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Monday, June 05, 2006

study was never this painful

I could say the following was all my fault. It probably is. I mean... I knew the holidays would be this boring and all, and I did have to go back to school anyway. Actually thinking that it would have been a break from boredom was a foolish thing to do indeed...

As always, anything that I had planned to achieve in school passed without any incidents (in fact it turned out better than expected having bumped into several friends). Instead it was only about fifteen minutes later when higher powers came to the conclusion that 2 hours of sanity in Chemistry supplementary lessons was about all I was entitled to have in 4 weeks of holidays.

Boarding a Bus 13 which seemed destined for the Lilypudlian Backpackers 2006 Convention, which had all the spacious seats either occupied by a 5 foot tall person or his 10 foot tall backpack, I was forced to squeeze into the smallest seat on the bus (the one right above the wheel). One couldn't complain much at that point in time, after all, I did have both of the seats to make do with.

Well that was until a couple of stops later when Monstro (*the name of the whale from Pinocchio) and his missus decided to test the bus' weight limit. When confronted between the choice of a seat recently vacated (the previous passenger having just alighted) with a dribble of sunlight and the perfect view of Telok Kurau, or sharing the tiniest seat in the world with the largest ang moh on the bus, you could trust any sane human to make the former choice. Missus Monstro reasoned "Got sunlight ver hot" - and both squeezed into the one seat that was giving me breathing space. I just had to tuck my knees under my chin and wait (in a position reminiscent of one of Houdini's tricks) out the ride.

Spending the final fifteen minutes of my journey soaking up the moisture from their underarms, tickling my chin with my knee-hairs and being subject to pressure amounting to millions of kilograms was one thing, listening to the couple murmur to each other not-so-softly of what they'd like to do to each others (undoubtedly quibbling in excitement) inner thighs was another.

Sheer torture.

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posted by butler at 2:47 pm
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