Oh Adolescence...

As I went home in bus 153 today after meeting up with some friends, i felt introspective. i started to reminisce. i remember during a trying period (not due to study pressure) from mid april till As last year, i would often study in my school library till late. Although i know it's impossible, whenever i go home after that, i'll always carry the feeling of hope and anticipation, that in the bus home i'll bump into her. i always had this impulse to look around the whole bus in disguise just to hope that i'll see her face. i'll pretend to look for a seat. But again and again i'll be disappointed. dispirited. but the next day i'll carry on the same old routine if i take the bus home, although at the back of my head i knew chances were extremely slim.

Today, while in the bus going the same old route home, i felt the same impulse again. However, instead of disappointment, i felt happy instead. i let out a coy smile, hoping no one ill see that silly side of me. i got to re-live my memories and i felt happy and silly simultaneously; happy 'cos i could relive the innocent days i once had. silly 'cos after so long i still possess this silly habit, which i didn't know i still possess. well, i don't think i still miss her, but it's through these experiences that sparks off my thoughts of what could have been...

Then again, didn't i say that this mistake is something that i will regret for the rest of my life? ain't it true, so true...

oh adolescence...