the mrt has been my main MAIN transport for the past few days..weeks.
and i am seeing familiar faces who take the mrt around the same time as me.
i am amazed how people who nv purposely made it a point to meet in the end still end up seeing each other.
On my way to work i always have a book with me.
now i am reading " Running with scissors " by augusten burroughs.
its so funny, i feel like an idiot sometimes laughin and smilin to the book.
and den i try really hard to stop laughin but mentally i am laughing like crazy.
also, when i am on my way home, MRT again.
Amused how people fart and get away with it, coz its so crowded u nv really know who farted unless u hear it which u wont coz the sound of the mrt "running" camouflages the FART.

it was a bad day today, but i am glad i didnt react spontaneously to the argument(and i always dont) coz i would be speaking words of anger, those words dat came to my mind at that point in time, if i would have said it out i think i would regret now.