Of buses and dreams

While leaving my place to meet Norman and Perry at Safra Tampines today, I happened to miss the bus while stepping outta the elevator. As some of you might know, waiting for bus15 is an anal pain in the arse. Wearing flipflops, I took off, chasing after the bus and hoping that there would be a queue waiting to board, thus stalling for time.

Alas, it was not to be! The blardi bus started moving off when I can actually stretch my hand out and knock on the window! And there's this girl looking outta window, quite a looker too, seeing my futile attempt at trying to signal to the bus driver!

Pissed, irritated and already uber late, I tore off, sprinting over to the next consecutive busstop. A few moments later, frigging outta breath, I managed to catch the SAME bus at the next stop! (It helped that there are two traffic lights enroute to that next stop. And an intimate knowledge of the surrounding environment is never a bad thing too since I have had to dash through some voiddecks to get to that damn bus. )

She looked particularly surprised to see me board that darn bus;) I guess those interval trainings helped afterall, heh.


Now ask yourselves:


Do you sit down by the busstop, knowing for sure that you will be spending another 20mins to catch the next bus?
Or
Do you sprint like someone whose arse's on fire, finding yourself gasping for breath in the end, sweating and sticky, knowing full well that while there might be a fighting chance of catching this bus, but very likely you will STILL have to be sitting down at the next blardi busstop, spending 20mins, catch your breath, and cursing at your screwed up luck and the driver's propensity for his smartassed timing.


Its just a bus, for goodness sake! Now.. what if, that is the last bus of the day?

Substitute the blardi bus for dreams/opportunities/friends/loved ones.

Chase, for that fighting chance.


I am done with the damn blardi bus, bring on my dreams man.

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