This incident made my day. I've seen it, I've heard about it, but I've never experienced it till today. It's amazing how it made me realize how tolerant i was. And of course, I'm satisfied. (((:

here goes, it's called the chronicles of the purple Auntie.
But before i start, i must reveal how much i hate the music 153 bus which somehow frequents the roads at the busiest timings. yeah, it looks cool, but seats are too little!
yes, so before i drift, me and sam were on the 153 music bus. So typically, we were standing. My temper was boiling because i could only focus on myself being dirty grumpy smelly, and nothing else. When suddenly, abruptly, impolitely, i felt a shove at my bag.
And here, the purple Auntie makes the grand entrance. In desperate attempts to "kiss" the door which she was already sitting near anyway(and wasnt going to alight anytime soon),she had to push push push.
Lucky me, i was near the door and got PUSHED. needless to say, i frowned so badly i had to "tsk" her.
HAHA, and then i saw at her blouse, it's teeny weeny old-fashioned, moudly, tacky, beadings ripped off! Little old purple Aunite had to glare wickedly into my eyes and down onto her ugly blouse a few times before i realised how "solid" my bag was. so "solid" it ripped off the beadings on her ugly five dollar shirt. I stared into her eyes for about three seconds, with an extremely emotionless face before i couldnt help but turn away, smiling from ear to ear.
hello, it wasnt my fault for standing at the door. and it isnt my fault if she thought all along in her puny brain, buses only stopped at bus stops for 5 seconds. and that time might not facilitate her snailed, retarded pace of alighting the bus. and it isnt my fault if she didnt see with her deformed eyes, a big space behind me she could walk, stroll, catwalk down, or whatever without pushing me. and it isnt my fault if shes dumb enough to try to come close to a smelly person like i was then. PURPLE AUNTIES.... THEY CANT BE TRUSTED.
alas! she alighted the bus! the uncomfortability of me trying to withold my laughter subsided. but i had a sudden fit of anger again because of what she did before alighting. JAB MY BAG WITH HER LANKY WRINKLED ARM.
too bad, before i could reach down and punch her face, she dashed down the bus, and the beads even dropped! such a loser, i would rather she had confronted me and said something in hokkien, chinese teochew, lian language then having kept quiet staring down my neck. but then again, i thought about it.
sam told me all she realised was how she was staring hardly at my bag, and how thick her make up was. i inferred there and then, i looked too smart for her so she was petrified to challenge me. or she was a transvestite who didnt want to expose "himself", for if "he" talked, she would have been exposed. or she knew that she was in the wrong for jamming herself at me, causing her shirt's destruction. i mean, i was just standing still.
and i officially renounce the state of majulah singapura, the state of idiotic, dumb, impatient "aunties". S.O.I.D.I.A
thank you.

i think im such an asshole. haha, but who cares.

hahaha, anyway, i went to island creamery today. i thought i heard two cute phrases i had to remember. " love me 8 days a week" and "yellow submarine"
(((: