Taking The Bus

It's quite a long trip going to work. About 45 mins when taking the bus and train. Though I have a choice not to, but saving gas is one practical reason. I was late for one min. so here I am sitting in one corner waitng for the next bus. I grab my pen and mini booklet to write my thoughts. I love doing this because it release some stress and boredom.

Inside this bus, some sensitive thoughts about someone last night, keeps clinging into my head. I really hate this negative thoughts....But why?....I really want to cure this feeling of hate for her. Good thing that she is not around tonight. Tomorrow, I will face another night with her. It's hard coz I thought of her as one I can consider a friend---- I hope I am wrong obout her....wrong that it is envious, jealousy and competition that drives her to such kind of attitude towards me. Just like everybody that I know inside this cold place.

Behind this smile and laughter inside this place, is confusion and longingness for someone I can call a "friend". I thought I found one.... ahhh it will be another pretention while before is pure and simple. I guess it is really hard to find one true friend inside the workplace.....

Ahh my battle at work is done and it's the morning now.... I am going home now and I will leave all my disappointment inside this bus and start a new one tonight....