And that pillar you leaned on.
I hate Singapore. Don't get me wrong, I'm quite patriotic(I always hum Kit Chan's 'Home' when I'm wearing clothes after my shower, don't ask me why). But that's not the point. I don't like Singapore's small size and transport system and roads.
Yea, sure, they are all quite well-developed and stuff, but there's hardly more than 2 ways for you to get from one place to another.
Which means that you'd be like taking the same bus home every single day.
That's normal, perfectly normal as everyone already knows, until you graduate from school or something. Like, when I graduated from Cat High I actually felt something for the bus services 156 and 88. I feel detached from reality when I see those heaps of metal with heaps of flesh within it drive past me, almost as if it's a 'I should be on those buses' kind of thing. It's quite retarded, really, and it's pointless feeling so much for, of all things, bus services. This is what happens when you have too much time on your hands and don't feel like wanking--you do weird stuff.
So anyway, that's still not really the point yet.
I was on my way home yesterday(I seem to be always on my way home. Duh. Where else but home? Guess that sexplains my tendencies to hum that song =\) when I realized that I'm taking 88 from Pasir Ris. Horror of horrors. The last time I was on that accursed bus service was after NCC chalet I think. Either way, it's the bus service you take after chalets, because it drives past Pasir Ris, Sengkang, Hougang, AMK, Bishan, and that about covers everyone who bothers to attend. And then we'd be on the bus making noise, ridiculing people blasting their songs 'No money buy earphone', etc etc. Then I'd laugh at the rest who have to alight much later, meaning I get to go home, shower, and sleep before the rest of the world does. And LS would be the happiest since he lives in Pasir Ris and he'd laugh at us all.
And so much more memories, from just a bus service.
That's why I can't stand Singapore for its small size and limited choice of transport, because every bus service reminds me of something that happened or something that might have, when everything reminds you of your childhood and what made you who you are.
It's kinda sad but you still want to remain living in where you are, because
1) you don't want to move house. Moving is painful because you'd be practically leaving behind everything that you lived in--the 4 walls, your neighbourhood, your neighbours, the toilet you wanked in, your toilet bowl which eats your seed, etc.
2) it's pointless, because as time goes by you'd have exhausted all the possible ways you can go home with on the public transport. It's impossible for a human to not be attached to anything that surrounds them or accompanies them, be it a wonderful friend or a perpetually-belching classmate you dislike. It'd be tiring to keep moving on and moving on and it's definitely not in the nature of humans to do so, because humans like to stagnate.
So I guess I'd have to suck on it and carry on living in Sengkang despite the constant painful reminders of the past. It's not the past that's painful, but the juxtaposition of the past with the present that makes you feel like you shouldn't have grown up, but you can't admit that because you're supposed to be mature and willing to grow up, to accept the changing of times, to just bear with it because life is about tolerating everything Life throws at you. To be honest, I just find the lack of memorable events in JC that's regretful, because JC life is too short and rushed to be enjoyed slowly. It could be meaningful, it could be fun, but the curriculum and academically-oriented school would have none of that. Fun is not in the dictionary of students nor teachers.
To be honest I didn't start off with the intention of bashing JC life at all. It's just that..I kinda miss the past. That's all. Everything that was part of me is now..lost? It's pointless being reminded of all these stupid things, and that pillar you leaned on.
-- 3/14/2010 11:26:00 PM
