On my way back to JuRong ConCreTe JunGle... after seeing Dr. Wxxx

yes... i am back to blog... my throat hurts... it's as if there is a FISH BONE stuck in my throat... wad the hell.. i have drank like 2 litres of water and yet it isnt helping... i have been buried in my books for the past 6 hrs... AA202... wonder if my reading is slow or my english is poor... I AM NEVER GONA FINISH STUDYING.... :( -worried to the max-

warning: THIS POST IS GONA BE LONG... yes, i am long-winded... wahahha...

before my story of the journey back to my jungle, my prev post mentioned abt stereotyping foreign construction workers with crime (esp dark-skinned - no intention of discrimination), and yes, guess wad, they just made me look at them in a different light this morning... a bangladesh construction worker gave up his seat to a pregnant lady.... OMG... that was so nice of him... -dnt ask me why i didn't give up my seat, i was too far away-

wad i have noticed: in a crowded mrt, it is always these foreign workers who give up their seats to pregnant ladies or elderly folks... as usual, the locals would either look away or pretend to be sleeping since it was early in the morning... wad is the world coming to?

anyway, there was this lady who came up the train and started laughing and acknowledging to someone... the couple who stood in front of me and i started looking in all directions... OOPS, there was no one waving or smiling back... the couple and i started to giggle... -strange lady, i thot to myself... bt well, who's to judge?-

well, yes... my trip back to the jungle on the mrt... as usual, i looked for the most empty cabin and happily sat down right smack in the centre of the row of orange seats... :) woo hoo... i was thinking to myself: 'so nice, i do not have to squeeze with others.'

'tiong bahru station'. an elderly couple came up the train, sat right beside me with no seats in between... well, i thought to myself, never mind, i still have space on my left, so i shifted a little... get this clear, i have nothing agst old ppl; for those who know me, you guys shld know i visit my grandparents often. :)

the old lady was sitting beside me, then i smelt something.... the old lady had an odor, not the usual old-ppl smell or the axe-oil aroma. a thought struck me: this old lady doesn't take baths. OMG, i am going to be on this train beside her for the next 1/2 hr. -do not start wondering how i know that she doesn't take baths, because i have worked in an old folks' home and i know-

well, i just had to bear with it, it won't be nice if i shifted seats. i felt bad. so, i just sat quietly, trying to hold my breath... 'jurong jungle'... boy, my destination, finally....

sometimes i wonder, do all old ppl dislike baths or don't bathe? if so, why don't old ppl like to bathe? is it because they are afraid of rheumatism? or are there some beliefs that say that they cannot bathe? isn't it better to bathe to feel good and clean? don't they feel irritable and dirty? or are they trying to save water? i have no idea... *fyi, all my grandparents take baths ;p*

despite, the 'aroma' that i had to deal with... there was this caucasian guy sitting opposite me. he just made everything beta. he was watching a movie on his laptop and he was using headphones.. -he's cool :)- after a while, he decided to switch it off cox he was getting off the train... he smiled... OMG, i was mesmerized.... i think he's abt 30? he's charming... i am not kidding... that gave me another thot: why are gers who prefer caucasian men or prefer to hang out with them called SPG?? hmmm........