Scroching.

Bah, a few moments ago, it was raining. Then a few minutes after that, it is hot! Come on, I thought I will enjoy my two hour trip to here and then - Bam! Heat Strike. I got on a lame, hot bus - a few gusts of wind and I reckon that the bus will crumble down to the last screw. I tried to sleep and ward unecessary thoughts that occupies my pink brain, but I can't. There were nasty orcs around and they were singing wretched tunes and they were launghing like wild hyenas. I honestly thought I was inside a rusty, metal jungle full of wild, green orcs with decaying teeth and rotten fingernails. I was brave enough to keep my eyes open, hands tightly clasped around my new bag - a gift from my sad friend. Finally, I got off the bus from hell and I rode the MRT.

The MRT is reliable, it is fast and it is modern. I can restfully assure my safety arrival to my destined station. Smile on my face, I stepped to this seemingly empty cabin with persons barely resembling the orc lot I have run to earlier. Alas! The reason why the MRT was almost empty was it has no air con. Oh, my word! Ready for this ordeal, I unsheated my face towel and pressed it gently on my face and arms. I have to endure thirty minutes or so of MRT before I arrive at my destination. Then double alas! A man - weary and sweaty from the foibles outside the MRT sat beside me. He smelled... foul. I tried to ward off his stink with my towel but his aroma's strenght is really unbearable. He is dripping. His sweat was dripping on my pants. My God. I can feel it penetrating. I can feel it dripping to my skin. I've got to muster all my strenght. I held my breath and with the agility of a snatcher, I swiped the drips with my clean towel. But that move - I realized, was wrong. I can smell the foul stench of the human male body in my towel. Goddamn. Now, I am soaking - and I am smelling all the catastrophe in the MRT. I breathed through my mouth the duration of my journey.

I got off the MRT. The smell of smoke and the highway is more welcome than that man's aroma. My next stop is another Bus. I got on a pretty decent bus. Normal standard. I seated near the back for the bus is full. Nothing fancy happened here.

Okay, I now I am here sitting. Thoughts running on my head faster than the MRT. I wish somebody will save me from all this chaos. One has the capacity to do so. You know who you are.