.:Chikine's 20th Layout:.

GEEZ... THOSE BUS TRIPS

Sometimes,

It's better not to have neccesities all the time.

I adore this picture.
The effect it turned out to be that's it.
So Glow-y, Mlow-y one..

I missed being in that moment.
With Enell in the bus.

In fact, i'm missing hitching a bus ride.
With Enell, that's it.

Those fun and cold moments in bus.
Waiting for him at the bus-stop.
Waiting for bus at the bus-stop.
Waiting for the same no. of bus at the same bus-stop,
all because i insisted on taking 1/4 occupied bus only.
Of Course, Enell hated it.

I hated taking a crowded bus if i'm with Enell.
What's the point of taking bus together, if we can't find a seat for us.
Having to end up in a separated seat for the whole journey just madden me.

I liked my bus to be a double-deck.
So that i can sit at the very front seat,
enjoying the view of passengers having to run for their bus.

I have two favourite bus.
No.30 and no.154.

No.30
Because the route will pass my childhood hometown - West Coast.
It will pass the expressway(don't know what),
whereby you're able to view all those tall building at Shenton Way,
Marina Boulevard, Esplane and soon enuff' Singapore Flyer!

No.30
Also has lots of memories.
Those frequents rides with family and cousin to Geylang Serai.
Playing truant with sis from our weekly religious class.
Instead of dropping off at Clementi Woods, we happy happy sat all the way until,
the bus made its way to Bedok Interchange.
Then we bought curry puffs and board the bus back to West Coast -
the bums were very very sore!

An unforgetable moment in bus no.30 will be when the bus stopped at Haw Par Villa.
I was with sis, nope - this time we didn't played truant.
I was accompanying her to her secondary school.
The bus was not air-conditioned, it was very empty at the top deck.
Me and sis were seated separately.
When we reached that bus stop,
suddenly a pretty looking white flower was blown in and landed on my lap.

I was thirlled!
The flower was cute and pretty.
I told sis and kept it in my bag.
When we reached home, around sunset time.
I digged out the flower that i found from my bag,
holding it everywhere i went in the house.
When i passed mother,
she saw what i was holding and quickly grabbed it and threw it in the rubbish chute.

I was shocked.
She was furious and ask where i got the flower from -
I told her how it landed on my lap and the place.

I still remember her dialogue that followed:-
Mum: "Asal kau gi bawak balik bunga tu hah?!
Tu kan bunga si cantik(also known as Cik Pon or cindai).
Kau nak dier ikut kau balik eh huh?!"
Me: "Mana adek tahu? bunga tu yg aleh-aleh datang. Lawa so adek ambik lah..."
Mum:"Kau dah tahu tempat tu keras, banyak pokok si cantik, asal ambik?
Hah... kau yati, asal adek kau ambik bunga tak stop dier??!"

Heh.
Then the blaming goes to sis,
who actually already told me to ignore the flower when i showed it to her.

Since that incident, i was afraid of any flower that so coincidentally comes to me.
As the flower that i took turns out to be a fangipani flower, a flower with a certain frangrance whose tree is always associated with si cantik.

Ok, for no.154
I particular loves it when the bus passed down the lane at Taman Jurong,
beside the lakeside garden. The whole stretch are filled with rows of tall trees
that looked like christmas trees.
A very nice view, especially in the morning - a little frosty.

Also for the fact that this bus was the love bus that Enell and I took to shuttle to and fro
during our Ngee Ann Poly days.

I am so missing taking bus trips with Enell.
I would gladly have a mode change of transport to anywhere with Enell.

Provided it's either of my two favourite buses.
And it's only 1/4 occupied.