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Monday, August 13, 2007

its been a long day out there.

sch was fine.
its now no longer a dread to go to sch. even with the long journey that dont seem so long anymore.

and, ever since then, im liking long bus rides. :)
but thats only when i have a seat.
cos only then, i get to sit, look out of the window. and just dream. dream. dream and wander off into some land of my own.
and its a good time to just settle my mind, away from books and studies. and just think abt stuffs that randomly come into my mind.

how often do we get to set time aside to just dream and think about random stuffs like what will i turn out to be 10 years down the road?

seldom cos its just hard to stop once you've start your day.

*

i was walking down the street over to century square.
then came this girl. probably sec 1 or 2. definitely not 3.
she was sweet looking and all and i bet if she puts her heart into her studies, she'll do well.
but the sad thing was, she whipped out a cigarette and start lighting it. then, started indulging in that harmful yet harmless looking stick.

she was merely a stranger to me.
but when i saw her lighting that stick and putting it into her mouth, there was this weird kind of sad feeling that came over me.
it seemed like she was really unwilling to light that stick up. but she just did it.

it just feels like she doesnt have a choice but to smoke.
and yes, you must be wondering like why wouldnt she have a choice?
i dunno why i felt that way and i have no idea why i even felt that way cos shes totally not related to me at all.
like shes yet another passer-by. plus, there are so many smokers out there but she drew my attention.
somehow.
just somehow and i dont know how.

maybe im just being too sensitive huh.

but whatever it is,
hope things turn out fine for her.

k.
anyways,
my sis was telling me bout this nice bus uncle. :)

i usually meet bad bus uncles.
but after what my sis told me, i think i have a slight chance of meeting some nice bus uncles.

so the whole thing went like this.
there was this construction worker who boarded the bus and went asking the uncle how much is the bus fare.
and so, this BIG BIG HEART plus VERY NICE bus uncle gave this construction worker an ez-link card and told him.

"dont use coins to settle your bus fare. use this ez-link card. its cheaper. take this, a present from me."

OMG.
OMG.
OMG.

OH MY GOD.

where's that bus uncle?
i wanna see him and give him an award mann.

where to find such nice bus uncle?
all those bus uncles who i see either say,

"GIRL!! YOU GOT SCAN NOT?!?!?!"

if not,

"GIRL AH GIRL!! COME BACK COME BACK!!! I THINK YOUR CARD GOT PROBLEM."

since when will you ever ever ever find such nice bus uncle that goes like that.

if im ever that construction worker,
that bus uncle will be my role model i tell you.

i'll look into that uncle's eyes and say,
"uncle, when i make it big next time and become a millionaire, the first person i'll look for is you. i will repay you with a huge house and a car."


hahaha. i watch too many dramas.

thats not the main point.
main point is,
that uncle has a seriously HUGE heart.

my idol. :)
though i havent seen him before.

but thats also good.
cos HAHAHHA.
maybe. just maybe he might not be an uncle.
how you know? maybe he's some hot hunk who just happened to be a bus driver.
;)

okehhs.
off to my ten qns of maths.
:)

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