bus no 31

Drove past bus no 31 in the late evening tonight...

It is a sign of familiarity, the bus i always take to school when i was still staying in the old Kallang estate. It brought back so much memories!!!! Those younger days, when all i have to worry is my looks n not the books, of course there are also the girls and that football! We were all so young, so carefree.. so without worries.. i am envious of my younger days.

Still remember how i get happy when the ticket numbers all added up to 21, someone said then that the ticket holder will get lucky?? And the girl who taught me how to fold the little piece of it into a heart shape, which i kept that for the longest time in my wallet.. it was all silly old days, but fun!!!

Why must boys become man? we should all not age!!!

why time has to pass so unforgiving quick?
If it had been any slower, maybe i would have known all i ever want has always been around...
This bus 31 in that few seconds, is like a truck of memories, gone and never come back, only left behind the gases of exhaust...