Tag Archives: lrt
The Car that leaves.
Alright, writing that at 1am in the morning ain’t fun. So factual. Let’s rewrite this. – Remember those days where your mom warns ‘Be aware of your surroundings! Later *insert race* man catch you.’ Or ‘Vanette’ stories. The newspapers are … Continue reading
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Friday train ride.
I hate trains. And buttcheeks. And passengers who can’t seem to grasp the concept of the train ain’t a zoo. So bloody well stop the swinging. Posted from my awesomer than iPhone, BlackBerry.
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Today’s discovery.
Today on the train it occurred to me, if a guy stand would he be comfortable levelling, directly, his err….zipper region to those who sits. Just curious. And if the person in front of him is of the male gender, … Continue reading
Today’s Train.
Onboard today there’s a woman in a mask, coughing with her CNY hamper in a suit and black socks, glasses, ponytail. Opposite me, there’s a man in blue, with feet so coarse that it’s white and dry. Somewhere here, there’s … Continue reading
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Chats on Trains.
Hello World, I’m stuck in the LRT. Smells like Roti Boy today with a strong whiff of cheap perfume. Do you know how they make perfumes? I would love to head back into Paris for that. Such a waste. 3 … Continue reading
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LRT.
Other than standing in the train with another woman’s butt touching mine, no it ain’t a fun thing. I’m mobbed by shuttlecocks. Now that ain’t fun too. I hate random people touching me. Or any other than my ‘touch-me-n-I-dun-feel-awkward’ people. … Continue reading
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Driver.
The first thing I would do when I have enough money to spare without my parents hounding over me and my “savings”, is to get a driver. Seriously. I rather pay for a driver, than a retarded parking and the … Continue reading
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