The Bus Rides (plus misc)

Part (i)
There is a sleeping old woman next to me now; she is probably around 50 years old or so.. and she is very probably going to plonk her head (a mere 3 dangerous inches away now) onto my shoulder anytime soon. There is also this really irritating little Malay girl/boy (you never could tell with children) behind me talking/shrieking and kicking/punching the back of my seat. OMG. If the ungodly thing wails a THIRD time i'm seriously going to have to hit him/her over his/her head with one of the old lady's Fairprice plastic bags. I guess in another time, another place -if I really thought about it- it was kind of cool. I could be sort of flattered that she trusted me enough to fall asleep beside me. But now I'm kinda distracted with the horrid thought of what I could possibly do should it really happen. Would I wiggle my shoulder? Or be taken helpfully as a temporary pillow thing? WHOA. She just woke up. Now I don't know if I should feel anything... a sense of loss, maybe.
Someone once told me that it was sort of built in in everyone to wake up jut before their stop. I wonder why- ‘cause we are indeed reaching the interchange. Gotta go! Till next time, more interesting encounters with Lorelai..

Part (ii)
I am absolutely, positively ready to become a full-fledged geisha now. I have (a) behaved modestly, (b) stopped a man with a single glance, and (c) walked with real tiny itty bite-sized steps.
(a) This ex-tkgs gal I sat next to asked if I was from tkgs. I nodded my head demurely (okay, maybe a tad violently - what can I say, I'm always glad to be recognised on the stree-bus ahem.) Then she asked if I went to the TP opening. I nodded shyly again. Of course I didn't go. But "Geisha are geisha because they duun havva choice". We are agreeable people. Then I took out my book to read.
(b) This real cute guy in the bus wouldn't stop staring at me. He was practically on another man's lap but I had to be the one who steals his sweet steady glance. He just looked and looked and I looked back. I totally mesmerised him. The fact that he was about 5 didn't make a difference.
(c) I finally walked very gracefully/ mannerly/ coquettishly towards the bus exit with impossibly small steps. It's a miracle I didn't just topple over, but then again, geisha are moving works of art.
I just haven't gotten the bad English pronunciation thing down pat. But maybe I could have English subtitles following me all around, covering half the darn scree-my body- ahem- the whole time. Or occasionally drifting to Japanese for a while. Or speak Japanese/English with an American accent.


The Mother (with a mission)