It has been rainy.

My Feet are soggy in my ugly muddied shoes. My Mind played images of those sick water bubbles (you know those on the soles of your feet that you know you shouldnt burst but you poke them anyway) growing by the every minute that my Butt was seated on the cold bus seat.

My Knees, my God, they were so .. arthritic-ish that I felt my hypochondriac Nerves egging me on to rub on some glucosamine cream for immediate relief (haha, I admit I wonder if they work)

Days like these always make me vividly recall what Mum & Gramma repeated warned which Yana & I repeatedly ignored and then I would swear I would never mandi malam (take night showers) for ever & ever again. Ok, yawn.. maybe jussssst for the week ahead. I curled my Toes as my Tummy thundered abit. Cant wait to get home to wash my notsonicefeeling Feet & some food.

My Eyes slowly resumed Hibernation.

The bus jerked.

I peeked open to regain consciousness of my surroundings.

There was this Guy, among the many others, getting on the bus. A quick updownup generated his notsovital statistics: Typical, average Singaporean male decked out in some really sporty looking attire, fully equipped with cap and shades all. Sporty indeed. Shrugs. Big Deal.

And just as I was about to lull back into my rest, I shot a second at the Guy. And seriously, I dont know what to make out of what I saw because he was making funny faces at me LAH. A few solid candid Polaroid poses, some more. 'A' for Effort!

My heart palpitated wildly as I revived distasteful memories of another Guy who took time off his (I'm positive) very busy schedule to pout uncontrollably & blow disturbing kisses at me (& then Yana because I needed confirmation) at a supermarket. Like real! Tak bedek! Just sharing it here sure is making me S-Q-U-I-R-M.

What's up with these weirdos!

Now at this point, you can bet that my eyes were opened WIDE & that would enable me to testify in court (as if I was going to sue him for .. for.. disturbing my peace?!) whether he was pulling his one rubber face at me or just seriously twisted demented. Like the Supermarket Guy.

I took a breath, continuing to my eyes. And chuckled inside.

Social. Awkwards.

I alighted. Scanning through the back of the bus, I saw him animatedly talking to another. If I had gotten the right person anyways.

Somedays, I need silly people like this annoyance of a Rubberface Guy to do silly unfathomable things to make me feel a little uplifted. Other days, like the day I encountered Supermarket Guy, I would've just be so offended & turned away to ignore & worried if he was some sick psychopath on the loose in need of intervention & baca ayat Qursi to calm my nerves. (one more & I really should consider categorising a list of such encounters. Just to make their effort worthwhile)

Today was Somedays because of the very many others you could have pulled a face on in the bus, you picked ME!

(: