Busride

I grew up riding the schoolbus. Thanks to those mornings of reading books on the way to school, I think I understand how my poor eyesight came to be.

But aside from acquiring poor eyesight, I learned so many lessons by just being a bus rider. Imagine, 11 years of my life have been spent riding the schoolbus where I quietly observed the real world and interacted with other students from different grade levels. I have witnessed bullying (yes even in all-girls school, bullying occurs). I have witnessed road accidents. I have witnessed floods and getting our giant bus go past those floods. I've watched my very artistic friend, Jamie Borja, make all her creations while the bus moved, in awe how she kept her strokes precise despite our being in a moving bus. I've experienced finding friends who I have kept all these years. Most of us still live in the same neighborhood while one already moved away. But still, when we see each other, our being "busmates" still connect us. A schoolbus is like a whole new different school. I can actually write an entire book of busride anecdotes if I wanted to. ;-)

I haven't ridden a bus for so long except for field trips in college or that adventure trip we had in Cebu. And to think I used to ride the bus five times a week for 11 straight years. Busrides and I are tightly-knit. Somehow, we just jive.

The following photos were taken from my most recent busride. They're not the usual "clear, colorful, and crisp" images that I like. They are actually sort of pale and I LOVE them.

I think their being blurred is part of their charm. ;-)
We were waiting for our turn to enter the hangar of a local airline. And I was with the most active kids you could imagine. We were in constant motion inside a parked bus.





I'm with these kids five times a week. But today, we're all resting to get ready for tomorrow's Christmas play. We'll be needing that line -- "break a leg!"

Updates to follow next week.

Thanks for the pics, Laosher Lita. :)