Absolutely no disrespect, but I would like to point out that having longer limbs has its disadvantages too.

Monica's hubby, Rick drives a very cool two-door BMW sports car. But it's not so grand when I have to climb into the back seat in a very clumsy manner. First I swing my big bag in. Then I wriggle a little to pull my jeans up. Next I stride my right leg in before bending the other limb and then I slump onto the leather seat like a heap of broken bones. The same circus-like procession happens when I get off the car while Monica (then very pregnant) stands by to watch and laugh. -_-"

And the same goes for Karen's two-door Hyundai. If only I could fold myself up and roll in, then maybe getting on and off such vehicles would take less than 5 seconds. Fortunately I'm usually the only passenger at the back and could have ample leg space to stretch my long limbs.

Public bus rides are more excruciating. My worst nightmare is the old SBS bus which has seats and leg space meant for the midgets. There is no luxury of spilling my limbs to the next seat if it's occupied. I'd try to lean back as much as possible and sit very up-right, but still my knees would be rubbing against the seat back. Sometimes they are just literally stuck to it; I can't even move my legs! And when the bus jerks (which happens so very often), OUCH!

And because I bruise pretty easily, it makes matters uglier (literally).

This is only single 165 bus ride for less than 20 minutes. And now I'm officially the girl who can't wear shorts for the next five days or so. What's more frustrating is that I get this shite every Sunday; bus 165 takes me to my church.

If travelling long-haul could cause DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis), at least you could stand up, walk around and do some stretching. Nobody's gonna stare at you and think you're mental. I certainly can't do the same on a bus! How am I going to stand up from my seat without risk being hurled forward and crush through the windscreen when bus drivers these days like to think that they're driving a Ferrari? The bus jerks so often that I could retch a bagful by the time I reach my destination. And mind you, my motion sickness has improved over the years, and still I had to take deep breaths to calm myself down before boarding the bus.

Since I'm on it, I might as well debunk some myths about being tall.
1. It doesn't make me run/jog faster. It only allows me to take longer strides but if I'm slow, I'm still f***ing slow.
2. I don't jump higher nor further. Happy?
3. The air above is no different from below.
4. I don't get high-altitude sickness when I slid on my 4-inch heels. Stop telling me to stop wearing heels.
5. Tall girls don't always get the guy. Get it?
6. Tall people do have other interests which doesn't necessarily include basketball, volleyball, netball, high jump, pull-ups and being an air stewardess.
7. Tall people are not obligated to change your ceiling light bulbs and don't always have to end up being the 'pole' in Captain's Ball game.

And I cannot fathom why people have to crotch forward, bend their bodies lower when taking pictures with me. Should you be doing the opposite? i.e. sitting really upright.

Anyway I have no qualms standing out from the crowd. I love my height and have always embraced it. But I just think it's high time public transportation, the buses especially, start doing something about the lousy seats. My legs and their kneecaps would very much appreciate it.