Bus crisis once more.
People who think they're tall, often hold the bar on top. Precision: they THINK they are tall, but actually they aren't (also think I'm short, but not really either). Get my point??? The feeling is like if somebody's trying to climb on you to reach the bar. They mess up my hairs. Not just that, but their ARMPIT. O-M-G. Do you wash yourself once in a while? Smell like...dead fish. *yark*
Another thing, why on earth do you need to read your large journal during "get home" rush hour? Anyway, isn't a journal suppose to be read in the morning??? *tsk*
It is like if I'm totally invisible. Can people actually see me??? As far as I know, I'm not dead yet...
I'm stopping here before I get a high pressure. *deep breath* Sigh!!!
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