Saturday, March 18, 2006

Bus

I was on the bus... before dozing off (which has been my habit over the past week)... I started to observe all that is around me. There was a couple sitting near the middle portion of the bendy bus. The guy's face beams with bliss under the warm glow of the morning sun which stretched its arm of warmth on to his face. There was the Indian man who sat just across me. He was mumbling. I don't know what it was. He looked intensely at a small phamplet on one occasion, started mumbling again. And of course the typical Singaporean youth who was so absorbed in his Razor... no, it's not pink, and it's just grey in color... And then there was the interesting guy we often see now and then, on the bus heading to town... in his singlet, showing his muscles (which I must admit were not exactly the best toned, but yet acceptable)... he, as we always would recall, is the one who stands by the isle... showing his strength. And of course there are a few elderly who sat together, heading to Chinatown... it's saturday, the usual day they hang out, I suppose so. And as I was about to alight (after I dozed off momentarily), the usual sight of disgust appeared again... the usual sight of an auntie or uncle who would place his feet onto the chair infront... and without shoes on... showing the world how "beautifully" polished their feet are, without any concern for those who might be suffering from hyper breathing difficulties around them... hey, get a pair of socks man! Anyway, as I was about to alight, there was the typical little girl, who was probably about 5 years of age, sitting comfortably beside her mummy... with the morning glow setting away... she tucks quietly and lovingly in her mum's embrace, trying to get a moment of peaceful rest, away from the bustling of the city which seems to have alighted the bus at around 9am... at Shenton way.

The typical day, on a Singapore city bus.

Sometimes I would just wish I were so normal, as to want to be a normal being... live a normal life... search for a normal home and family... no quest for glory, honor or wealth... the society's pressures are immense... finding myself, I hope so.
I think life is a long journey. I wish i knew where I am going to head for. Honestly, the dream job of mine has gone blasted while i was in army during 2002... when I did not perform well enough in my A levels. The second dream job of mine sort of got an awakening at an interview in 2004... but I'm giving up this dream job... no. I thirst for a loving, peaceful, meaningful life. Whenever I think of doing something for the world around me... I often dream for just a brief moment, before I start recalling what's the meaning of "reality".


dk scribbled
10:34 AM
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