old devil's moon

that day on the bus, it was cold, rainy and dirty.

the aircon above me was leaking like an incontinent crank. i was surrounded by three rowdy angmoh skater boys who seemed to take pleasure in kicking their skateboards very loudly and converse with such wild abandon. their flying accents confused me.

next to us was this China couple. they were staring at the reckless angmoh boys with such fascination u'd thought they had never seen some before. i could see it in their eyes. bemusement, mixed with a generous dash of haughty disdain and disapproval. perhaps it's an asian trait. some pride issue. that we believe we're always more civilised and better behaved than those angmoh devils.
 
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i kept my eyes straight ahead away from the theatrics of Life around me and there he was, the pudgy acs pri boy. there he was, mixing some kind of clear, gooey, mucus-like substance on his fleshy palm. he sniffed it abit, swirled it around and spread it aross his digits, leaving strands of goo across them. he waved that abominable hand about, and grinned like a cheshire cat.

then it happened. with an ominous rumbling, my vomitus spewed out like a geyser, totalling an awesome 6 feet in height. a spectacular sight. it showered rude blessings upon the angmoh kids, the china couple, the icky boy and splattered a few unfortunate passengers. they froze in sheer shock, bulging eyeballs and mouths agape and all.

i wished they'd move more abit, cos not before long my vomitus congealed under the shining sun (which had come out by now), sealing them in their vivid expressions for eternity.

i took a curtsey, got off, and pranced home gaily.