After a long working day, the most coveted prize you crave for would be a seat in the crowded train on your way home. Not when an Indian would eventually sit beside you though. A sweating one, to make things worse. It's like deja vu, plummeting myself down into the toilets of Kanchanaburi Camp two years ago. They were no ordinaries toilets. Flooded ones, they were. Flooded with shit, that is. Now, I do not mean that Indians are shit or smell like one, but frankly speaking, the dreadful feeling I got on the train today was exactly the same one I experienced at the forbidden grounds of Kanchanaburi. Coincidence or not, it's highly debatable, considering that shit had become an integral part of today's racist jokes. I'm being no racist here though. I'm just like the people who couldn't stand the smell of durians and chou-tou-fus. I'm allergic to the essence of Farrer Park and Little India,that's all. To be fair, we would probably smell as rotten to the Indians and the Westerns. Let's just take it that we couldn't tahan the smell of one another. To put my point across, I happen to be just as allergic to the PRCs and Norwegians of my hostel. Perhaps my nose was more sensitive than usual today, the Indian next to me somehow managed to bring back memories of my ill-fated trip to the Kanchanaburi toilets. Sewage systems in the rurals were never promising, but 300 soldiers with 5 non-shitting days behind them was always going to be a handful for 2 bowls, no matter how well-maintained they were. The painful flashbacks came back strongly at me. It was my 5th non-shitting day. The irresistable urge to excrete asap was somehow successfully countered by the gooey sight that will scar me psychologically forever. It was disgusting, gross and appalling. That must have been 20 individual shits piled on one another, I thought. Different colours, forms, length, textures. Entirely different. It's like saying no two fingerprints are alike. Add urine and flies (of all colours as well) to that lump and you would have the ultimate Fear Factor tool. Urgh. My shit was stopped in their tracks. I simply couldn't do it. Anyway, the Indian alighted after a few stations. A relief, as I couldn't hold on any much longer. The puke feeling was on its way. Phew... If I have made any part of you nauseous during the course of reading this entry, my apologies.