cramped buses.

there are three things that i hate the most:

liars.
traffic jams.
cramped buses.

i strongly feel that lying is the lowest that anyone could get, next to perhaps..hmmm..the thought slips me as off the moment. but i'd get back to that in future blogs.

a more than decade old friendship slipped before my very eyes because of one, big, fat lie.
my heart dove towards blisterville a few eons ago because of a lie.
and catching someone whipping a fantabulous, spectacular well - lie, is something i dread.

maybe because i'm such a bad liar and i envy people who could bravely stitch a fabricated truth without flinching. whether it's a good or a bad thing (well, i guess being honest in a world spitting with cheaters, schemers, liars and downright pitiful jerks, telling a lie should come naturally), lying and lies remains to be on top of my HATE list. yes, i know. HATE is a strong word. and I'm using it.

why am i writing about the three things that i hate the most at the early part of the day?
well, i guess eating a bar of Van Houten chocolate failed to tick off my endorphines so here i am shooting off my mouth, ranting about my fair share of tales-slash-unpalabtable adventures on my way to work.

2. traffic jams.
have i ever written how much i hate Makati by the day?
its intoxicatingly irritating one-way streets and traffic jams that prevents you from accomplishing your task no matter how early you have mapped it out?

i hate traffic jams. i hate Makati traffic. i hate the traffic lights which seems to take that perpetual red hue.

i hate traffic jams. period.

3. i hate cramped buses.

okay. here's what totally ticked me off today - CRAMPED BUS.

left the house exactly 15 minutes before it spelled 7am. was able to board the bus 10 minutes after. passengers streamed at every stop. i figured, i shouldn't really even try opening my reading bible - Tuesdays with Morrie, lest i end up hating reading it inside a bus overflowing with warm bodies.

okay. why i hate cramped buses. it's not because i had to stand all throughout my journey towards the office.

it's because some inconsiderate conductor would continuously yell at people to get in and squeeze themselves, only to let more people in.

with this scenario, naturally, people would be pushed skin-to-skin right?
and more often than not, one would be offensive with the reactions of such stimuli.

so there i was, plopped on the aisle seat, my butt warming half of the seat reserved for two people. almost crushed to the lady in blue beside me - and with the fantastic number of people onboard, i face my share of harrassment for the day.

the man standing right beside me was pushed towards my side.
so, his crotch was uncomfortably rubbing my shoulders.
my GOD!!! talk about being offended in the most unexplainable terms.

'di ako nag-iinarte. halleur!!!!

if i happen to be a pervert, i would've enjoyed the moment.

having someone's crotch rubbing my arms and then my armpits is not exactly my idea of being greeted a "good morning"!

p*t@%gina!!!!

i have ridden almost all forms of transportation all my life.
but i have never felt offended until this morning.

so, my short list of hate-things-slash-moments-slash-incidents have just been updated.

riding cramped buses simply had to be, the most hated thing at slot number three!