A guy in a black shirt and carrying a backpack walking along, evidently in a hurry. A lady walking slowly, tall and regal. Both coming around a corner at opposite sides. You just know there's going to be that awkward moment when both stop short of actually bumping into each other.
A sign flashes past. 'Hair by Jonathan' 'Barbers and hairdressers'. I try to whip my phone out to take a picture but the sign passes by too fast.
A BSM car drives past. That might be me in a few weeks. Learning driving all over again sounds intimidating, considering I still have memories of failing my parking back in Malaysia. How many bad habits have I picked up since?
Aldi. I feel for the owners. Tesco, where I just shopped a few minutes ago, had a much fuller carpark and floor space. Here, the 6 or so cars dotted around the area are a testament to the slowly dwindling population loyal to supermarkets other than Tescos.
'Living in Expectation'. A tattered sign half a floor big catches my eye. Probably a Christian affair..judging by the well-combed man flourishing a microphone on the poster.
'Kebabish'. What shall I have for dinner? Maybe I'll break into the Indo Mee I brought home. Omelette with the roast chicken leftovers, peppers and onions. Sounds nice.
Hey there's another Chinese dude. Wonder what his life story is. How did he end up in Liverpool?
Nodding off, I catch myself just in time. Don't want to miss my stop. Yet its so hard to stay awake in the bus, the rhythm gets pretty monotonous after 15 minutes of sitting and staring at-
Oh, here's my stop.
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