the story of the bus journey.
i love the sofa at danial's place,its so comfy. but not so when i got to share it with my favourite-bitching-partner, both of us were trying to find the best position to snooze for a while after catching all 3 world cup matches the previous night/morning. but i had to wake up at 6am+ to catch the bus back so i can hop on bed as soon as possible and give my mum the illusion that i was home 'early'.
after walking the stretch along pasir ris park (keeping my eyes wide open, and turning my head back at any slightest rustle from behind. watching the park for any signs of 'kaka'...)
as i approached the bus-stop, my path converged with the arrival of bus service 39. wah, so lucky i thought to myself.
upon seeing the bus, i subconsciously clenched my left-hand, held it up and shook it lightly in front of my chest. i guess its too much of soccer actions these few days, but i was delighted by the bus timely arrival.
the bus was at a comfortable tepmerature, i sat down and started thinking to myself... i would have missed the bus if i went to take a piss just now, i would have miss the bus if i stayed back for just that little while more... brainstorming a couple of possibilities.
just as i close my eyes to catch some sleep, a loud rattle emerged from the back of the bus. and guess what, the bus broke down in the most unglam manner. the bus couldnt move and the doors got jammed so all the commuters got stuck inside literially.
luckily the emergency door release button was working fine and we all went down to wait for the next bus. well... what seems to be a lucky encounter turned out to become a frustrating incident.
somehow, a thought struck upon me. somehow, i associated the incident with boy-girl relationship...
sometimes in life, you meet this other person whom seems to be the 'right one' for you. her timely arrival into your life (like the bus service 39 this morning) is so perfect, it seems almost you found the 'right one'.
you hop on the bus and being your journey with the destination in your mind, but, the bus broke down. boo, its unfortunate, but both parties got to carry on in life. you wait for the next bus while the bus has its own destiny. however, you hope the bus will be well after a fix and carry on with its journey.
as for the person at the bus stop...
i am sure the next bus will come again, its just a matter of time.
after walking the stretch along pasir ris park (keeping my eyes wide open, and turning my head back at any slightest rustle from behind. watching the park for any signs of 'kaka'...)
as i approached the bus-stop, my path converged with the arrival of bus service 39. wah, so lucky i thought to myself.
upon seeing the bus, i subconsciously clenched my left-hand, held it up and shook it lightly in front of my chest. i guess its too much of soccer actions these few days, but i was delighted by the bus timely arrival.
the bus was at a comfortable tepmerature, i sat down and started thinking to myself... i would have missed the bus if i went to take a piss just now, i would have miss the bus if i stayed back for just that little while more... brainstorming a couple of possibilities.
just as i close my eyes to catch some sleep, a loud rattle emerged from the back of the bus. and guess what, the bus broke down in the most unglam manner. the bus couldnt move and the doors got jammed so all the commuters got stuck inside literially.
luckily the emergency door release button was working fine and we all went down to wait for the next bus. well... what seems to be a lucky encounter turned out to become a frustrating incident.
somehow, a thought struck upon me. somehow, i associated the incident with boy-girl relationship...
sometimes in life, you meet this other person whom seems to be the 'right one' for you. her timely arrival into your life (like the bus service 39 this morning) is so perfect, it seems almost you found the 'right one'.
you hop on the bus and being your journey with the destination in your mind, but, the bus broke down. boo, its unfortunate, but both parties got to carry on in life. you wait for the next bus while the bus has its own destiny. however, you hope the bus will be well after a fix and carry on with its journey.
as for the person at the bus stop...
i am sure the next bus will come again, its just a matter of time.
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