today, i was sitting in the bus, quietly watching the world flash past my eyes. at some point, a little girl boarded with a lady i presume to be her mum. she skipped happily to her seat, and after a while, she began reading aloud from a book.

intially, she read softly, though audibly. however, as she got into the groove, she began reading more and more loudly. her mum turned to her, and gently told her not to read so loudly, so as not to disturb other passengers. although the girl immediately obeyed, she soon got overly engrossed in her book again, and the mother again gently reminded her to quieten down. again, the girl sweetly obeyed.

not too long after, the bus stopped at a CERTAIN JC, and a huge horde of students boarded. needless to say, the students were noisy, and created a din in the bus. i immediately reflected upon the moments not too long before, when the little girl quietened down upon her mother's instructions. and right there before her eyes, were those students disturbing other passengers by making far more noise than she did.

well, basically it was just one of those poignant moments for me, and i thought it was really ironic.