Having stayed in the boondocks for the greater part of my 25 years...
Let me finally sit you down and explain why i like taking my old faithful bus each morning .. previously to school and now to work each day.
It's got to be fate that it's the very same route as ... nearly 10 years ago!
When i step atop the bus each morning... i used to..
1) See all these familiar groggy faces of the SA guys going to school.. always the same faces.. the ties half-done up..
2) Familiar face of Jackie on the upper deck as I was boarding 97 i believe!
3) SLeep.
4) Huddle in a corner and Hope and Pray the aircon was not switched on so strong!
Travelling on my return journey each day I used to..
1) Wonder why daddy dearest wasn't around to pick me? haha
2) Drop by King Albert Park for Macs! (rarely tho.. didn't like the cliques)
3) Sleep or Wish I could sleep
4) Fall sick and feel pukey all along the way back..
5) Hot and stuff feeling... cockroaches and all.
6) Compose music and lyrics (Think Odyssey of the Mind times..)
and Now as i board the bus each morning...
Try to zone out from the LOUD and oftentimes disruptive strains of TV Mobile.
Jot down stuff to remind myself of what tasks lie ahead..
Wish i didn't have to go to work? hehe thankfully the dread is really not half as bad as previously. In fact, I quite like going to work now!
Think i've always liked working more than school. Seriously.
I wonder why people can't take more ownership of their bags instead of smashing them into the faces of innocent souls who are seated or why they can't just have a hand over their bags to support the weight and not get in other peoples' way.
Hope the days' gonna be a good one where i achieve something.
Hope it's not gonna be too COLD.
hardly.. sleep :)
and Most of all..
Relish the joys of just sitting on the upper deck, music tuned in, drifting away, day dreaming about someone, something :p listening in on my own music, admiring the ebb and tide of life's amusing and special way.
Monday, March 9, 2009
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