BUS | BUS | BUS

The bus was moving slowly, crowded but still bearable. After all, it was a scene too familiar for me now.


The kid, probably around 10 years old in front of me was occupying two seats; somehow along the journey I just had this impulse to smack his head from behind for being selfish. I knew these people too well; just because they are privileged in this country they are abusing the system.

*Few taps on his shoulder, he turned around and I said, “Hey, screw you.”*

I wanted to but it remained as a thought, a thought among others that got buried away. I was not a guy who fights against injustice that way and I certainly trying to stay out of trouble.


The songs by Fish Leong were playing when I saw this huge gigantic bulk of Mongolian Yurt in between his shorts. His ethnic has been popular for the sizes and I could not be sure whether it was an erected Yurt or the rumour is true, at least in this case.

Swiftly I turned around and infiltrated everyone in the bus, no BGs in sight. (Read bikini girls) There was only a topless guy in the bus, unusual but I told myself this is another cultural difference in sight. I will let you decide about the bulk.


Another few minutes and suddenly the bus driver shouted, (summarized)

“Hey you at the behind! Put on some shirts.”
“I have no shirt with me but I will get off the bus immediately if you want, no dramas.”

He alighted at the next stop and jogged away despite the driver was going to make an exception this time.