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Date: Sep 17th, 2006 2:24:33 pm - Subscribe
Mood: gelatinous


I sit in a bus, and it was a hot Saturday morning.

Well close to afternoon really, I lie.

I sweat profusely. The guy next to me was rather good looking, but he was thin, almost scrawny.

I hate men who are scrawny. Like the way men would dislike an anorexic thin girl, or an extremely corpulent one. I do not understand why that certain feeling came over, I certainly never experienced anything like that before. Years ago, I was indifferent. Maybe a certain incident has also prompted me to think that it's not bad to think about touching a guy.

Kissing him, or maybe even farther.

Hey. I'm a lady, I'm not supposed to talk about taboo topics.




I turn my head towards the back. Four or five men, who almost lay down on the seat, sprawled all over each other in the way which one could be led to think that these men had come from a drunken orgy.

Two passengers leave the bus, so I transferred to the seat they have just left. The scrawny goodlooking boy (who is now ugly to me) looked at me. In a slightly leering way.

I suppose he was looking at the lumps across my chest. I am not impressed.

The air is still hot. There is evidently something wrong with the airconditioner, and a lot of people are complaining. Including the scrawny boy, and the people at the back seat, who turned out to be his friends. They are no longer sprawled over each other; they are now sitting upright. I ignored them, they are not worthy of my notice.

Their existence melts, and I no longer acknowledge them.

I realise I am finally I am at my stop. Relieved, I alighted from the bus.

Or rather, the moving oven.
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