This monday didnt seem so blue when all along i knew that i had something to look forward to at the end of the day..work passed by in a dazzling flash as if time had no order and jumped from the numbers 9 to 12 and then to 6..the initial raindrops tried to make an impact but was soon chased away by the blazing sun..but that unrelenting rain brought back-up to chase the oh-so-shy sun behind its walls of clouds again..
before the day could draw its dark cloak around itself and prepare for bed, i decided to leverage on its few remaining rays to make my way to the bus stop..as i waited for that three-eye pole to turn from red to green, a sudden thought came into my mind..
i wondered how the birds flying so freely in the sky think of me.
as they ride through the passages carved by air currents, feeling the wind wrap around their feathers like how bark wraps itself around the trunk of its tree, i wondered as they look down, how would they see me? and i am suddenly aware of how insignificant i must have seem..among those dozens of black, brown, red, blonde dots..what makes me any more different?
that provoking thought gave way to sheer delight when i see that familiar numbers "190" appear and grew larger as it drew nearer to me..and i was on my way to meeting the thing that had kept me through this blue monday..
it is rather amazing how singaporeans generally classify monday as a "go-home and rest while trying not to lament about the coming week" day..cos takashimaya looked like how it would be at 12 midnight on a sunday when it was only 730 pm on a monday..that apparant lack of homosapians did little to drown my lifted spirits as i eagerly waited for the arrival of the 3.
and then they did, and we had a whale of a time :)
in the presence of familiar and hugely anticipated company, topics run like how a tiny brook flows into a tiny spring which eventually runs to the glistening river..in an environment where troubles seem so far away and one only focuses on the now, there you have that little piece of heaven right here on earth..
we talked, we laughed, we bought that book again..that precious book which drew us closer in such a magical way that none of us could have predicted from the very beginning..that book which im sure our wonderful father had sprinkled his little blessings dust that nourished our budding friendship..and what the father has personally undertaken, no one can destroy, and now we see that little bud emerging slowly into a beautiful flower..and im sure with time, that flower would blossom to its finest.
i would rather eat at a food court with friends, then eat the finest 10 course meal with strangers
