Life is beautiful
Sometimes our mind works in a way we can never understand.
Sometimes our lives unfold in a similar way too.
I was expecting to be able to go home early today, I guessed I can trust my video team to finish up the work left, and that I can take a break from work.
But I have no control over life and death.
A team member's grand dad passed away this morning, and will be away for many days now.
Anyway, I took over the work, and was relieved when I was finally done at 6pm.
Like most days, I headed down to the 179 bus stop and waited until an empty bus came.
But the bus today is like no other that came before it.
The bus was like any other bus, except that it wasn't air-conditioned. So I sat down and pulled the plastic window sheet wide open.
As the bus lumbered on, the winds splashed acrossed my face, and my already messy hair thrashed about ever wildly still.
Out of nowhere, this sense of nostalgia just simply filled my heart. It was like the winds brought a message. It was like the winds carried me back in time, to the day I was still a kid, sitting in my dad's lorry, enjoying every moment as I tried to catch the winds with my bare hands......
If time is an animal, it would definitely be a snake, or a fox, or the most cunning animal you can think of. Because they are always slipping away from you when you don't pay attention. Before you even realize it, you are already 19, or 21, or even older.
The next time you stop to think about your life seriously, you could even be 55.
If there was a time keeper on board the bus then, he probably would have sworn his life on that the trip was 15 minutes long.
But Gabriel is a very stubborn person sometimes, and today is such a day.
That journey was 21 years long, no more and no less.
I was brought back to the time when the only thing that mattered was that I had fun. It didn't matter then if it was the Ninja turtles or the transformers!
I was also re-acquainted with the period when I saw the devil on a day to day basis. Why, I was staying at his lair indeed!
But there was light at the end of the tunnel, and before the bus is to end its journey at the interchange, I am to rediscover the time when I learned about the true value of life, and the value of the innumerable components that make the lives of you and me complete.
And I will never forget. The day when I decided I will live. The day I decided what I want to do with my life.
And from that day, my life has never been the same, ever.
I maybe 21 biologically, but I've always felt that I was only borned 6 years ago.
But in these 6 years, I've grown at an alarmingly rate. and I still believe that I am growing.
As I alighted the bus, I started looking into the faces of the throngs of people swarming around me. All of them busy, seemingly heading somewhere with a great deal of purpose.
I can't resist but think, so many people, but how many of them are wasting away? Do they know what they want? Are they happy? Do they know what will make them happy if they are not?
And then I started to turn those questions unto myself.
I will not reveal my answers to those questions, but if I have to give an indication, it will look like this:
= )
******* ******* ******* ******* ******* ******* *******
Sometimes you've got to believe in fate.
I got off the train at Chou Chu Kang, and it wasn't an accident. But I'm too lazy to explain why
I got of at CCK and not Woodlands.
But because the mood was so right, and my state of mind tonight was so ripe for any soul searching activities, I decided to pay Lot 1 a visit.
It may not be obvious, but Lot 1 is a very important place to me.
It was a place where I took up my first job, and I was only 13 then.
It's also the place where I got my first pay raise through my own hard work and merit, a handsome 20 cents per hour increase.
It's also the place when I realised than I'm more special then others, because the customers always seemed to like me better then the other staff. And it not because I was chubby and cute!!!
And it was also the place when I first encounter the trap and maze that is known as politics. I didn't know if I did the right thing, but it was also the first time I realised how I can influence the decision of others. And I was only 13.
It's remarkable, but some of the skills and beliefs that I've picked up then, I still use them to good effect now.
*Anyway, back to the topic.*
I started my sightseeing trip into Lot 1 and for a long while I was simply lost for words.
The mall has under gone so much changes over the last 8 years that I can't decide if I've changed more or if the mall has changed more.
Even Long John Silvers is no longer where it used to be, but had shifted to the basement instead.
Whatever it is,I've learned so much more about myself in one day then I had for the past few months. I feel like recharged battery! Though my feets are getting a little tired...
P.S. Think I wrote too much "serious stuff" today, must lighten up the load with a humor quote.
"I'm valy knowledgealbe one leh. Althought my sppeling is not bery goood." - Gab to Hy
Sometimes our mind works in a way we can never understand.
