Saturday, February 17, 2007

Much as I look forward to Chinese New Year, a tiny part of me doesn't want it to arrive so soon. Because, for every beginning, there is an end. And I don't want it to end. Working life gets too routine, shuttling between work places everyday, catching a wink/bite on the move, only to repeat it again the next day. And the next. And the next, and the next. It's never ending.

Some excitement on an otherwise normal and boring morning - I picked up a $50 note in the bus today. I don't know why but my first instincts was to give it to the bus driver. This is an irreversible action, obviously, because I cannot possibly ask for it back. But throughout the entire journey, the more I thought about it, the more distressed I became because I didn't think handing the money to the bus driver was such a good idea anymore. I'm now convinced that he had, henceforth, pocketed the money. My friend said I'm stupid. ):

I've learnt my lesson, and the next time I pick up another $50, I know what I'll do.

(Keep it for myself, haha!)

writing at 1:47 AM

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