Thank God for bus drivers, those humble, unsung heroes of this world. In a strange foreign land, bus drivers (at least good, friendly ones) open their arms to you and make the entire place seem a lot less intimidating. Be it a tiring day, heavy rain, or a tough errand, bus drivers make the job so much easier.
That's amazingly true for those in Urbana-Champaign, who impressed me with their wonderful mannerisms and patience. Without them, life at the university would have been miserable. Again, thank you.
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5 comments:
halo gerard...how are you over in there illinois? looks like you're fine!
i have 8 more days left in Malaysia >.<
~maria
Good for you! I pray you'll have a safe trip. It'll be a blast!
and you were saying that you hate flying... >.<
It'll be a blast being here, not coming here. There's a difference. ;)
i hope u don't mean the blast literally...i don't want to get bombed!! :p
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