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Friday, December 02, 2005
worth the wait - 11:13 PM
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First of all, I wanna say that I didn't sleep well last night. I had nightmares...again.. I dreamt that Cedric died in my arms... Good news: I replaced Cho as the-one-close-to-him. Bad news: I'm so not kidding if you think I am trying to be funny. I NEED HELP!!!.... Ok, thats over. MOving on...Today was one of those days when it got so cold that you go 'ok GREAT. now i CAN'T WAIT for January (when the weather is notoriously crappy).' It was so cold my hands got so numb within the 45 seconds that I spent untangling my earphones. I got to the bus stand (not even a bus stop mind u), stuck my neck out to see whether the bus was coming. Ok, no bus, no biggie- cos the transportation system here isn't that great. The more frequent buses took about 15minutes, half and hour for the less frequent ones. And then I stood there in my winter stuff, cold and sian. But nevermind... cos I have my IPOD with me mah right? At least I have music to listen and hum along to.

10 minutes later...no bus, ipod dies on me.GREAT.

another 10 minutes passes...ggrrr the bus still doesn't wanna come..its very cold u knowwwww

yet another 5 minutes....I started to fall into despair. By then, I already had this young girl look out at me from inside her mother's van, smiling and waving at me, as if going 'hey u poor thing. isn't it cold outside? woo i'm comfortable in here! byebye' WTH. I wanted to punch her but couldn't so I settled for smiling meekly back at her. And then, something EVEN MORE demeaning. This car which had a dog in the backseat pulled up. Its one of those miniature black and white dogs will ALOT OF hair... Those that are soley meant to be seen and be pampered. That Queen (lets just call her queen, I'm just assuming its a bitch) was perched on her lil cushion and staring out at me from her passenger window. I caught her eye and she caught mine (dunno got such thing not but aiyah, u get the gist). But luckily her breed was those with permenantly sad faces.. so I felt like someone/something could at least empathise. She was also warm and comfortable, and she looked at me one last time before her car pulled away on the cue of the Green. Well, I'm cold and pathetic but at least I don't have to have a stupid ribbon tied on top of my head against my will!

By that time, I was getting impatient and extremely frustrated. Where is the bus? What if it never comes? Then I thought about life, and it all clicked. Most of us are currently on the path to greatness that we ourselves define. Whether its career goals, spiritual goals, family goals etc... we know we want to go somewhere, someday. Sometimes the bus to your destination comes on time, and you hop onto it. Sometimes the bus comes slightly later, and then you hop on. Sometimes, the bus doesn't even show up... and even if it does, it might break down anytime...What do you do then? As we embark on our own conquests, things usually don't go as smoothly as we hope they would. THen wad? School never really did teach us how to go about those kinda challenges leh?

The Chinese always say 'Tian1 shi2, di4 li4, ren2 he2' (translates to umm.. I dunno but I'll try... something like Man, Earth and Time. umm I dunno but agar lar) Right person at the right place at the right time. Then it clicks. Right place and the right time but with the wrong person, you end up like Carrie and Aiden from SATC; Right person at the right time at the Wrong place, you'll be like Santa on Xmas Day in India instead of the North Pole; Right person at the right place but at the wrong time...you end up like me, waiting for the bus in the cold. Do we then do a U-turn and walk home, or hop on to any other bus that comes along...one that doesn't bring you to where you wanna go but near enough, or continue to wait despite all that negativity?

I don't know what I'll do cos there are so much other factors to consider if its an important decision...but just in case you're wondering whether the bus did come, yeah it did...eventually. And it was crowded with people who had waited for it as long as I did. And just when you think all is good, think again for the journey had only just begun.

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