Bus Rides

i enjoy bus rides. though sometimes it really sucks to sit beside someone you think is a pervert, a drunkard or a fella who did not sleep decides to take a little nap and tends to lean slightly over towards you.

i think bus rides are amazing. it tells a story every day. different people of different walks of life.

like earlier on, a granny carried a plastic bag filled with stuffs trotted towards me. carefully, she placed her bag down and settled her butt down beside me. she then places her frail -looking hands on the railing. her glasses stood steadily on the bridge of her nose and she looked forward.

something so simple like this taught me something.

no matter how frail looking or weak, look forward.

haha thats quite of something, huh.

and another, this cute guy sitting right in front of me. tanned, toned geared with a simple topman muscle tee and levis jeans styled with a mohawk. gatsby, baby.

his laid back attitude already told me something : MOFO! ha okay, not funny. but cannot tahhan la, too cute already.

i believe seeing girls and boys does not matter neither does it make you a pervert. in fact, its a natural reaction almost everyone have.

okay whatever. what im trying to say, the longer the bus ride, the more i love it! (: