waiting patiently at the 852 bus-stop near my house. situation at the bus-stop: the sun was blistering hot (thankfully there's something called shelter :)), passing-by aunties carrying big and small plastic bags of vegetables and tagging chubby little kiddos and intoxicating bus fumes.
here comes the happening of the day! :D
like any typical person, there is the outstretched neck followed by the squinting of our eyes at the distant bus signage located at the forehead of the bus. much disappointment, it wasn't the bus i was hoping for. bus 178 it was (20mins lapsed at the bus stop). so i retreated back to my previous position. 178 came then something caught my eye. Mr Bus Driver was scratching HIS LEFT ARMPIT with HIS RIGHT HAND followed by a deep inhalation to determine whether it was an odour or a scent. :DDDD. my jaws dropped rockbottom. "can't he do it a tad more discreetly??" gees...i thought to myself. witnessing the entire sequel was disgusting to the max. imagine the germs on the steering wheel. max and beyond! eww! *lost my supper-tite*
anyhows, this sequel reminded me of this movie "Perfume". (the protaganist) a man borned with a sense of smell so refined and attuned to every blade of grass and fragrant flower discovers his interest in perfume. One day he learnt of the most intoxicating scent he has ever experienced -the natural fragrance of a young girl- so he devised a method that would preserve her scent for eternality but would require certain ingredients. true to his colossal ambition, he stalked and murdered women in order to acquire the necessary ingredients...the rest is up to the movie to tell :D a woman's scent sure is intriguing. at least to me. :P haha just my warped sense of lyrical romanticism.
2nd scratch came from a flying ball which no-human-reflex can block. face with a little left whisker? haha!
lovely happenings of my life God has installed. ironically funny. :D
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