Hustle Bustle
It is real bad to take the train during peak hours.
Like uh morning. And evening too.
Today, in the tube, my face was just 2 inches away from a lady's boobs.
I tried to balance myself real well so that my face won't get buried in her cleavage when the train jerked towards the middle platform at Jurong East.
Okay. Obviously she's tall. And I'm not.
And my face is intact.
Bah. The hustle bustle of life.
Like uh morning. And evening too.
Today, in the tube, my face was just 2 inches away from a lady's boobs.
I tried to balance myself real well so that my face won't get buried in her cleavage when the train jerked towards the middle platform at Jurong East.
Okay. Obviously she's tall. And I'm not.
And my face is intact.
Bah. The hustle bustle of life.
posted by sarah y at 2:57 PM
3 Comments:
okay, it could be worse. you could be facing a super-tall gweilo with a smelly crotch instead.
Haha. If that guy is Yao Ming, the basketball player, then most likely I'll be smelling his crotch.
Why my face was never 2 inches away from boobies before?
>.<
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