It is still infuriating to just even think about it, much less mention it. But I have to get it off my mind somehow, or I'll definitely explode for sure. This morning, my mother had to go to a government subsidised clinic to get her check-up done and after all that waiting and groaning in disbelief, we headed down to the next town for some window-shopping as per usual. And it happened when we were on our way back on the bus. This stupid boy (he can't even be called a man 'cause he's acting all like some pu**y!) was the second person to got onto the bus, and yet couldn't decide where he wanted to seat. My mother and I normally took the seats just somewhere in front of the bus exit as it's easier and faster to get off the bus when we arrived at our stop. That particular boy decided to change his seat to our favourite seat, and at that exact moment, the bus driver drove his bus out of the interchange. Amid the confusion and "chaos", my mother couldn't balance herself in time and nearly fell. But in the process of steadying herself as the idiotic bus driver was driving like a lunatic, she accidentally knocked into that stupid boy who proceeded to turn and stare at my mother. Feeling pissed that he should pinpoint the fault at my mother instead of the bus driver who is driving erratically, I walked past him, stared him back down and muttered: "Pu**y!" right to his face before going to where my mother was eventually sitting. That stupid boy had wanted to turn and stare at me too, but my tongue was definitely quicker than him reacting. I quickly told my mother loudly: "How is it that some people, especially "boys", can't decide where the bloody hell they want to sit quickly? One moment sit here, next moment shift there, if they cannot make up their mind where to sit, they might as well don't board the bus first and save other passengers the trouble of weaving around like lallangs caught in the breeze? Stupid people, don't even know whether they were born with brains or not?" At that reaction, that stupid boy decide to change his seat to somewhere behind where my mother and I were sitting, presumably because of the fact that, if I can't see him anywhere in front of me, I won't bother to badmouth him at all. Anyway, I leave it at that but still I felt that this isn't enough to get the anger out of my mind. When it was time to alight, my mother and I alighted the bus as per usual. And at the exact moment we got off the bus and without me looking back, I raised my right hand into a fist and promptly sticked out a middle finger for the whole world to see. Yes, the middle finger part was done on intention.

I wouldn't say things like "I don't actually like doing things like this", or "I don't like to say mean things like that". The reason why I did so is because my mother looks too kind and I always felt that strangers were bullying her for her kindness. So, I always make sure whenever my mother and I are out window-shopping, I would always make sure that I am at least one foot-step behind her. In the event that anyone shouldn't decide to "elbow" my mother because they can't find a path to walk past her, I would make sure that person really pay for doing that to my mother. And how do I go about doing it? I simply raised up my palm, used all the force and energy I have on my arm and used my palm to give that dumb-ass a good shove on the back. Not enough to break backs, but enough to make sure that person gets a shock to learn that "elbowing" my mother doesn't mean you can get away from it!