000022 - i was a sardine

you know how people have stories about bad airline and flying experiences? well, today do i have some bad train riding stories for you!

got up early this morning so i could make the 7:52 train instead which means i could get to the office right around 8:30. but the train doesn't get to the station until 7:58! that's ok, still not too late. however late train means more people have been waiting at each station which means everytime we stopped more people had to get on. you should have seen the train carriage, it was packed tighter than a sardine can!! it got so full that people just couldn't get on at later stations. in situations like these i'm glad i'm not claustrophobic or that invasion of my personal space isn't one of my pet peeves. because there were certainly a lot of claustrobing and space invading-- and not in a good way, mind!

anyway, train dropped me off at richmond station around 8:40! waited another 10mins and got the train to work finally. times like these, i wish i wasn't upholding my reputation for coming into work late as if i was doing it on purpose. i make every effort to be at work on time but it just seems that just not meant to be. (my psychic powers also tells me it would have been good to have came in early or on time this morning as all the directors were present and went into a meeting- probably to talk about resources (more on this in another entry later) and possibly salary reviews)

around lunchtime, i made my way out to a meeting at the austin mercy hospital site office. not to make me sound like a snob, but i must say that the passengers on this line are a lot more colourful (in terms of character *not* appearance) compared to the line i catch from home. meeting went down faster than a hungry kid eating a happy meal and i'm making my way back to the office again. train seems particularly slow when it was meant to be a semi-express service. then it got to the victoria park station and announced that there were problems on the line/track with a possible 30mins delay!! wtf--?! not that i wanted to get back to the office and be heads down bums up in any hurry but i wasn't going to sit and wait for the train to start rocking into the city for 30mins! so ended up getting a bus back into the city and again packed in like a sardine. at least i had some pretty girls this time around packed next to me. but then i realise they were wearing school uniform of some kind and i suddenly felt a bit guilty for being satisfied in my predicament. it didn't last long though (both the bus trip and the guilty feeling).

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i had the most vivid and weirdest dream last night. i think it was my very first naked dream (as in i was naked in the dream not i was asleep in the nud). you know what they say about dreams when you see yourself naked right? it means you have some sort of fear or insecurity dreading over your head. i wasn't naked for the entire dream though i don't think. i was in a line to get on some big cruise or ship (probably the titanic) and then this girl pulled me aside and said i was "special" or something similar. don't remember what she looked like in my dream now, but her name was "stockholm". anyway, i think she said i was too short (ha, see? insecurities) and had to ride separately. next thing i know i'm naked on a log (yes, you heard me a log) with this bearded guy in a captain uniform stearing the log in front of me (how do you stear a log? don't ask me) and the girl, who's also naked sitting behind me! the moment we hit the water at jet-ski speed, i woke up wondering what the hell i just dreamt about!!

my analysis? i want to conform with everyone else (the lining up part) but i'm afraid i don't fit in (the girl telling me i'm too short) and feel inadequate (the naked bit). the whole sitting on a log instead of being on the ship like everyone else is pretty obvious (i'm getting jibbed and i feel i stand out or i don't belong). the beard guy is probably some male role-model i'm missing in my life and the naked girl sitting behind me is probably some opportunity i missed out on that i just won't let go of. the fact that i woke up when we were on the water is probably because i needed to pee!! i'm a bit scared to guess the symbolism behind the log though...

all in all, there are some dreams that i just don't want to see come true and this is one of them. i mean think of the splinters i'd get on my butt?!