My eyes gazed upon this lady on the bus. She has tied black hair, pouty lips and long slender legs. On her t-shirts was this:

I am ok with all the boys Staring at me.

Well i tried hard not to stare then.




In the evening as I was walking to the bus stop, there was a ring-ring coming closer and closer.
As I turned myself to see the approaching reckus, there was this botak, china looking fat boy, plastic framed specs.
His bicycles is the kind with the busket infront.

As he approached, he skied to a halt using his legs, and came the usual rubber asphalt rubbing sound.

AS he slided GRACEFULLY pass me, I cant help but notice the words on the back of his singlet.



PRESSURE FORWARD.


Good gracious he even has those old nokia ear piece to his right ear.


I am mean tonight.