but i'm not crazy, i'm just a little unwell

confession number 12.

i hate public transport.

yes,i hate it.i hate the fact i can't control the journey, the fact that i can't steer the path to wherever i want to go.i want to be the driver, so i can stop at wherever i like.i don't want to listen to your song along the journey,i wish i can pick mine.too much people, i get nauseated.exception, it won't be that hard if i have to stay with a bunch of lovelies people around me.no, i'm not complaining..i'm just saying my thought.

but it's all change recently, to be precised.i love to be on the train(minus the bus, i still hate it), tho the journey is long that i might prolly almost staring and scanning in and out of a person in front of me.persons, i mean.observing is just my passion,if you might ask.stop the chirpy side, i'll be all silent in the train.i find it cozy enough for me to sleep on the train too, hell yeah.don't you find it's cool enough to read tuesday with morrie while having that dum dum rhythm,listening to your fav song.a-ah, you only live once, the strokes? the beat, oh i might sing in the train. overjoy, and overwhelmed.the feeling, you just can't describe.

how do i choose between a dream and a reality?

well, i don't know either.