i can feel this narcolepsy slide
the test ended early for me, because i felt like i just didnt really wanna continue and check and be doubly sure of my answers. i'm more or less confident, unless for some god-forsaken reason what econs i've learnt is a gross misconception. then we're in big trouble. anyway. so i get out of the place and head to the bus stop. it's not packed, but it's crowded. and i know the bus will be worse. as i walk i keep looking back, just to be sure i didnt miss a bus that could potentially be, surprisingly, empty. but i get to the bus stop without much incident. i'm sweaty, sticky and feeling kinda gross, and my bag, for some odd reason, currently weighs a ton.
anyway. the bus finally comes and it's packed, and it passes by the bus stop without giving a hoot. i joined the group of disgruntled commuters, but then out of the corner of my eye another 96 appears around the bend. i rejoice, for it is empty. :)
scrambling on i get a seat in my favourite place where there's plenty of leg room and i feel comfortable. i'm wearing a jacket so it's hot, but otherwise i settle in for the short journey to clementi. in my mind i will the bus to travel faster yet, and mentally manipulate the bus driver to overtake the kayu driver in front of the bus. he's driving a pretty powerful car but he's going at snail's pace, holding up my poor bus driver and his disgruntled passengers. finally it works. my mind power managing to work it's way to the driver's hands, and the bus proceeds, without much incident once more.
i practically jump off the bus and get onto the escalator. i do not understand why in the world it's so packed. i avoid collision with a street busker who, i dont mean to offend, has conveniently parked himself in the middle of a crowded intersection. i'm safely on my way now, and going through the MRT gantry i walk up the escalator, for there's a train in 2 mins and i dont want to miss it. i get on the platform just in time to see the train pull in. good. i'm making good time. i get onto the train and feel like a sardine.
there's a seat staring me in the face and i'm tired. i look around for elderly, disabled and pregnant human beings, and walk towards the seat. the concave surface fits perfectly and it's a kind of magic. i fall into a deep slumber, occasionally regaining consciousness to notice i was getting nearer east. it's not early, but not that late either. around tampines i regain control of my body, and remove my behind from the nice imprint it's made in the seat. i head out of the station and to the bus stop. i am impatient, needless to say. i just wanted to get home in time. the bus takes some time. i guess even if it's been a relatively lucky day so far, not everything goes rosily. i contemplate taking a cab. but the bus pulls into the stop, and i get on.
thus begins the brief surfing on the bus. my body turns in tandem with the curving motion of the bus turning a bend. outside i spy an old lady and her domestic helper walking on the pavement, her wheelchair about 10 meters away. i smile and think that it's beautiful. i hope the domestic helper learns much from the stories the old lady tells, and i hope the old lady remembers these walks and be happy, so that if she goes she goes peacefully. reminds me of tuesdays with morrie, though i've only read about 5 pages of it. after a coupla of wipe-out-worthy turns, i get to my stop. and i'm finally home.
the key fits into the hole and i get into the house. i dump all of my school stuff onto the bed and grab the flash cards, the pick and the letter, and put them into my small bag. heading to the kitchen, i slap together a quick sandwich, and take a bite, wishing i didnt put cheese in it. i pack everything nicely, check i have everything and leave.
back on the street again, the bus takes ages to come. i contemplate cabbing and it's benefits again, but my wallet is near empty. 15 agonizing minutes later an old, worn out 53 appears. i get on and find a seat (again, for some reason i'm real lucky) and begin to play mindgames with the driver again. when the airport is in sight, i dont see 36 at the interchange so i'm a little disappointed. i once waited 45 mins for the bus, so you can imagine the anxiety. thankfully, barely a min into waiting the bus comes into the interchange in all it's airconditioned glory. i get on, will the bus driver to come back quickly and sit down. (it's 36, it's mostly empty.)
i continue my mind games, and make it just at the time i wanted to at neptune court. the whole journey i get a nagging feeling that my target would be on the same bus or on another bus nearby, and bumping into her at the bus stop would ruin my plans. i look around furtively just to be sure. the coast, as they always say, is clear. so i walk into the condominium. my shadow in the yellow light is long, and i trace the sillouhette visually, liking it very much. i'm wearing bermudas, a tshirt, a jacket and a cap, and the shadow looks nice and totally me. my heart enters a moment of peace, but as i near block 2, it speeds up, as the excitement and anxiety sets in. i get safely to the lift lobby, and press the button. nothing.
i press again. nothing.
i'm getting a little frazzled. i press again. hard.
this time the familiar 'ting' comes on and the doors open. i ponder if i should step into the lift, lest it breaks down with me in it. but i take a step of faith, go in and press the button with the right level printed in white, stenciled font on the little piece of black plastic. the lift brings me up, and i contemplate warning her that i'm on my way up and she should probably get the door. i decide not to, not willing to risk being caught unprepared. the lift door opens, and i'm finally here. i'm scared to death and very nervous. the only way to get the door opened is to call her, so i do. no answer. i hear noises behind the door; a conversation. but only one voice. she's on the phone! Brilliant, since the first card says: 'i'll wait for you to get off the phone.'
i jump. i rap on the door.
"liting?"
i dont answer.
"is that liting?"
i hold up the cards in position, and some how manage a "yeah."
the door opens.
she stares at the first card, amazed, and then tells the person on the phone she'll call back.
she keeps staring at me, and i spy a rainbow wash over her eyes.
