While I was on my way home from SIM today,
I was busy observing people.

It was a long bus ride to and fro school btw.

And a realisation hit me.

There are so many pretty girls.
No, not in school.
On the bus.

And I've also come to the awful conclusion that even average looking girls
can look pretty,
as long as they master the art of sliding in and out of the inside seat of the bus gracefully.

It’s totally sinful,
How deceptively easy the movement seemed.

When it came to my turn to demonstrate this ability that seemed to come
naturally to all girls,

reality struck.

"Excuse me!"I had to shriek.

the inconsiderate brute was hogging the outside seat on the bus,
refusing to budge, and acting as if his butt was so big,
he has to occupy the full seat.

I edged my way into the inside seat,
holding my bag in an awkward manner in an attempt to squeeze into the seat.
All the while tsk-ing and shooting daggers at him.

I settled down, put on my music and took out my book.

5 stops went by...
he was still sitting beside me.

10 stops later...
the disgusting fella was still on the bus.

I mean, since he was so determined to sit on the outside,
I thought he probably was alighting soon,

But no!!!

Even when it came to my turn to alight,
He was still comfortably ensconced on the cushioned seat.

I prepared to alight, but before standing up,
and delivering the natural graceful manner of sliding out of the inside seat,
I mentally prepared myself, going over each and every individual detail,
even to the extent of measuring the space available to as to better position myself to make the whole process seem as effortless as the way the other girls did it.

“Excuse me!!!” I screeched again, standing up,
half surprised, half disappointed that his ears are still working perfectly fine.

He looked up at my standing form,
And very slowly, as if his legs were made of solid gold,
He shifted to allow me to pass.

And bloody hell.

The space he allowed me is so little I would be surprised if a cockroach could manage the feat that I was planning to accomplish.

Again, I pressed my bag as close to my body as possible,
I mean, my main concern every time I try to alight is that my bag would inevitably hit either the person sitting in the seat in front of me,
or the unfortunate soul sitting beside me.

So, naturally, I held it as close as possible,
And schooled my face to one of cool indifference,
As if slipping in and out of impossibly small space is something I do everyday.
I took two steps,

And my bag slammed into the face of the toad sitting beside me.

“Sorry,” I murmured dishonestly,
and before I knew it, I stepped on his foot.

He yelped.

I was wearing platforms.
And unfortunately, this pair was made of wood,
Not the straw kind,

But wood.
And quite heavy, or so I heard

*innocent smile*

Truly, it's a skill to be mastered.
It's a skill tt a clumsy girl like me can never learn

*sighs regretfully*

not even in a million years.

*grins*

But I can't say I'm sorry for that!!

Sometimes, a girl's gotta take her pleasure(albeit perverse)
where she can find it :)