sometimes illusions aren't so simple.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Okay,so The Red Family came to visit me this morning. I woke up with terrible teribble needle-pricks pains on the lower left of my stomach.Oh sheeesh.And they won't go away.And that is why i hate hate hate this time of the month. I just feel like curling into a ball,roll and roll on the floor,squeeze myself under my bed,wishing the pain would go away.Ppppft.I wish.

I remembered some occasions when I had not-too-pleasant encounters with people in MRT and buses,wherever.I can say I take personal hygiene very seriously.Every morning, I shower and I wash my hair.Almost all nights,I would generally shower again.Up till three times a day,well if not,twice a day. I wear most of my tops only once before washing them,regardless of how long they've been on.But i do admit,i would wear my jeans twice or thrice before tossing them in the washing machine.

And perhaps,because I believe cleaniness is one of the top factors in my The Important checklist.It,really,really bothers me when others don't.Well,I will accept it when someone gets musty and smelly and sweaty for lets say,after a run,or some sweaty jobs.Still,on second thought,someone told me before that if he goes for a run,he will use a great amount of deodorant so as to avoid people he passed while running from smelling the unpleasant.But what about those who are not doing vigorous excercises or whatsoever?

I once sat in a two-seater in MRT and to my right,the musty, elderly smell that comes from not laundering one's clothes frequently enough. And once in a bus, *a long bus ride that is!,Body Odour.Plain and simple.And horrible. And some more encounters,people were less than fragrant.

People,soap is cheap.Washing powder is cheap.*its affordable.The smell of freshly washed hair is a pleasure.The smell of old fried food is not.There really is no excuse.

Sort it out.

On another note,despite being virtually penniless,I bought a lovely new fragrance. Its sweet.And cheap.

Okay,im going to go type an email.Hahah.Maybe right,I should think of writing a real letter.Complete with stamps and addresses and "thank you Mr Postman" at the back of the envelope.

sweettorture.


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