Braces...a monologue

A hard days work, thoughts of recent events swirling in my mind, a fucking crowded bus, my disintergrating laptop bag, smelly commando book out boys, dick parked the wrong way in my underwear but too ashamed to rearrange it in public, sweat dripping down my back due to the stifling air in the bus, yet another idiot bus driver who's jerk happy....sigh.


Then came a comforting sight. Thanks to the cutey Phillipino girl sitting opposite. You made standing and suffering all the 50 mins bus ride a lot more bearable. Yes, I was staring at your braces. Yes, I have a braces fetish. Yes, I knew you were aware and thought I was weird. If only you knew how comforting your braces were. If only you knew I was smiling to myself and forgetting the strains of bus 89. If only I could have braces to look at while taking the bus home everyday. If only.

Selamat Po, Manong.

The simplest uncomplicated things...it makes me happy.