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‘‘gonna keep on trying’’
Prologue
the girl next door



It is always very easy to have big dreams. But it's gonna be hard to achieve them. For too long, everyone have been wanting big changes. You know, something impactful and life changing. Like 3D Movies, Harry Potter and Facebook. I'm not complaining.

But maybe it's time for some of us to set our visions a little lower. Time to let us return to humanity and do small changes. Small changes that actually matters more.

So while everyone is out to make a big difference. I'm trying my best to make a minor difference.

In humanity. I'm still trying.
To be more selfless and less selfish.

By the way, I love 2ne1.

I'm random. If you still didnt get it. (:

Archives
gone with the wind

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June 2011
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Credits
take a bow

Designer: electro-pop%
Icons: cablelines / leen
Post Icons: photobucket
Inspiration: denise
Quote: shawn
Image Host: tinypic / photobucket
Profile Description: that's not my name



MRT pains
Sunday, February 20, 2011

If you wonder why I'm such a hot tempered woman.
Maybe it's cause of daily impacts from MRT passengers, esp peak periods.
The annoying ones I mean.

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Okay, the first one is a little bit more forgivable than the rest due to it being uncontrolled.
Can you guess from the picture?

Yeah, that's someone giving a silent but deadly fart.
And the one lying on the ground is me, almost dead.

I smell bad sweat smells and all already. The crowd is also bad enough.
Such occasional farts always dampen my mood significantly.

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Then there's those people who have no backbones.
THEY JUST GOTTA LEAN ON THE FREAKING POLE.

And usually its cause they got no hands to hold the pole
CAUSE THEY ARE FREAKING READING OR PLAYING WITH THEIR PHONE.

I stabbed on guy with my thumb before.
Bloody idiot. The train is crowded and squeezy enough!

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Then there's those taller people which is like almost everybody to me..
Who loves reading newspaper when the train is so damn crowded.

HELLO! WILL DIE WITHOUT READING LATER ON AR?
MUST YOU KEEP TICKLING ME WITH THE BLOODY NEWSPAPER?
AND MUST YOU STAB MY EYEBALLS WITH THE EDGE OF IT?

I honestly dislike such people and usually just slap the papers away if it touches me ONCE.
I say ONCE cause it would always happen a second time.
I won't bother getting irritated TWICE.
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Then there's those people who just gotta rush while people are exiting from the train.
WTH?! FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT?!

You wanna grab some boobs? Or wanna get touched?
NEVER grind before with people is it?

GO CLUB LA.

Bloody irritating cause such people always brush across me.
AND I DONT LIKE PEOPLE BRUSHING ACROSS ME.
I DONT KNOW IF YOU GOT BATHE PROPERLY OR CLEAN YOUR MUCUS WITH YOUR SLEEVES.

SO DONT FREAKINGLY BRUSH ACROSS ME!

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AND DONT BRUSH ACROSS ME WHEN YOU WANNA GRAB THE SEAT INFRONT OF ME.
HELLO? I didnt even make the motion to move to the seat.
JUST SIT LA!

DO YOU NEED TO PUSH? DO YOU NEED TO STEP ON MY FEET?
OR EVEN WORSE, in one incident, DRAG YOUR LUGGAGE OVER MY FEET?

!#@$!@#$!#%


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AND DONT HOLD ON TO SOMETHING ABOVE ME AND SHOW ME YOUR ARMPIT HAIR!

knn. When i losing balance, but wearing smth short sleeve.
And probably have some armpit hair growing, i still wont hold.
I'll learn to balance.

Even if i hold, i'll quickly put it down after i regained my balance.

BUT SOME PEOPLE.
JUST LOVE TO SHOW ME THEIR BUSHY ARMPIT.
AND ITS FREAKING DISGUSTING CAUSE ITS DAMN THICK AND LONG.

Now these are just A FEW of my angry moments on the train every morning during peak hour.
Irritating, inconsiderate, idiots.


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