A weird thought

Have you ever wondered how routine your life is sometimes?

In the morning, I get up at 6, brush teeth, wash face, shit piss whatever, change, go online, be at the bus stop at 7. Take the 7.05am double decker 93 bus, reach work by 7.43am.

In the meantime, I would have met at the bus stop:

1. A working man who gets off bus 74. He stretches and yawns, than cleans his foggy glasses.
2. A youngish Malay chap. Quite good looking, but he’s always edgy for some reason.
3. Nanyang schoolgirl now in RJC. Her dad fetches her to the bus stop in a Lancer. She is not pretty, but looks like a pleasant person (somewhat like my sister).

In the bus 93, I would have met:

1. The pretty RJC girl with the brown satchel and messy hair. I’ve my sister keeping close tabs on her. She’s smiled at me before and its pretty cool how we smile at each other without conversation.
2. Another pretty lady who gets up the bus at MacRitchie Reservoir. She’s real classy, long hair, manicured nails, superb dress sense. I like older women.
3. A smelly karang guni who drags his klink klonk recycled cans into the bus.

They’re lots of other smelly, sweaty people, but once I see the girl and lady, I usually fall asleep after that.

I can picture this scene every single morning. It doesn’t change. I wonder if they remember me too. At the end of this year when I go back to Oz, should I give them a note telling them it was great seeing them for 2 years?

Its weird… damn weird.