I love long, late night bus rides
Friday, November 23, 2012
Sadly, I couldn't find nor draw the exact picture to express my feelings so this is the next closest thing.
A couple weeks ago, I took a train ride on the green line all the way from Boon Lay to Pasir Ris. I could and should've switch to the purple or even the yellow line that would've make my commute a lot shorter. It was around 10pm+ and I still had to take a bus ride from Pasir Ris. Well, for all those who haven't tried doing this, the train ride takes just over an hour, and the bus ride took about 20minutes.
If I had chosen the other route, it would've taken me 30minutes less.
Why the fuck did I do this? Well, I was accompanying L since there wasn't anyone with her. But most importantly, I wanted to take the bus home from Pasir Ris. I love taking late night bus rights, especially from P.R. Maybe it's some remnant affection from my high school days as I take that route home almost everyday. I love it even more if it's raining.
Things feel magical when I'm alone in the bus, with my earphones plugged in my ears. I feel like I'm in my own world and totally disconnected from everything that could bother me. I may be really tired and dozing off the entire time, but it still feels really good, like everything in the world is right. I don't know, I'm weird, probably.
There's just something magical about these long, late night bus rides.