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Tuesday, September 05, 2006 Random thoughts

Yesterday after work, I was in the bus when I saw this one lady occupying more than one seat. She had her paper bags in the other seat. As usual, the bus was very crowded. I felt like slapping her when she just stared at the other lady who was standing in front. How stupid and ignorant can one be?
I remembered one time, I was standing behind this lady in a crowded train when my bag accidentally hit her leg and she was not happy. She gave me that angry look as if I did that on purpose. I was super mad so I just stared at her. I wanted her to confront me or something like that but she got off the train and she stared at me before getting off. I possibly can't force open the train door after that :D
During my pregnancy stage, I get on the bus hoping to find a seat and sit down but that was never the case for me. It was always crowded and no one gave up their seat. One lady in scarf ignored me, a guy pretended to sleep....I had enough of these pretenders. After that day, I had my papa fetch me back home. He still does it :) My sister experienced the same too. She told me she had to stand near the door when she was pregnant. That is so scary.
I met a pervert old man in a bus and I refuse to sit beside any old man now.
After thinking back on all these, the more I should invest my salaries into those driving classes and get my license soon or give DH the green signal to learn Class 2. I've got an idea. I can instigate DH to ask his boss to sponsor him. That way, I can get DH to pay for my lessons and his boss to pay for his *evil smile*. Well I think it might work out because according to my colleague, whenever I tell stories about DH's boss, she thinks he is a gay. I would not want to go into details cos nothing is safe in the internet.

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