Christine. 22. Wants to live a simple and boring life.
Amanda Li Ying Meng Kiat Tonggab Yi Wen Yi Xin
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Anyway, we had our dinner at Delifrance, and we both ordered some french (oh duh its french) sounding baked rice and it was really nice, though the taste was more asian than french it still suits my taste better. And so we just caught up with the latest happenings about each other, laughing at each other's ridiculous stories (like how "hum" is processed by soaking it in chicken's stools to force it to vomit sand out.) I later saw a couple going down the escalator kissing and the guy had his hand clutching on his gf's boob WAHAHAHAHAHAH. Anyway conversations with Huiling almost always include stomach clutching laughters. We left the place at 10pm, and I took 965 home.
To you guys, 965 is just another bus service. To me though, it might sound really drama and all but the bus ride really brings back lots of memories. Its a bus that takes me back home during my secondary school years. Just being in it and goin through the routes brings me back to days whereby we had to run 2.4km outside the school, the way we took when we go to Kim Mooi's house, the road whereby sometimes Angeline, Lei Shi and I would run madly down to catch the bus, and of course, the school compounds. The flight of stairs I had to climb up everyday, the noisy canteen, the different classrooms I was in every year, the science labs and home economics room, everything, scenes flashback randomly across my mind as the bus roared pass my secondary school.
I really liked my secondary school life. Its full of ups and down, I've bullied and been bullied, I've failed and succeeded, I've been casted out and casted people out, I've been the subject of gossips and gossiped about people. And thanks to all these I've had a pretty normal yet interesting time during secondary school. I would like to go back and relive it once again, but sometimes its good enough that I can look back at those memories and go "Ahh my secondary school life had been like that."
And so my 15 minute bus journey continued, and just a few stops before mine, a pair of brothers caught my attention.
*Original conversation in Mandarin
Older Brother: *shaking the younger brother violently* OY WAKE UP LIAO LAR, OUR STOP ALREADY.
Younger Brother: *groggily* uhhh?
Older Brother: WAKE UP LIAO LAR!!! *pulls him out of the seat*
The older brother was holding to a bag of groceries, probably around 15 or 16, while the brother was a rotund 9 to 10 year old bespectacled boy whose eyes were heavy with sleep. I continued to stared at them until they disappeared from my sight when the bus left. But before that, the fierce older brother took his older's brother stuff for him and held his hand as they walked back slowly home.
I felt a pang of guilt at that time. Not ever once did I ever held my brother's hand or took his stuff for him. More importantly the number of times I've took a bus with him cannot even use up the number of fingers on one of my hand. No matter how gruff the older brother may seem to be, he's still better as an older sibling as I am bah, because nothing's as bad as ignoring. Well I suppose it's time for some self-reflection time, and try to stop snapping at my brother everytime I see him.