reading the below paragraph will make you vomit/cry to your mother, father, grandmother, grandfather/get diarrhoea/etc. , the writer strongly suggests that you do not carry on. He/she/it is going to write a substantial amount of stuff that will bring about an air of boorishness.

On the way back from the western part of the country I was unfortunate enough to meet a fucking selfish person who, with no amount of vocabulary I could have described the magnitude of selfishness. Look, the [mode of transport] is so fucking crowded and YOU still had to lean your sorry arse on the fucking [thing], making it fucking impossible for others to have a FINGER-hold on to the [thing]. The [thing] is for holding, not for leaning. You want to lean on the [thing], do it when the [mode of transport] is operating during [certain] hours. Otherwise please do spare a thought for others who are packed like sardines around you and struggling to maintain stability.

And on top of that I now have a fucking activity on the best morning of the entire week. Fucking take away my [sports] session on [certain day of the week] morning. What the fuck is all this about? Whole day do some fucking sai-gang job. Screw it all man!






Alright on a lighter side of things I met Mr Chee at NIE, which is just across a street from MAE, for tea ytd. We talked for nearly an hour over iced lemon tea. Now I truly know what he is up to at NIE..