Exaggerated Ranting On A Bus

It’s currently 6.46pm and I’m on the bus to the Asia Jaya LRT station. Traffic is moving slower than those endless queues outside KLCC toilets which means I’ll probably be stuck on this bus for an hour. The girl sitting next to me is robbing me off my right to rot away in a public transport peacefully by having her key pad volume turned up. There she goes… TING TING TING… with every alphabet pressed. Maybe she finds it melodious. Maybe she’s trying to validate her existence to the world. I hope her battery dies.

Two man are standing beside me. They’re not elderly so they are fully capable of maintaining stability. Bring it on sudden breaks of death! I hear the words ‘methodology’ and ‘research skills’ peppering their conversation. I suspect they’re advance trained stalkers; fully equip at destroying the lives of those who deserve such treatment. A cheating partner for example, or that uncle who charges RM2 for every slice of meat you take when you go for chap fan (mix rice). Ah, great! They got seats now. Serious matters should after all, be discussed whilst sitting down to prevent anyone from jumping to conclusions.