Sometimes our lives unfold in a similar way too.
I was expecting to be able to go home early today, I guessed I can trust my video team to finish up the work left, and that I can take a break from work.
But I have no control over life and death.
A team member's grand dad passed away this morning, and will be away for many days now.
Anyway, I took over the work, and was relieved when I was finally done at 6pm.
Like most days, I headed down to the 179 bus stop and waited until an empty bus came.
But the bus today is like no other that came before it.
The bus was like any other bus, except that it wasn't air-conditioned. So I sat down and pulled the plastic window sheet wide open.
As the bus lumbered on, the winds splashed acrossed my face, and my already messy hair thrashed about ever wildly still.
Out of nowhere, this sense of nostalgia just simply filled my heart. It was like the winds brought a message. It was like the winds carried me back in time, to the day I was still a kid, sitting in my dad's lorry, enjoying every moment as I tried to catch the winds with my bare hands......
If time is an animal, it would definitely be a snake, or a fox, or the most cunning animal you can think of. Because they are always slipping away from you when you don't pay attention. Before you even realize it, you are already 19, or 21, or even older.
The next time you stop to think about your life seriously, you could even be 55.
If there was a time keeper on board the bus then, he probably would have sworn his life on that the trip was 15 minutes long.
But Gabriel is a very stubborn person sometimes, and today is such a day.
That journey was 21 years long, no more and no less.
I was brought back to the time when the only thing that mattered was that I had fun. It didn't matter then if it was the Ninja turtles or the transformers!
I was also re-acquainted with the period when I saw the devil on a day to day basis. Why, I was staying at his lair indeed!
But there was light at the end of the tunnel, and before the bus is to end its journey at the interchange, I am to rediscover the time when I learned about the true value of life, and the value of the innumerable components that make the lives of you and me complete.
And I will never forget. The day when I decided I will live. The day I decided what I want to do with my life.
And from that day, my life has never been the same, ever.
I maybe 21 biologically, but I've always felt that I was only borned 6 years ago.
But in these 6 years, I've grown at an alarmingly rate. and I still believe that I am growing.
As I alighted the bus, I started looking into the faces of the throngs of people swarming around me. All of them busy, seemingly heading somewhere with a great deal of purpose.
I can't resist but think, so many people, but how many of them are wasting away? Do they know what they want? Are they happy? Do they know what will make them happy if they are not?
And then I started to turn those questions unto myself.
I will not reveal my answers to those questions, but if I have to give an indication, it will look like this:
= )
******* ******* ******* ******* ******* ******* *******
Sometimes you've got to believe in fate.
I got off the train at Chou Chu Kang, and it wasn't an accident. But I'm too lazy to explain why
I got of at CCK and not Woodlands.
But because the mood was so right, and my state of mind tonight was so ripe for any soul searching activities, I decided to pay Lot 1 a visit.
It may not be obvious, but Lot 1 is a very important place to me.
It was a place where I took up my first job, and I was only 13 then.
It's also the place where I got my first pay raise through my own hard work and merit, a handsome 20 cents per hour increase.
It's also the place when I realised than I'm more special then others, because the customers always seemed to like me better then the other staff. And it not because I was chubby and cute!!!
And it was also the place when I first encounter the trap and maze that is known as politics. I didn't know if I did the right thing, but it was also the first time I realised how I can influence the decision of others. And I was only 13.
It's remarkable, but some of the skills and beliefs that I've picked up then, I still use them to good effect now.
*Anyway, back to the topic.*
I started my sightseeing trip into Lot 1 and for a long while I was simply lost for words.
The mall has under gone so much changes over the last 8 years that I can't decide if I've changed more or if the mall has changed more.
Even Long John Silvers is no longer where it used to be, but had shifted to the basement instead.
Whatever it is,I've learned so much more about myself in one day then I had for the past few months. I feel like recharged battery! Though my feets are getting a little tired...
P.S. Think I wrote too much "serious stuff" today, must lighten up the load with a humor quote.
"I'm valy knowledgealbe one leh. Althought my sppeling is not bery goood." - Gab to Hy
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