Bus Ride

Being punctual is important to me, but I'm constant late for appointments. When I was little, I used to be late for school. Now, I dream of being late for school every now and then. I have no idea where I was heading in this dream, but school is definitely not it.

A sbs-bus stops in front of me, I got up with a few other passengers. The bus is not crowded, there are a few empty seats to choose from. Slowly, I walked to the back of the bus and took the seat by the window.

Looking out the window as the bus continue on it's pre-determined route, a sense of familiarity came over me. (I must admit that the places I see, does not make sense to me at all when I'm awake. There is no such place, at least not what I remembered) Next thing I know, the bus is filled to the brim. Instinctively, I reached for the bell. The bus slowed to a stop. When I stood up from my seat, I realised that it is too crowded for me to move an inch. A few passengers got off the bus, and it starts to move.

Too late! I've missed my stop. (It was important for me to drop at this bus-stop. I was gonna transfer to the MRT. The next bus-stop is rather far) The bus continued on, ignoring me. I got off at the next stop, spotting a MRT station. Not knowing where I am, I checked the route map. Wrong choice again! This is a LRT station, (Non-existing in real life) I would have to take the LRT to a MRT station which brings me further away from my destination. Before I bang my head on the wall, I've decided to take a bus back to the missed bus-stop.

I had to cross the street to take the bus. A craving for candy came over me, so I went to the 7-11 beside the bus-stop to grab some.

I woke up before the bus came.........

My analysis of my inner self:
It is important for me to be on time. A little perfectionist in me causes me to check my stuff again and again just before I leave home. But the forgetfulness in me almost always causes me to forget something :P. Therefore I am often late. My friends doesn't know that I actually feel really bad about it, because I always seem unapologetic, actually I didn't want myself to sink into the feeling of frustration about myself.
What I cannot show in public, seeps into my subconscious mind and become my dreams. I always felt nervous when I dream that I was gonna be late. Despite all my effort to make it in time in my dreams, I would almost always fail.