So this is how the story goes.

I just alighted from the train at Dhoby Ghaut station
and I spotted,
someone alighting from the opposite car.

She was wearing a super tight red spag,
supposedly to emphasize her ample bosom,
to me, it emphasized her great great tummy and huge chicken wing arms ,

anyway,
what caught my attention wasn't her ample bosom,
or any of her other body parts for that matter.

what made me stare,
and stare again,
was the green apple core in her hand!

Green apple core!!

What kind of inconsiderate brute would carry and eat an apple in the train?

Anyway, I stepped onto the escalator,
and she was one step behind me,
dangling the green apple core on her left hand,
which was resting on ther hand rail.

I shifted my hand further from hers.
I don't want the green apple core,
coated with her saliva to brush against my hand accidentally.

So we reached the top of the escalator,
thoughts of her out of my mind.

I walked towards towards the machine to tap my ez link card.
I opened my bag to rummage for my ezlink card.

I stopped in mid-way.

Just stopped in the middle of nowhere,
bag half-opened,
hand paused in mid-motion,

eyes wide opened in shock.

The sticky wet green apple core was staring right back at me.

Oh my god.......

I just stood there for a full minute staring disbelievingly at my bag.

I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.
The urge to laugh was overwhelming,
overwhelmingly so that it overtook the urge to cry.

So I just smiled all the way to the office.

It ended there.

I reached the pantry,
and took out my soci notes.

And I stared at it disbelievingly for a full minute again.

The whole freaking paragraph was so smudged I cldn't decipher a single word.

&*^^%^#*&^^

Oh my god!!!!!
I fully understand why some pple could commit murder.

I strongly believe in karma.

I believe that there's this natural cycle that exists in this warped world that we live in,
I believe that this is what makes our world less insane

Therefore,
I strongly believe that if the green apple core can find it's way into my bag,

bird shit will find it's way into her eyes one sunday at lucky plaza.

I strongly believe in that.

Ah hah!
:)