i am living history. hah!

And because I figure in a few years my favourite buses- non-airconditioned double deckers- will be a thing of The Past, I decided to take photos of me and Mr. Bus. A funny [at least it's funny now] side effect is that this is an undeniable sign that I am growing old. Give or take a few more decades, and I guarantee you that when we are middle aged couples with our significant others, we will be all oh-my-goshing about how we used to sit on buses with windows wide open and feel the wind in our faces, and how, when it'd rain, everyone'd shut it tight and the bus'd become unbearably stuffy.



See, when yr alone in some ulu bus stop, you'd better look as fierce as you can. Afterward some bad guy bully you then you know. I look so auntie, confirm no one take second look one.

This is me looking all cool. You see, when you show your wide-eyed children/grandchildren/greatgrandchildren proof that you were around when there were such things as non-airconditioned buses and yes, you are that old, you'd also want to show that you once were cool. Remember that, my friends.

Told you the wind blows in the face. I think also, that my memories will always be recollected with bt. timah surroundings as the setting. [was that sentence grammatically correct?] I suppose that has something to do with the buses 74 and 151. I love 74. :)