Monday, 20 April 2009

• the little stinker

  You know sometimes people who usually smell really sweet can stink too. We're all humans and humans can have stinky farts, burps, poos, hoo-hoos and even stinky arm pits too. These things happen and it's nothing to feel ashamed about. I tell myself this to stop from cringing every time I think about last Saturday and how I think I smelled really really bad the whole day. In PUBLIC!
  
  It wasn't my fault. How should I have known that the t-shirt I was wearing was one of those t-shirts that when mixed with sweat creates this horrible arm pit smell? It was a Reebok tee. I wore it in the spirit of sports because Reebok is a sports brand and what better occasion to wear it than when at your school sports day? How should I have known that it would be really really hot at the park?
  
  Actually I take full responsibility for not thinking to bring an extra t-shirt with me, along with some deodorant. I was going to, but then when I told the scientist that I had packed a face towel with me to wipe off my sweat, the scientist said something that implied that I was being overly semangat or eager, so I decided against it and left my t-shirt in my room but packed the towel. Instead I had packed along my makeup bag which had three different kinds of lip gloss, a brush, two different kinds of eye liner, a lip stick and a miniature bottle of perfume. I bring this makeup bag everywhere as an emergency kit, but obviously it needs to be improved to avoid a stink-alert crisis. I slathered almost my entire upper body with that little bottle of perfume I had, and it helped a bit, only I started smelling really strongly of perfume after that, mixed with sweat. Oh gosh. I wonder if there is such thing as miniature deodorant?
  
  After we did our little thing and lost (we took part in our school's version of Amazing Race. We got second last. Hahaha.), all of us hung around a bit at the park watching people play for a few hours. When we wanted to leave and got to the car, it turns out everyone except me had brought an extra t-shirt. The hat guy even brought his deodorant spray. And a hand sanitiser. I was miffed. I go through so much trouble every day carrying things for emergency situations, and on the day where the emergency arises, I don't bring anything except for my stupid make up bag. It was all very twisted and cruel. I wanted to hit the hat guy a million times!
  
  Oh yeah I forgot to mention that the hat guy had talked me into going to an OAG concert later in the afternoon, right after the games. He had told me about it before, and if it was a planned thing believe me I would have brought an extra t-shirt and maybe even pants and undies too, but the scientist said I couldn't go, so, thinking I wasn't going to go anywhere afterwards, I didn't pack any clothes. Only later while we were at the park the hat guy told me to ask the scientist again over the phone, and finally she let me go. You see I wasn't so worried about being stinky and sweaty, because the hat guy said he was just going to go in his clothes too, so we'd both be stinky and sweaty. "Besides," he said. "We're going to be all sweaty at the concert anyway."
  
  I should have known his pants were on fire! When we got to the car he sprayed himself and changed into another t-shirt! And so did the other guys. He did offer me some of his deodorant, only I didn't want to smell like a dude. I can be unbelievably choosy even when things are desperate.
  
  So the hat guy, Shaz (he is also a guy in a hat) and stinky drenched-in-Burberry me rode the train to KL to Istana Budaya where the concert would be. The guys were really nice, I mean they didn't like cover their noses or anything while sitting next to me on the train. Even the hat guy didn't cover his nose when I sat next to him during the show (it was a sitting down show. So much for having everyone else be sweaty), and he has a really crazy sense of smell. So maybe I wasn't miss stinky stinkerson of stinkingshire, but just stinky.
  
  You know how I always like to look nice? Well the one time I don't look nice, the one time my hair is all greasy from sweat, the one time I'm all gross and non-fresh looking, the hat guy bumps into a lot of his old friends (okay just one old best friend, one jamming buddy and one dude from OAG who looked like he was from Weezer, but still a lot to meet at one place!) I spoke and shook hands with a lot of new people looking like crap. Although I did still manage to smile a lot, and genuinely too, because even though I smelled and looked like crap, I really had a good time. I also made the hat guy's old friend laugh. So hopefully that portrayed me as a fun, outdoorsy (because of my outfit), naturally pretty (hahaha) girl.
  
  Oh and I enjoyed the show. Except for the first band that played, Dance to the Radio. Honestly they sounded like a bunch of angry cats. It was a long line of never ending screeches, and that was just the instruments! I couldn't even tell if the guy was singing in Malay or English because he was completely drowned out by the music, but that wasn't such a bad thing because he didn't have a good voice.
  
  The second opening act, Auburn were so much better. I thought it was cute that they had roadies and a lot of guitars. Oh they sounded good too. And I really like the singer because he's the hat guy's friend and when I was introduced to him he said that he's heard a lot about me from the hat guy. That was really nice. Haha. It's always nice to hear something like that.
  
  I really liked OAG too. When they played 60's TV it almost made me cry, and my skin was all goose pimply! Radhi was really funny on stage, and he even spoke to the stuffed animals on the stage. I like people who create stories about their stuffed animals.
  
  It's funny how a lot of things can happen when you're in a state of smelliness. I'm just thankful I didn't catch anyone covering their nose. I mean that would've been horrible! And at least now I can say, "Hey, I am spontaneous too. I went to a concert right after sports day!"
  
  By the way, when I got home and took a shower, my arms were as red as a lobster. It turns out I got sunburned while doing the Amazing Race. I didn't know you could get it at the park. I always associated it with being at the beach. The burning and redness have died now, and now my arms are a sort of crisp golden brown colour, like McD's chicken nuggets. They don't match my legs though, which are still very pasty and corpse-like.

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