Wonder Boy, PDAs, Kiss Kiss and the Eerie Sounds.

Of course we do have urges to display affection, but please, GET A ROOM.

So here’s the scene. I’m en route to Bulacan for vacation. I rode the bus to Cubao. I sat on the farthest seat since my duffel bag’s really huge like I’m heading for a flight to somewhere remote, and it’s the only choice since it’s the only seat vacant, and these two naughty lovers who sat right in front of me kept kissing. As in french-kissing. And there’s this eight-year old guy who looked like Nino Muhlach (way back when he was Wonder Boy or something) sitting right next to me seeing the action-packed love scene with his bulging eyes.

I almost fanned the kid with my handkerchief, and good thing his pants are buttoned and not zippered. I mean, what the heck. I was eight when I watched Romeo and Juliet and still got that horny feeling about the love scenes. DUH.

So the entire two hours were occupied with the smacking sounds of their romance. Though I really see their efforts to make it light and not harsh so as not to produce the squeaky sounds (okay, so my narrative skills are limited in terms of love-making – which proves that I DON’T READ PORN lol) and they even stopped at intervals if ever bus vendors shout their HAMBORRGER CHEESEBORRGER and all that MANI KASOY stuff. At least they made an effort the hush the sounds or stop the madness.

I almost advised Wonderboy to keep his eyes shut, but it might induce him to throw up since the trip to Manila feels like you’re riding a mini-sized Anchors Away. And the fact that we’re at the mouth of South Luzon Expressway, I just pretended not to notice it. I’m just wondering why his Dad’s sitting in front – I mean, we should practice Parental Guidance here.

It got more intense when we got at Bicutan. This is the time where the girl had to cover themselves with the hanging curtain. That showed disrespect on my part since she used MY part of curtain to wrap themselves and do the kissing stuff. The passengers are quite startled with their aggressiveness while Wonderboy slept on my side (maybe dreaming his own set of kissing LOL).

I’d really like to clarify that I’m not a pervert when I was eight years old. Swear!

Anyway, things got nasty when the bus was caught up in the usual rush-hour traffic somewhere near Ayala. The tunnel, yes the tunnel. Since the tunnel swallowed the bus in pitch-black darkness, all of us passengers can’t see anything with our enlarged pupils. But our ears still function, and all of us heard the pressure of suction. Wait, is that really suction!? Just a mere play of the lips and all that squishy stuff, I guess.

All of us passengers got ourselves out of the bus in Cubao. Except them. Yes, I saw the girl looking at me (maybe to memorize my face since I got my first row seats with Wonderboy while watching their stunts, or maybe something else?) while I carried my duffel bag and watched them go away with the bus.

I hailed another bus to Bulacan and wished for another kissing scene slept.

I wonder what Wonderboy did right after the trip. Perhaps he went straight to the CR. Haha, nasty.