All these happened in 3 hrs

I was actually physically drop dead tired. But the thought of having no boards to work on, I am god darn sad. So! The next thing I knew, was to get changed, and took a cab down to Taka to meet Ginnise, my all time accomplice. That was what I did yesterday after work upon reaching home already. LOL!

In my journey, looking through the clear windows, I saw ppl running across the five lanes like they have been in hot pursuit. I saw a group near me, and another group a 100 metres away, and then another, 200 metres away. Challenging their lives against the speed, see who can outbeat who. They all looked in the same direction, judging the acceleration, at the same time, calculating their own speed. Their lives as stake. Smiling and laughing as they run across, winning the race. These jaywalkers. Perhaps more underground tunnels or overhead bridges?? Or shoppers are just plain lazy?

Upon reaching Art Friend, I chosed the biggest board. Have I been overly estimated myself? Well, if others can do it, so can I. I bought more brushes, more colors. This time, I want this to be a board of colors!!!

Then on my way walking towards the mrt station, I saw this oversized guy, forcing his index finger and "raping" his own nostril in the public. No one stopped him. He must have felt like heaven, but I was disgusted. Cos although I was looking at him, he care less and continue digging away in a carefree manner. It lasted for a few seconds. It was as if, if he cannot get the "gold" out from his "gold mine", he will never ever give up! (Never say die!). And alast! The ordeal ended for his nostril, with him wiping his finger onto his tee shirt.......

And yes! I took train home. There was no place for us to seat. The fragrance emitted from their underarm nearly got me killed. The oily smell from their hair is diffusing like a fragrance dispenser, every one, two min, it follows the direction of the aircon blowing and enters into my nostril, invading my lungs. And the worst part is being surrounded by the group of the same kind. The mixture of smells seemed to make my head go merry go round, and round and round, and around the coconut tree...... yes, I am a spoilt brat. God Darn Spoilt! But I have no choice, I am just paranoid with smells and bad smell will really make me puke.

In the end I have to alight a few stops earlier and took a cab home instead. By the time I settled down at home, it's too late to start painting cos once I start, I go non stop...............in the end, I went to go for my third bath and on my aircon, tidy up the place abit and chatted online, waiting for my eyes to close and go to sleep.