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03 February 2006

My LRT Ride..

normally i hate taking the LRT.. full of ppl, diff kinda smells, standing up most of the tyme... n at tymes it will hv certain technical difficulties... but i dunno why i took the LRT back from sch on fri... despite the usual thing dat i xpect, theres a lil chat which i happen to hear right in front of me... it goes like dis...

Guy : my god, jessie...
Gal : (turns around) eh, u... (paused a while) i didnt noe u go to sch here...
Guy : yea... didnt noe u sch at cck sec... (paused) wat happen to ur hair?
...the gal's frens, a guy n a gal, were giggling by now...
Gal : Oh, i perm la... today lazy to comb... (try to chg topic) why u back so late?
Guy : i got cca... (scrutinized the gal) why you sound so slutty?
Gal : (embarassed, turning around to her frens) i sound slutty meh?
Guy : (not waiting for the gal's ans) yea, u do...

i cant help smiling... i mean the guy was so direct n so loud... n the poor gal, she must be feeling so embarassed... if me, i would hv diss the guy too, let him get a taste of his own medicine... nevertheless, dat lil conversation makes my ride worthwhile for dat day...

~ peace : love : empathy ~