tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3840379.post117772479370390738..comments2007-05-27T09:28:12.241+08:00u l a nhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04862054776537312296noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3840379.post-54764804225630374592007-05-27T09:28:00.000+08:002007-05-27T09:28:00.000+08:00i abso-freaking-lutely hate taking the train during rush hours. HELL. IT IS HELL.Ailenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16103870450668801512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3840379.post-48993021729289349632007-05-26T10:35:00.000+08:002007-05-26T10:35:00.000+08:00i encounter a lot of these fuckshits in elevators. -_-;Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01792330307673942496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3840379.post-75739185887267703352007-05-23T14:44:00.000+08:002007-05-23T14:44:00.000+08:00taking the mrt is the perfect yoga exercise. your body adjusts and you would find that your body can do the most impossible positions just to get a comfortable spot. it's also a way to exercise your breathing patterns.. or else you'll die of suffocation (or bodies with "interesting" smells) hahahahha i can sooo relate to your entry. :P good thing that the women get their own coach, separated from the guys who are sweaty at the end of the day. :P teeheeheeyawmeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01287547336230808954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3840379.post-35147434078859570202007-05-20T18:54:00.000+08:002007-05-20T18:54:00.000+08:00kapatid, i can so relate. sometimes i have fantasies of shooting all them idiots down!cyberlaundryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06769295198237873139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3840379.post-76833109957183800092007-05-10T23:11:00.000+08:002007-05-10T23:11:00.000+08:00The denizens of Sardine Land are difficult creatures, yes. ;)dante!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11096780789214585173noreply@blogger.com