Flauntits

I feel molested.

I woke up early to catch the first trip back to my hometown. And as usual, packing my stuff takes me hours to pack. Catching the first trip would be like catching a fly with a chopstick (Karate Kid style). I decided to catch the later trips, and run a few errands at the city center before heading to the central terminal.

My mind was set, every time I go home, there's a 90 percent chance that I'll be sitting right next to a pretty (if not, cute) college chic. That's my joy in commuting, not only when I go home, but also every time I go commuting. Sitting next to a random college chic is awesome. The scent of their perfumes. And if its wash day, now that my friends is greatness of commuting at its best (for me, though).

Anyway, at the terminal, the filcab (a.k.a commuter van) is already half-full and the only available seats are on the last row. Normally I don’t sit on the last row, because it gets too crowded there and I don’t travel light. And normally I would wait for the next filcab, to get the roomy seat that I wanted. But today was different, I was eager to go home immediately. So there I was sitting on the last row and waiting for the other seats to be filled. After 10 minutes of waiting, the filcab is full and ready to go. I paid my fare. I put on my earphones, played my favorite mp3s and for a minute closed my eyes, then…

“Wait!” cried a woman in mid-50. “I’ll just exchange seats with my daughter.” Her daughter is sitting just in front of us right next to the window. I think its called jump seat.

Opening the door, her daughter gets out and she gets up leading towards the seat, exposing three quarters of her breasts - if she stretches a bit more her nipple will be exposed. Why, you ask. She’s wearing what she should have worn 20-30 years ago when her body is not that old-looking (odd-looking?). I mean she should’ve at least worn clothing more suitable for her age, or if she really want that kind of clothing at least pick the one with less-plunging necklines.

My hometown is at most depending on the traffic, is two-hour ride. I don’t sleep when commuting short distances, because I can’t. And even if I look straight ahead, on the corner of my right eye, I can still see half of her breasts. So I was left with only two things to consider – close my eyes for two to five minutes and think of something else. But didn’t work pretty well, I still can’t forget the sight. It was a haunting experience. It was like; I was molested in the past. And the horrible past is haunting me now.

Man I should’ve taken the next cab.

To give you a clearer picture of what I'm talkin' about, HERE's a photo I took on last few minutes of the ride. I was being carefull not to let anybody see me taking this picture. I wouldn't want "pervert" to be included in my name, would I?

Old Kids On the Block

After spending working-hours in front of the monitor, my officemates and I, call it a day. We've been doing this project night and day for two weeks or so, we decided to eat out and go for a couple of beers after.

After dining-out at this restaurant. We took the public transport on our way to the bar; clearly none of us own a car yet.

Well anyway, the driver said that there are still seats for five persons. And since there's five of us, we got in. When I was about to sit, there was like 6inches of space for my butt to sit. My officemates had to crunch up for me to sit; now there's 7inches. I had to sit because the transport started moving. So I did even only a quarter of my ass could sit.

At first I thought maybe some of the passengers in my row, are chubby that’s why my arse couldn’t sit well. Skimming if there’s someone I knew from the other passengers, I saw this middle-aged lady talking to her friend, occupying a large amount of space of the seat in our row.

Courteously, I said; “Eherm, could you please move a bit?”

The old lady ignored me and kept talking to her friend. I was a bit furious by that time.

“Madame, could you please move a bit?” I declared, loud enough that those sitting in front could hear.

The old lady ignores me again, didn’t move even an inch and kept talking to her friend. We’re already halfway to our destination. I didn’t bother asking for some space again, but I was definitely infuriated.

It was an irritating scene. Not having enough space for my ass, I can live with but ignoring my plea, now that my friends is a serious pain in the ass. Middle-aged women (I’m not generalizing, SOME) from this part of the world tend to be cocky at times when they really shouldn't be.

I was taught back in grade school to always give your seat for women if on a public transport. In which I always did, until a series of events just like this. I stopped practicing that norm, its stupid and it’s depressing. How can you still give your seat for them if some don't know how to return the favor? I don’t understand their philosophy, they want to be respected but they don’t respect those who give them respect. Sometimes I think they are kids, ‘cause they act like them, always wanting to have the bigger half of the cake.

To end this rant let me share to you their undying words; “been there, done that. You got a lot of things to learn.”

I say; “Screw you, looks like you haven’t learned much either!”