horrifying busride!

Today, well, yesterday technically, I dropped off Michie at clement while taking a 143 and continued the journey towards JE Interchange, in the top deck of the double-decker. There was this Indian couple, the woman looking fairly typical and timid and the guy looking like your typical Indian 'ah-beng' (gangster). No one really took notice till he said this out really loud. It's offensive and RA, so be careful, I warned.

"…then don't pick up the phone la! Your brain in your CB ah?!" – The man.
(for non-singaporean, CB = cheebai = the vagina in chinese dilact)

I don't know about you, but I was outraged for the public around me and mostly, for the poor woman who still chose to lean on him, head on his shoulder. He kept bugging her. He kept scolding her switching between Tamil and English. Five minutes later, I heard a really loud slap. Frankly, I was too scared to look at them for I feared being beaten up (man, I'm such a wuss! Hey, at least I was smart enough to use the glass reflection to watch the scene.). The woman started to cry, quite softly but still could be heard, and still on his shoulder.

Then he just kept going at her. He kept scolding her all the way till he got off a stop before the bus ride terminated at the interchanged. All this time, the woman did not say a single word to him. After they went down I looked at the Indian man, who was sitting in front of them, and we both smiled at each other in a really sad manner (it can be done, really) and shook our heads to ourselves.

Don't marry someone who hits you or raise his hands to you. Marry someone who loves you and respect you in that love. Respect. Every human deserves that. I really feel like crying for her.

Indian dude: @!$%# you! Your brain got flushed down the toilet this morning.