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Sunday, February 15, 2009, 11:32 PM
Stinky Countryside PumpkinJust now when I was on the train back home, there were this very tanned man came into the train. Most of the seats where taken up already, except for the one on my left. He came running into the train and towards that seat. Sat down, was pretty quiet for the moment.
Until, he started talking on the phone, LOUD and CLEAR. I was on earphones, sound level quite high already. I still can hear him. And as much as I hate, that esscence when they speak, simply sucks big time. What was worse, when he talk, and tilt his head to me, omg, that smell. Omg! OMG! Haven't been brushing his teeth or drinking any water for the past years, perhaps. It was irritating enough that I on my music even louder, it killed alot of my ear cells though. But oh, the smell.
There isn't a need to hear, before I know
I know, there bounds to have people talking behind my back. I know, there tends to dislike me. I just so can't be bothered anymore, since it's not gonna end anyway. Fuck it people. Just know your limits. You can talk for all you want about me when I turn my back to you. Just leave some room for me alrights? Because, when you walk out, you want soom room for yourself too right?
So what's your motive of telling me you spent valentine's with a girl? Just what is it you want from me? She isn't the girl you want to woo, and you said you're not wooing any girl now. So why? Valentine's may be a day for your loved ones. But still. Sigh.
Simone, I wanted to call you up. Because at the moment of him telling me about him going out with a girl, my heart literately fell. But I know what you'll eventually tell me, so I dropped the idea. All you would say: 'Don't think too much. And he is nobody for you to control, whom to go out with and whom not to. And you've got no rights.' Right Simone? Heart kinda ache.