Love actually rocks. :)
no it wasnt EXACTLY like that, but it was almost as good. and of course, the context was different. :P but at that moment, i could feel like i was flying across the universe. it was surreal, and i was high. it was a good place to be. i wished it lasted a lifetime. :)
nothing's gonna change my world.
the test ended early for me, because i felt like i just didnt really wanna continue and check and be doubly sure of my answers. i'm more or less confident, unless for some god-forsaken reason what econs i've learnt is a gross misconception. then we're in big trouble. anyway. so i get out of the place and head to the bus stop. it's not packed, but it's crowded. and i know the bus will be worse. as i walk i keep looking back, just to be sure i didnt miss a bus that could potentially be, surprisingly, empty. but i get to the bus stop without much incident. i'm sweaty, sticky and feeling kinda gross, and my bag, for some odd reason, currently weighs a ton.
anyway. the bus finally comes and it's packed, and it passes by the bus stop without giving a hoot. i joined the group of disgruntled commuters, but then out of the corner of my eye another 96 appears around the bend. i rejoice, for it is empty. :)
scrambling on i get a seat in my favourite place where there's plenty of leg room and i feel comfortable. i'm wearing a jacket so it's hot, but otherwise i settle in for the short journey to clementi. in my mind i will the bus to travel faster yet, and mentally manipulate the bus driver to overtake the kayu driver in front of the bus. he's driving a pretty powerful car but he's going at snail's pace, holding up my poor bus driver and his disgruntled passengers. finally it works. my mind power managing to work it's way to the driver's hands, and the bus proceeds, without much incident once more.
i practically jump off the bus and get onto the escalator. i do not understand why in the world it's so packed. i avoid collision with a street busker who, i dont mean to offend, has conveniently parked himself in the middle of a crowded intersection. i'm safely on my way now, and going through the MRT gantry i walk up the escalator, for there's a train in 2 mins and i dont want to miss it. i get on the platform just in time to see the train pull in. good. i'm making good time. i get onto the train and feel like a sardine.
there's a seat staring me in the face and i'm tired. i look around for elderly, disabled and pregnant human beings, and walk towards the seat. the concave surface fits perfectly and it's a kind of magic. i fall into a deep slumber, occasionally regaining consciousness to notice i was getting nearer east. it's not early, but not that late either. around tampines i regain control of my body, and remove my behind from the nice imprint it's made in the seat. i head out of the station and to the bus stop. i am impatient, needless to say. i just wanted to get home in time. the bus takes some time. i guess even if it's been a relatively lucky day so far, not everything goes rosily. i contemplate taking a cab. but the bus pulls into the stop, and i get on.
thus begins the brief surfing on the bus. my body turns in tandem with the curving motion of the bus turning a bend. outside i spy an old lady and her domestic helper walking on the pavement, her wheelchair about 10 meters away. i smile and think that it's beautiful. i hope the domestic helper learns much from the stories the old lady tells, and i hope the old lady remembers these walks and be happy, so that if she goes she goes peacefully. reminds me of tuesdays with morrie, though i've only read about 5 pages of it. after a coupla of wipe-out-worthy turns, i get to my stop. and i'm finally home.
the key fits into the hole and i get into the house. i dump all of my school stuff onto the bed and grab the flash cards, the pick and the letter, and put them into my small bag. heading to the kitchen, i slap together a quick sandwich, and take a bite, wishing i didnt put cheese in it. i pack everything nicely, check i have everything and leave.
back on the street again, the bus takes ages to come. i contemplate cabbing and it's benefits again, but my wallet is near empty. 15 agonizing minutes later an old, worn out 53 appears. i get on and find a seat (again, for some reason i'm real lucky) and begin to play mindgames with the driver again. when the airport is in sight, i dont see 36 at the interchange so i'm a little disappointed. i once waited 45 mins for the bus, so you can imagine the anxiety. thankfully, barely a min into waiting the bus comes into the interchange in all it's airconditioned glory. i get on, will the bus driver to come back quickly and sit down. (it's 36, it's mostly empty.)
i continue my mind games, and make it just at the time i wanted to at neptune court. the whole journey i get a nagging feeling that my target would be on the same bus or on another bus nearby, and bumping into her at the bus stop would ruin my plans. i look around furtively just to be sure. the coast, as they always say, is clear. so i walk into the condominium. my shadow in the yellow light is long, and i trace the sillouhette visually, liking it very much. i'm wearing bermudas, a tshirt, a jacket and a cap, and the shadow looks nice and totally me. my heart enters a moment of peace, but as i near block 2, it speeds up, as the excitement and anxiety sets in. i get safely to the lift lobby, and press the button. nothing.
i press again. nothing.
i'm getting a little frazzled. i press again. hard.
this time the familiar 'ting' comes on and the doors open. i ponder if i should step into the lift, lest it breaks down with me in it. but i take a step of faith, go in and press the button with the right level printed in white, stenciled font on the little piece of black plastic. the lift brings me up, and i contemplate warning her that i'm on my way up and she should probably get the door. i decide not to, not willing to risk being caught unprepared. the lift door opens, and i'm finally here. i'm scared to death and very nervous. the only way to get the door opened is to call her, so i do. no answer. i hear noises behind the door; a conversation. but only one voice. she's on the phone! Brilliant, since the first card says: 'i'll wait for you to get off the phone.'
i jump. i rap on the door.
"liting?"
i dont answer.
"is that liting?"
i hold up the cards in position, and some how manage a "yeah."
the door opens.
she stares at the first card, amazed, and then tells the person on the phone she'll call back.
she keeps staring at me, and i spy a rainbow wash over her eyes.
Love actually rocks. :)
no it wasnt EXACTLY like that, but it was almost as good. and of course, the context was different. :P but at that moment, i could feel like i was flying across the universe. it was surreal, and i was high. it was a good place to be. i wished it lasted a lifetime. :)
nothing's gonna change my world.
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