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Friday, October 07, 2005
The Poor Boy

okay kill the last post
hmm, i meant the last p o s t - e r cuz its none other than miSzmeSz who typed that one.

anyway, i have one last story to tell before i take my leave (woot) i've been wanting to tell this in a long while so here goes..(with very very very rusty english)

'She sat silently in the hot and dready bus, whilst staring off into space.A group of girls were doing what girls normally do when they get together - gossip. Their loud voices and shrieky laughters can be heard over the sound of the bus's engines.

Even though she can barely understand what they're saying, she was hardly giving them any attention. Instead something caught her attention.

The passenger on the front looks like he was about to alight the bus. Without him knowing it, something (in blue) seemed to slip off from his pocket. She noticed it. But she wasnt the only one. The young boy in school uniform who's been sitting beside the old man humbly picked it up with the intention of returning that tiny possession back to its owner. Being oblivious, the old man didnt even notice the young boy calling out "uncle! uncle!"

And since the boy was sitting exactly near the bus's exit, he decided to put his head through the small railing so that he could pass the object easily to the old man, who's already standing at the exit, waiting for the bus driver to open the door. And when the bus driver finally did open the door, the boy's head, unfortuntely was stuck between the door and the railing. He did what any other person in pain would do. Shout.

And all through out the entire incident, she was just sitting there, staring blankly at the boy, the number people who quickly rush out to help him, the panic-stricken bus driver , the old man who'd already alight the bus, the shouts, the questions, the curious glances from the other passengers, the loud girls finally being quiet..

Watching as though it was just a movie. And she, being the closest to the boy (just one seat behind) did nothing. Just watch.'

Well. There you have it. Long story, and i'm glad to say the boy is fine in the end. He was lucky he got away with nothing much, just the shameful incident, and probably a slight bruise.


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