Had a very unpleasant trip to meet an old friend. My left a (no offence nor generalization) prc family, my front a tired bangladesh worker, my right a lady with giantanormous bag, and my back some middle aged uncle.
Do note that the main horror and pain in the toes was coming frlm the prc family's lil hyperactive daughter who claimed for herself a metre radius dance floor. My poor toes were bruised for a couple of times.
The tired bangladesh worker stood as if he was drunk, swaying back and forth faster than 120bpm. Any faster he would have been thought to be listening to techno.
Okay the rest i shalln't rant about it. At least i'm going home now... Still it is my habit to get off at khatib to take a direct bus back...
Shalln't ponder about it too much, when the time is right only then the truth would be revealed.
Shagged...
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