it's one am, and technically, it's really too late for any writing. i mean, i just wrote the greatest ramble email of my life to sam, and he's probably up in thailand thinking i've gone mad or something haha. and i'm hungry. tired, hungry and rambling. not a good combination for writing at one am, if you ask me hurhur.

but reading markky's entry prodded something! i realise i always respond to someone else's writings, which means i've probably stopped thinking for new ideas on my own, and am more prone to copying ideas, as i am about to do, but... oh nevermind, who said great minds can't think alike when triggered off my one another's thoughts? me, of course, at least for the second half of the supposedly wise saying haha

but yes, markky did trigger off something, or rather, ez-linked something (that didn't make much sense, but nevermind). somehow, markky (man, i'm inflating your ego gasps o.O haha) just perfectly captured my 200 bus days. of couse, i love bus rides even more so now, since they're way cheaper than mrt rides (gone are the days of student concession sigh).

i remember kristen and suyin, when we would wait for each other / consult the bus schedule after band, whenever we didn't manage to catch a ride from our parents. running for the bus and almost getting knocked down, laughing at bad engrish / singlish on the bus (the guy who got down before us when we wanted prata remember?), talking about almost... anything random.

i remember leo, my original 200 buddy. in the same og, same faculty, same cf group. and even after band stuff got more taxing and there was little time for fridays, we still met on the bus once in a while, usually after the common exams. discussing questions, talking about life after a's, really catching up... really makes me see how far i've sort of drawn away from my first friends in ac since orientation days. new classes, new times to go home, new commitments...

then there were the randoms i met on the bus like jonathan, who figured i was taking 200 since we were both at the bus stop for almost 20 minutes and came up and introduced himself with the famous "are you taking 200?" line haha, and jeremy, who spent a greater part of the year thinking (and believing) i was j1 when i was j2 haha. everytime i think back to how we got to know each other, and it's really funny. from talking about getting a petition for more 200 buses, to crashlanding on the bus (man, that was embarassing)... strange things happen, is all i can say haha

and then there's my mum. whenever we go shopping, mum and i take the bus. 143 down to orchard (or chinatown for today, which is really nice, an eye-opener during cny, go check it out). 10 to town to meet her old colleagues. some bus that goes down to her next appointment with the doctors. and funny things always happen when we take the bus together, so much so it's like she's not my mum and i'm not her daughter. more like sisters, makes you think of gilmore girls (especially when we laugh at each other's antics on the bus, watch out). really, the old people who boarded with us at chinatown seriously shook their heads at the two of us haha.

and then, there's me. when there's no one to go home with after school. when mum erm falls asleep. when no one's going your direction from boon lay every saturday. but it's nice to be alone for once. to hear yourself think, to stone, to reflect, to observe, to decide what you want to eat next. to just... not talk for the next hour or so. therapeutic, soothing. sometimes the world gives us little time for silence with ourselves and God. and apart from the fact that there's no one to wake you up if you're sleeping on the bus and your stop's coming, being alone with Him is really nice.

long journey's on the bus are butt numbing, i can attest to that since i take a lot of the bus now haha, and sometimes tv mobile just doesn't have much sense in playing nicer shows or the volume is so loud, you can't hear chorale and shaker dance playing on the ipod (yes). and yes, bus rides cost money (adult faresssss) and 200 buses hardly have tv mobile or aircon but tons of smelly fumes if it's really bad.

but bus rides are times to think, with the scenery out the window whizzing past you like a moving picture, just like life's moving before out eyes.

i'm on to my own nightrider service now. night all (: