i feel so sad.. i can't find my BIBLE.. now i can't give u the daily readings nor read them for myself.. eek!.. i guess i have to rely on some online bible..
Bus Account from my point of view
it was a warm summer day.. the heat intensified as the three o'clock hour approached.. 20 minutes passed & still no bus.. where could my personal "limo" number 81, heading for eagle rock plaza, be?.. to alleviate some of my temporary discomforts, i decide to remove a layer of my clothing, drizzle a bottled water on my steaming hot face, & fanned off with my traditional filipino "pamaypay." the sun transformed my light, brown-sugary complexion to that of charcoal.. haha.. frustrated, i called over USC's gate #1 customer representative to see what he can offer for my discomfort.. all he gave me was a smile and a kiss on the foreheard.. oh, did i mention that the man who kissed me is my father.. haha..
finally! the bus made its grand entourage on jackson and figueroa.. i flash my monthly bus pass in a detective-like fashion.. makin my way through the maze of fellow public transportation travelers, i spot a seat in the back next to a 40-yr-old man w/ his belly exposed to the world & a sleeping woman.. my welcome was quite enthusiastic.. too enthusiastic, if u asked me.. the man scanned me up & down like i was some meat product.. ooh, i felt disgusted & violated.. i had no choice but to sit next to him because my knees were weak & i couldn't stand for the duration of the trip.. the man started talkin to me; i ignored his comments.. he began to stare at my u know whats (if u know me, it's not even noticeable.. i'm only a size A).. anyhow, at one point he made some advances, tryin to "accidentally" place his hands on my knee.. violated, i tell u.. that's not what ticked me off tho.. i didn't mean to look, but his thing-a-ma-bobbers became erected when i arrived.. how disgusting..
eww, eww, eww! thnk goodness i only had to deal w/ him for 15 minutes.. *michelle takes shower*.. all right, public transportation is not THAT great.. but i do enjoy my other encounters.. just don't take the bus in downtown LA.. haha.. the pasadena ride's not bad at all..
I'm going to stop procrastinating ... once I get around to it.
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i feel so sad.. i can't find my BIBLE.. now i can't give u the daily readings nor read them for myself.. eek!.. i guess i have to rely on some online bible..
Bus Account from my point of view
it was a warm summer day.. the heat intensified as the three o'clock hour approached.. 20 minutes passed & still no bus.. where could my personal "limo" number 81, heading for eagle rock plaza, be?.. to alleviate some of my temporary discomforts, i decide to remove a layer of my clothing, drizzle a bottled water on my steaming hot face, & fanned off with my traditional filipino "pamaypay." the sun transformed my light, brown-sugary complexion to that of charcoal.. haha.. frustrated, i called over USC's gate #1 customer representative to see what he can offer for my discomfort.. all he gave me was a smile and a kiss on the foreheard.. oh, did i mention that the man who kissed me is my father.. haha..
finally! the bus made its grand entourage on jackson and figueroa.. i flash my monthly bus pass in a detective-like fashion.. makin my way through the maze of fellow public transportation travelers, i spot a seat in the back next to a 40-yr-old man w/ his belly exposed to the world & a sleeping woman.. my welcome was quite enthusiastic.. too enthusiastic, if u asked me.. the man scanned me up & down like i was some meat product.. ooh, i felt disgusted & violated.. i had no choice but to sit next to him because my knees were weak & i couldn't stand for the duration of the trip.. the man started talkin to me; i ignored his comments.. he began to stare at my u know whats (if u know me, it's not even noticeable.. i'm only a size A).. anyhow, at one point he made some advances, tryin to "accidentally" place his hands on my knee.. violated, i tell u.. that's not what ticked me off tho.. i didn't mean to look, but his thing-a-ma-bobbers became erected when i arrived.. how disgusting..
eww, eww, eww! thnk goodness i only had to deal w/ him for 15 minutes.. *michelle takes shower*.. all right, public transportation is not THAT great.. but i do enjoy my other encounters.. just don't take the bus in downtown LA.. haha.. the pasadena ride's not bad at all..