bleahhh;
the last hurrah
& Monday, October 2
last saturday was my debut ride on the northsouth mass rapid transit line with my father. in all my eighteen years, in all his fifty years; not once. we were at somerset, catching the train to toa payoh. before the train came, he spoke to my mum. there was nothing to do, so i stared at his face & asked questions in my head. do i love him? how well do i know him? i thought of photos of the past, time flies. dear papa, we're getting old.
the train came too soon. i told him about my camping trip. he told me about his army days. i showed him how to add value to his ezlink. he taught me physics - papa, when a satellite orbits round earth, how come gravitational force doesnt pull it towards earth? we nearly missed our stop. he noticed the yellow walls, and exclaimed. i pretended i realised it was our stop long ago.
last saturday was my debut ride on the bus with my father. a double decker bus. so we sat on top and pretended the whole level was ours. we talked about church.
it feels good, travelling with you without you behind the steering wheel. it feels good, that in times when i'm supposed to be the one taking care of you, you're still looking after me. (((:
goodbye
8:53 PM