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Sunday, November 16, 2014

“Time check, it’s 14:56. It is raining heavily outside as I am sitting on a long bus ride which is almost vacant, whilst, accompanied with my favorite playlist. This melancholic feeling is hard to describe, but I love it, this feeling is bitter and sweet, yet made me feel so peaceful. Random thoughts flow in my mind, but I am not sad, instead I am feeling excited.  It gives me off a good vibe, I am overflowed with emotions and thoughts. Looking towards the surrounding from the bus window, reminds me of all the little things that made me feel grateful. Grateful to exist, grateful to be living, grateful to be sitting on a bus in a rainy day, grateful to have much memories to be recalled, be it beautiful or ugly. I thought to myself, if just I were driving on my own, how great would that be, and I realized that I miss my home, I miss my family and I miss driving in this weather. Cruising along Holland Road on the bus made me feel even much more amazed, I looked around and saw a lot of magnificent buildings and residential estates – everything of those seem like beautiful scenery to me. Since I was young, I had a deep attraction to architectures and buildings, I love seeing those pretty house. There are a lot of time when I was dreaming, if just I were born in that kind of family, living in the affluent area of a city, driving a posh car, attending a prestigious school, and having a harmonious family – it’s not that I am not happy now, just that everyone has their own fantasy and dreams. The rain is getting smaller, I can only hear small drizzles, and as soon as I lift up my head from the screen that I have been looking at, I saw the rain had subsided, my playlist had ended, and the bus is getting crowded with occupants coming up from each of the bus stops, just then my excitement subsides as well. Suddenly, I feel so lost, so empty, the excitement that were accompanying me throughout half of the journey were gone. And, I thought to myself, that’s how important time is, we need to cherish every single moment, because we don’t know what will happen next – we never know..” 

.... and I snapped out from my fantasy. I am back to the reality. The rain had stopped, and I am reaching my destination soon. I will be alighting in few minutes. It's 17:43 now, I was too tired. I slept once I reached the house, and I just woke up from my power nap. Still feeling a bit lethargic and restless, but all is well. Need to be more productive now, so I am getting off here. See you all readers in the near time.

5:45 PM




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