Christine. 22. Wants to live a simple and boring life.
Amanda Li Ying Meng Kiat Tonggab Yi Wen Yi Xin
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"Are you a Japanese?"
I could immediately tell from her accent and her dressing she's not local. She wore a red beret, and looked rather fashionable for her age.
"Oh no I'm not. I'm local." I told her, mildly surprised by her question.
"Does anyone mistake you for a Korean or a Japanese?" She asked with widened eyes and a cocked head.
"Er...hahah no not really..."
I was feeling a little uneasy under her scrutinising, so I shot back a question at her.
"Are you a foreigner? You don't seem to be a local."
"Oh I'm a Mongolian."
"Oh! A Mongolian!" I think my face looked really surprised because it was the first time I've talked to a Mongolian.
Well anyway the bus came and we boarded the bus together.
"I could tell you're not from around here," I continued as I sat down beside her, but i thought it was pretty rude so I added "because Singaporeans dress very casually."
I think she half agreed with me, and told me that she was born here but studied in San Francisco then came back here for work again. She didn't seem to like Singapore though, and told me its because all her friends were there. I told her I wanted to study overseas, but all my friends and family are here so I didn't want to (although the main problem is no $).
She asked me what I wanted to go for, and I told her a degree in Japanese language. Well and she began first on recommendations to go Yokohama and Kobe to study because its cheaper, then started telling me about her story about how she pursued her design degree in Fashion Designing (I told her I studied design too) , and how her friends were scattered around the world. She learnt ikebana, which is the Japanese art of flower arranging, and I told her I was interested to learn that as well. Then she told me how she wanted to start a school to teach ikebana, but because she needed so much capital she gave up her dream, and landed into a job selling insurance for 10 years and married here.
She went on telling me about the complexities of flower arranging, and I could feel how much passion she had even though she had given up on the art for 15 years. All too soon, the bus ride ended and we had to part ways. Before parting, she took my hand, held it tightly and looked at me.
"You must pursue your dream! Be it design or your language degree, go for it!" She said intensely.
I felt awkward and could only muster a weak "Thank you, it had been very nice talking to you." I think I was staring at her face really hard though, as though her mind would connect with mine and I can download all her past experiences into my mind.
She told me she felt the same, and we went seperate ways. I felt really weird. I think it was the first time someone had told me to chase my dreams. And I could tell she could understand the feeling of giving up her dream for something else, perhaps more practical, and how one would regret that. These few days my faith had been shaken, but after this weird encounter I thought it's like a reminder to me that I shouldn't waver, that I want to draw and create pictures for a living. So weird huh, even when I think back its a little weird too, but I think its good la.
Anyway comrade, every time I talk to it's like I transform into some big mouth woman. I just talk and talk and talk and talk. Hahahaha.
Did I mentioned I dropped my keys? Stupid me. *slaps head*