Entry 1: Something Unusual That Happened That Day |
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
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I was returning home from my tuition at Serangoon Gardens just like any other week. Little did I know that a surprise awaited me that day.........
As the sun sets across the horizon to signal the end of yet another day,I walked to the bus stop with music stimulating my eardrums waiting for bus 315. Since it was the peak hour, the bus stop was packed like a can of sardine with adults returning home from work and students like myself returning from tuition. My stomach was already calling out for some food as my last meal was about five to six hours ago. Finally the long awaited bus 315 arrived to my delight and many other commuters. As Serangoon Gardens was a popular nightspot with lots of resplendent pubs and nightspots many teenagers alighted from the bus, leaving quite a few empty seats behind; a rare sight during the peak hour. I gladly accepted the "gift" presented to me by God and settled into a seat, secretly hoping no one would plop their body weight down right beside me. However, lady luck was not on my side and a middle-aged man sat beside me. Shortly after the bus left the stop he started to pick his nose, oblivious to those around him. I grimaced at this abominable and disgusting sight. It irked me to the core. Trying as hard to avoid any eye contact with this guy, I took out a novel and started reading it to while away my time. However before I could flip a page of my novel, a commotion at the rear of the bus caught my attention.
People were pointing at the floor in bewilderment. I took a look and saw something scurrying around. Was it a rat? Was it a guinea pig? No, it was a hamster! Its fur was white with a tinge of brown in it. People shuffled uncomfortably in their seats and I was no exception. The hamster scurried towards the front of the bus sniffing around. A few teenage girls was on the bus then and one of them made their way to the front of the bus and scooped the hamster up into her hand. Phew! My facial expressions mirrored those relieved passengers. I used to keep a hamster as pet when I was about seven to eight years old before it expired. Through these years, I gradually started to dislike hamster. I do not know why but I just disliked hamsters because they are small and furry. It just sends a chill done my spine whenever I see one.
As the sun sets across the horizon to signal the end of yet another day,I walked to the bus stop with music stimulating my eardrums waiting for bus 315. Since it was the peak hour, the bus stop was packed like a can of sardine with adults returning home from work and students like myself returning from tuition. My stomach was already calling out for some food as my last meal was about five to six hours ago. Finally the long awaited bus 315 arrived to my delight and many other commuters. As Serangoon Gardens was a popular nightspot with lots of resplendent pubs and nightspots many teenagers alighted from the bus, leaving quite a few empty seats behind; a rare sight during the peak hour. I gladly accepted the "gift" presented to me by God and settled into a seat, secretly hoping no one would plop their body weight down right beside me. However, lady luck was not on my side and a middle-aged man sat beside me. Shortly after the bus left the stop he started to pick his nose, oblivious to those around him. I grimaced at this abominable and disgusting sight. It irked me to the core. Trying as hard to avoid any eye contact with this guy, I took out a novel and started reading it to while away my time. However before I could flip a page of my novel, a commotion at the rear of the bus caught my attention.
People were pointing at the floor in bewilderment. I took a look and saw something scurrying around. Was it a rat? Was it a guinea pig? No, it was a hamster! Its fur was white with a tinge of brown in it. People shuffled uncomfortably in their seats and I was no exception. The hamster scurried towards the front of the bus sniffing around. A few teenage girls was on the bus then and one of them made their way to the front of the bus and scooped the hamster up into her hand. Phew! My facial expressions mirrored those relieved passengers. I used to keep a hamster as pet when I was about seven to eight years old before it expired. Through these years, I gradually started to dislike hamster. I do not know why but I just disliked hamsters because they are small and furry. It just sends a chill done my spine whenever I see one. I also felt sickened by the fact that not only did the owner of the hamster abandoned it irresponsibly, but he or she did not have the proper decency to give it away to a friend or a pet store but just leave it on a public bus. I hoped that there was no foreigners or tourists on the bus at that point of time as I do not want to give them an impression that Singaporeans are people that shirk their responsibilities. I feel that one should weigh up the pros and cons of buying a pet and not just buy it on an impulse. Having a pet requires lots of time, patience and most importantly love. Without love, you would not be able to look after it in the long run and would soon neglect it. A pet can tell who loves it and who do not love it. To you it may be just a pet, but for it you are everything.
Back to the story, the teenage girl brought the hamsters down when she alighted presumably to keep it as a pet. A new home awaits the hamster, hopefully a more caring and loving one. As Helen Keller once said" When one door of happiness closes, another opens"
The events that happened on the bus were unusual as you do not see a hamster scurrying on the bus any other day. I felt happy for the hamster as I know that it is in safe hands.......................
The events that happened on the bus were unusual as you do not see a hamster scurrying on the bus any other day. I felt happy for the hamster as I know that it is in safe hands.......................
~Daryl, 1:27 AM |