Meet up with a friend last night, we haven’t met each other since we left school 16 years ago. Time passes quickly, just realized that we had doubled in age since we move on from that white and blue uniform. Maybe it is a good time for me to take out the old photos and scan them for the cyber space. It will certainly be nostalgic as it brings back memories of my youth.

We recognize each other the instant we notice each other. Guess it is a good thing, as it will mean that we didn’t change too much over the years. Ha ha… my attempts to self deny the fact that I am getting old. Anyway the lousy attempt of mine didn’t last very long; it came quickly to surface that we had both advanced in our own queer ways. I had a good time catching up with her and we talk about all sort of stuff.

On my way home, I walk along the path that we used to take after school. For a moment or two, I can remember the flapping blue on my kneecap and the stiff white on my feet. Kind of missed the smile on her face but I do envy her slim figure and the meaningful job. For my dear friend, I am crossing my fingers and toes, for you to emerge from you uncertain love weather. In addition, I wish to see you smile a little more the next time we meet up.

Weekday mornings

Hurried out of my house, walk at the fastest speed possible (which depend on the chosen footwear) to the MRT station. Had eliminated some shoes choices for work due to their imposed “speed limit” and the dangers present on the journey to work.

Catch the train to Jurong east where the shuttle bus pick up for work is located. Normally will be cover with perspiration when I get to the pick up area.

Wait for the right bus to appear and be on my way to work. Will arrive at work early and then walk leisurely to the office. There is even enough time for me to finish the main paper of straits times before the start of my working hours.

These must be very ordinary day-to-day stuff but I really hate it.

As I stand waiting for the shuttle bus, I will experience the peak of this hatred. It can be rather depressing if one think hard about it. It will be obvious that this happen to everyone around me. No one else seems to be complaining and getting depressed over it. Wonder if I am plainly spoilt or extremely control freak. Perhaps I dread being ordinary and unconsciously seeking for more then I know. Maybe it is my bio clock ticking away, compressing the tolerance level. Whatever it is, it had cause this urge for resolution.