Smell of Men

Last time got one movie called 'smell of rain' advertised and reviewed on my blog.

Today I got the inspiration to make another film called 'Smell of Men'

Was on the MRT today after another set-building day.

Saw two low class uncles wearing very dirty shirts and short pants and slippers and carrying old bags. Super low class. But that was not the worst part.

Then later got three empty seats on the train and we sat next to each other.

I could smell the sweat-smell from their shirts and I swear they are more smelly than crocroaches. Felt like vomiting out the cheese fries and the ice-cream that I ate.

Still not the most terrible thing.

They were busy talking to each other. When they opened their mouths, there was a terrible stench floating around and I was poisoned by it.

Wanted to scream loudly and run crazily out of the train to save myself. But cannot because rushing home to watch Milo Peng beat Mantou.

Wah piang. Every minute really can feel myself being eroded away by the bad smell.

In the midst of the torture, I noticed that they speak heavily accented chinese. Meaning made-in-china, in case u are stupid and dont know what I am talking about.

When you are from some foreign country, dont you want to protect the image of your country and yourself as well?

Many singaporeans very judgemental one. They think all study mamas are massage ladies aka prostitutes. I think now people will think all china man smelly and low class.

Luckily somebody left a seat and I quickly escaped to the opposite bench. But as I observed, those people who sat next to them either covered their noses or they ran away to other seats like me.

The two smelly men are oblivious.

Got one mystery: They sit so close to each other they wont feel like dying meh? Or they smelly too long used to it already?

Lesson: Please bath before you go out of your house. Brush your teeth also. Thank you