Right foot, left foot on gear. Right hand, left hand, tight grip. And I'm ready to stand. So yesterday, I literally stand for like more than an hour in our ride home. My friend offered me a seat but I refused to do so. I want  to stand. It's my first time standing in a bus and I'm so wobbly, I do stand tho for like less than 10 minutes. But an hour and a half? That's Guinness! It's one of my frustration to actually stand in a bus cos you can't do that in jeepneys right? So I'm quite glad that was fulfilled. Sweat on sweat. Breath for breath. It's crowded and the only moment you could move is when a passenger will get off.

But my happiness is not at its absolute best. My ultimate wish when riding a bus wasn't fulfilled, to reach the unreachable, The Handle Bars.I just wanna know the feel! Maybe it's no big deal for you. But my dear friend, as one of those petite girls to reach it without stretching your body too much or tip toeing, it's a dream come true! And so I've made up my mind not so sit until I reach that! There are like 3 instances that makes me wanna try to extend my hand and go for it. But according to my calculations, failure is written all over it and I don't wanna make a fool of myself in reaching something unattainable. I don't wanna make something stupid or clumsy that will attract attention, so I just ogle on those bars. Pathetic. There's always a time for that I believe. And my friend occasionally holds the tip of my bag. I dunno why. Maybe she thinks I might get lost and be carried by the crowd. I don't know but she's sweet isn't she? :)