I was on a bus tinkering with my iPhone when a blonde curly-haired little boy suddenly grabbed my phone and blurted out, “Can I borrow your iPhone?”. I nearly had a heart attack because I thought he’s some kind of a snatcher.
His mother was giving him the “you better behave” look but the little boy was persistent. He may be around four or five years old. When he sat beside me and then leaned on me, I felt like pushing him but I restrained myself. I kept reminding myself that he’s just a kid. Suddenly, he latched on to my phone and began browsing it. I was dumbfounded! O_O
He was looking for games and when he can’t find any, he returned my phone. Thank goodness, I don’t have games on my phone! His mom kept him occupied by giving him a calculator and a toy. He typed “450″ on the calculator and then mumbled some unintelligible words while playing with his toy. He’s really out of this world.
That’s the longest five minutes I’ve ever had! It’s creepy just sitting beside him… which is strange because I love kids. He even said goodbye when I was about to alight, but it’s kinda nightmarish. It’s my first time to feel this way with a kid. It’s bizarre!
I really felt relieved when I alighted from the bus. Whew!
I’ve always hated long and winding road because it makes me feel terribly dizzy and it triggers the “anacondas’” in my stomach to do a somersault. Result? Vomitting. I used to puke everytime we travel to Baguio City* when I was a kid. And I definitely detest the aftermath feeling. Darn! Just by writing this paragraph makes me sick. Arghhh! (TheCuriousMe Note: Baguio City is the Summer Capital of the Philippines.)
Now, why am I yakking about this bus and vomit thingy? Well, it seems like they implemented a new bus timing in which I’m not aware of. As a result, I “accidentally” rode the bus that took the long route. That timeslot was suppose to be the for “short route” bus that I normally take. Serves me right for not checking. Grrrr! There were so many left and right turns that it felt like I was travelling in a zigzag road!
By the time I reached the office, I was “super duper mega over” dizzy and I already felt like puking. No, I did not go directly to the bathroom. Instead, I immediately went to the kitchen area to prepare hot ginger and lemon tea to drink.
I felt miraculously better after sipping the contents of the cup. It’s even better than sniffing white flower (a.k.a ammonia) or taking biogesic or panadol. Hmmm… They said this is good for the voice too. That’s the main reason why I bought it. I never thought it works for “dizzy” and “nearly puking” people as well.
I hope by the time I finish the 24 packs, I will be able to sing one song without a glitch. La la la la la!
I was seated not far from the two ladies who were chatting happily (one lady was holding a bouquet of flowers and a card). As usual, I had an invisible bulwark set up around me as I prepare myself to take a “travel nap”. My barricade was shattered when the lady holding the card animatedly asked her friend about something. It’s loud enough for all of the passengers inside the bus to hear.
The conversation went this way:
Lady 1: Do I look like 59? (TheCuriousMe Note: Lady 1 was holding the bouquet of flowers while reading the card… It’s obviously her birthday.)
Lady 2: No.
Lady 1: Oh! Thank you! (TheCuriousMe: She’s absolutely delighted with her friend’s answer because she flashed a bright smile! Oh boy! )
In my little corner, I nearly blurted out, “No, you look like you’re 70″. Good thing I controlled my mouth, I don’t want to burst her bubble. I don’t even know them. Bad me. :p Though my “travel nap” was boorishly severed, I was still grinning mischievously. Darn! I must be going berserk. Am I making any sense? This must be the effect of not having a restful sleep.
Normally, we go to Aachen(Germany) and Liege (Belgium) to roam around, shop, and feel the cool breeze. (See related article -> Belgium ) After which, we travel via train and opted to go back to Hotel Randwyck in Netherlands at the end of the day.
One weekend, the group decided to go to Brussels (Belgium) for a change. Once the group reached Brussels, we all took the hop in hop off tourist bus so that we can check out places as much as we can within the day.
We were getting hungry after our first two stops so we grabbed a bite before carrying on. There were five of us in the group (four ladies and one guy). While eating, two of our friends (lady and guy) mysteriously disappeared. The “exciting” part was, they were holding our tour bus tickets! We were very upset and frantically looked for them. We have our hand phones but we don’t know their contact numbers. -_-
It was around 6p.m. when we gave up the search and went ahead to the train station. To our surprise, our two missing friends were at the train ticketing area. We did not utter a word. We just looked at the them and our eyes said it all. :p
The next morning, they explained what happened and our guess was right. Apparently, they went somewhere to clear up a misunderstanding (which happens frequently).
Scenario: The guy was engaged to be married in his home country and still flirting with our friend.
Ultimately, the guy broke up the engagement and ended up marrying our friend after going through the so called hiccups of a relationship . True love does exist! Ha!
Hmmm…. Maybe it can be tag as a relationship developed in Europe… and leveled up in Brussels, Belgium…. 😉