After CCA today, i waited for bus 17 with MM.
(Orange represents me while MM is in blue.)
15 minutes passed and saw a bus with the sign 39 at the back from the opposite side."Got 39 meh?"
"Aiya, sometimes the bus driver forget to take out the signs at the back ma!"
Another 45 minutes passed."OMG, why the bus today so late?""Ya lor! An hour liao leh! Nvm, i call by mom first"
"Mummy?.... What? Why? So 17 wont be coming?...."
"What happened?""Mum says that theres a division at Express way so the bus all go haywire. Thats why we saw 39.""Wth? Then now how?""Take number 3 lor. I think number 3 never go through expressway. I think i will walk home."
"Okay. Byebye."After 5 minutes of waiting for number 3, i decided to walk home. And i was really tired. I stood waiting for an hour, am carrying bag and had to walk from Pasir Ris back to Tampines. Although the journey wasnt as long as cross country, but...
halfway through, 2 men walked in front of me and both of them were smoking. So whenever i was totally out of breath and needed fresh air, i could only breathe in smoke.
I reached home in half an hour... with wet hair (I washed my hair this afternoon and its dirty all over again!) and a very tired pair of legs.
