ugh.. one thing i hate most about public-fucking-transport are the smells. they creep about and invade every inch of personal space.. its practically an assault on your senses.. this time, it was a basket of smelly week-old socks, a herd of army boys, sweaty shoes
[trust me. i work at a shoe shop. i'd know that smell anywhere]

had this nagging suspicion that they were all emating from one individual.. as if that's not bad enough? she [SHE!] was leaning her whole body against one of those handle/pole thingys, in typical selfish manner. and yet her ass was still bumping into me the whole time.

eeeeeewws

gawds. and don't get me started on people who oogle. fine, so i do occasionally check people out. but they are different. they blatantly stare? at least have the decency to blink for goodness sake. ugh.

not to mention the shovers. they push and fight their way into and outta the bus/train. fucking buggers la. recently, there was this auntie who actually poked angel as she was trying to board the train? actually, it was a combination of poking and flicking.. like, piss off? still dare to
"kuai dian la.. bu ran bu nen shang che"
["hurry up la, if not cannot board"]

pleassseee laaa.

anyway. silly swas is gonna leave tmr.. like, so fast? grrr. still waiting for her photos.. she's taking forever to send 'em over.. so meanwhile..


*mmmuaks*

can you see this like, round black thing? that's me. my hair at least.
i was trying to kiss swas. ahahaha. omg.

i'l miss you, swasti dewi wonowidjojo!