A figment of the past
Afert they re-routed the bus routes, I've decided not to take the feeder bus to the train station. After all, if I can walk to the train station and reach camp at the same time, there's no reason for me to spend $0.63 on a bus trip that makes me late. Today was different. I was carrying a big bag stuffed with clothes and a basketball. I was also somewhat in a hurry, thus, taking the bus is a better option. Reaching the staion wet with sweat was the last thing on my list.
I guess this sudden change in my usual routine allowed me to witness something that left me thinking. I was standing at the bus stopl, tapping my foot impatiently as I always did. then out of nowhere, I saw a girl who was donned in my secondary's school uniform. I didn't get to see her front, as she was back facing me, looking in the same direction as I am. Yeah, there's a whole bunch of girls who are schooling in that school who lives around my area. But, she is different. Almost special.
Her dress style reminds of an old classmate. The way the shirt is tucked out, how snugly the shirt sits on the shoulders, the length of the light blue skirt and the height of the socks. It's shockingly similar, if not congruent. I was almost convinced that she IS my old classmate when I saw the side of her face. That is the one distinct, differentiating feature. From the back view alone, she IS my old classmate.
The bus rolled into the bay as I was slowly coming back to reality from my memories. It was crowded on the bus and I grabbed the first seat I saw. It was one that faces the back of the bus. Well, good one anyway, as I managed to see the girl more clearly. Upon further inspection, she is a far cry from that classmate of mine. While the bus made its way to the station, I wondered. Some things can remain the same for many years to come. Some things don't. I'm the latter.
Today, I can see someone who resembles so much like an old classmate. Temporarily, I transported back into my realm of memories, where I recall my schooling times. That image is as fresh and as clear as ever. Coming back to reality, I realised I've changed. I've grown taller. I've to shave every 2 to 3 days to remove the unsightly facial hair. My wya of thining has improved (or degenerated, depending on you want to see it). Aged is really the word. Another person can inherited the exact same way of dressing but can the witnesses of that pioneer remain unchanged? Just like the dress style?
I think I miss my schooling days. All those fun and laughter. And yes, those days when I cracked my head over a silly Math sum and ended up turning my foolscap grey, due my brain matter. I kind of miss my classmates too. Those who I know, whom I think I know, those whom I know only by names and those whom I think I know. How are they getting on? Are they leading productive, fulfilling lives? What has happened? Perhaps that's why people organise get-togethers. To find out how one another is doing. Perhaps I should make an effort ot attend such gatherings.
I wonder what got into me.I'm seldom this emotional. Ladies and gentlemen, behold the power of a back view of a girl who resembles my classmate. One thing DOES lead to another thing, be it good or bad.
I guess this sudden change in my usual routine allowed me to witness something that left me thinking. I was standing at the bus stopl, tapping my foot impatiently as I always did. then out of nowhere, I saw a girl who was donned in my secondary's school uniform. I didn't get to see her front, as she was back facing me, looking in the same direction as I am. Yeah, there's a whole bunch of girls who are schooling in that school who lives around my area. But, she is different. Almost special.
Her dress style reminds of an old classmate. The way the shirt is tucked out, how snugly the shirt sits on the shoulders, the length of the light blue skirt and the height of the socks. It's shockingly similar, if not congruent. I was almost convinced that she IS my old classmate when I saw the side of her face. That is the one distinct, differentiating feature. From the back view alone, she IS my old classmate.
The bus rolled into the bay as I was slowly coming back to reality from my memories. It was crowded on the bus and I grabbed the first seat I saw. It was one that faces the back of the bus. Well, good one anyway, as I managed to see the girl more clearly. Upon further inspection, she is a far cry from that classmate of mine. While the bus made its way to the station, I wondered. Some things can remain the same for many years to come. Some things don't. I'm the latter.
Today, I can see someone who resembles so much like an old classmate. Temporarily, I transported back into my realm of memories, where I recall my schooling times. That image is as fresh and as clear as ever. Coming back to reality, I realised I've changed. I've grown taller. I've to shave every 2 to 3 days to remove the unsightly facial hair. My wya of thining has improved (or degenerated, depending on you want to see it). Aged is really the word. Another person can inherited the exact same way of dressing but can the witnesses of that pioneer remain unchanged? Just like the dress style?
I think I miss my schooling days. All those fun and laughter. And yes, those days when I cracked my head over a silly Math sum and ended up turning my foolscap grey, due my brain matter. I kind of miss my classmates too. Those who I know, whom I think I know, those whom I know only by names and those whom I think I know. How are they getting on? Are they leading productive, fulfilling lives? What has happened? Perhaps that's why people organise get-togethers. To find out how one another is doing. Perhaps I should make an effort ot attend such gatherings.
I wonder what got into me.I'm seldom this emotional. Ladies and gentlemen, behold the power of a back view of a girl who resembles my classmate. One thing DOES lead to another thing, be it good or bad.
posted by hg @ 22:56
