Everytime I took my bus home, it would always be an arduous journey. Having stood up for the past few hours, I never felt like sitting much. The bus was always packed, throngs of people would squeeze you just to get to the nearest available seat. I would just watch at them blankly and listen to some music. Even as my legs started to weaken, I never felt the need to sit down.
Sooner or later, I knew that turn would be a disastrous one. Down the corner of the road, as the bus starts to shake, everyone paused. It was just blank faces staring at each other, each wanting to get home earlier so as to rest and to rid themselves of all this traumatic experience. That corner of the road just made an old lady trip and fall, and an old man "rolling" down the bus.
The usual routine always got into me. Even as my friends asked me to sit, or those queery passengers who I see often, those who know this boy who doesn't even sit at all, telling me to sit and relax. Just a simple no would shut them up, I thought. Nevertheless, I had to sit anyway: at home, right in front of the dining table. Hellish rides nerve me much. This was what changed me from a home-sitter to a bus-sitter.
Tumblr. Tumblr. The bus goes tumbling as the passengers seem to be moving up and down violently. All I hear, is music; the sound fades away, leaving a trace of silence within the earphones. Then there comes the rocky part. Traffic lights surrounded the corner. One goes red, the other goes green, then another will be green. The worst thing is, the bus goes very fast. I mean VERY, VERY FAST. What can one expect form a speedboat? Thrills. More of shock now. I had a fall later, holding my laptop case and carrying my bag, when all I heard was a sudden thump.
Just a slight fall. But the people next to me were staring at me like I was an experimental item. No way am I going to stand up, I told myself. If I did, I would just fall again. Expecting the worst did change everything. I now chiong to any empty seat except if someone who needs it more needs it (few make it. Only elderly and those who have 3 or more hand baggage get my seats. Hello? I have a file, a bag AND a laptop case).
And that rocking bus down the corner of the road stopped at my bus stop. WHY DID I EVEN SIT ANYWAY?
Woof woof. I'm a dog. Hi. I'm 7 now, totally white and smooth to touch. Argh, stop squeezing me like that!
Earlier late afternoon some weird guy entered my house with a big bag(I think it's a bag). He smells OK, I guess...
Otousan brought me out for a "sanpou". I met my doggy friends, so did otousan. Ah, if Litoru-chan would even take notice of me! Otousan just walked around, not very far. He was tired, I guess. Woof.
Had a nice nap. Jealous of the hamburger meal(Jap style). Heard people nearby talking about it. This man even had his saliva dripping on me! Arf. Also a lot of stuff, like high school math(the students said it was hard) and such. I want my phone! Give me back! Or Otousan could go to Akihabara to buy one for me(and himself too).
Ruff. They are back. Just wagged my tail. Got petted. Saw tomomari. Yay :)Anyway, I played with a basketball. Just rammed around things and such. Got tired and slept. Waiting for another day of a domestic dog.