post-script

Nowadays, a lot of you will agree with me that the heat is insanely unbearable but still people still do stupid things to themselves.

It all started when I was enjoying my lonely journey home from school.Then came an Indian man who sat infront of me.Immediately my nose crinkled and I started gasping frantically for O2 gas.That guy had this overwhelming foul smell of cigarattes.It was as though he collected those left over cigarette buds from dustbins, ground it in a coffee grinder to obtain the essence and rubbing it on his body as though it was some sweet-smelling Johnson baby lotion, waiting for someone to carress his oh-so-hot skin.

That's not the main point. Moving on...

With my fingers that were shoved into my nostrils, I tried to ignore the smell and looked out of window, watching life pass by. Then, I saw something that caused many head-scratches. There was this metrosexual guy who was wearing this freaking French beigey checked scraf tied firmly around his neck in a weather that can literally cause anyone to burst into flames. I mean like hello?The temperature is like...boiling point?And here comes a man who is dressed like a polar bear.Do you seriously expect me to stop in me tracks to gaze longingly at your fashion statement? The only thoughts that whizzed through my mind are what the heck, what the hell, what the fudge?