I felt sorry for the auntie whose handphone sprung to life - suddenly playing out trendy music. I watched on as she fumbled the knobs on the left and right of her handphone trying to stop the music... Her face was starting to blossom red with embarassment and I could almost see the starting of wrinkles on her forehead. A few minutes later, she managed to stub the right button, pushed it, and breathed a quiet sigh of relief before we all of us on the bus explode from the horrendous din . Super Pig mused on 8:38 am
