Aloe Relief

/edit/ I remembered what I wanted to type initially. I said I'm glad Singapore is small; so that whoever gets murdered will always be found. And I cannot await the day I get to undress my hanger off the dress I will dress in.

This afternoon I sat on a cold metal bench that seared through the cotton of my romper onto my skin and mingled with the heat pumping from my heart. I finished 'The lovely bones' in one sitting. The freeze was worth it. Everyday I wake up anticipating what today will happen. Not what the day will bring me but what I will be today. Some days I wake up moody and grouchy, full of self pity and ephemeral self esteem. Other days I awaken with a twig in my side, aching for someone to wallop. Yet on other days like today, I get up and work on automation, keeping my comments and smiles to myself. Pensive and slightly on edge, I am ignorant of thought streams that are channeled via brain waves unto me. So I sit and wait for my time to be called. By the way, as a frequent customer of the MRT, I do have enough experiences to tell you that the next time you give up your seat or have the intention to, please look at whoever you want to allow that privilege and think twice. Tick the checklist. Are they boring into you with their stares? Are they making 'tsk tsk' tongue noises? Are they shaking their heads in mock disbelief? Or are they standing so close to you just so you'd get the guilt and get off? If you checked any one of these, stay put. Or check your intuition (only for girls. guys, yours just do not really work most of the time). Just because Phua Chu Kang has been making fun of young people on tv does not give you the right to stare. The seat is free for all and giving it up is a willing act that should not be coerced by visual or verbal means. So train those calves. You'll need them.

Disclaimer: I NEVER take the seat with the 'Priority' arrow above them. Very inauspicious.