Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Coincident to yesterday's entry, I faced an almost similar senario today. I woke up early today, did my morning businesses and was out of my house to catch bus 184 at around 7 am. It is the suitable timing that if I got onto the bus and got onto 151 after I reach Bt Timah, I will be strolling to LT 7A in time for the 8 am lecture. However, the hidden conspiracy of the universe hit me just when I was going to board the bus: I left my Ez-link card in another card holder at home!!!! I immediately cursed under my breath (I hope that it was a soft curse cuz I was with my headphones on) and hurried back to my house. From that pt to the time I reached home and found my Ez-link card, I was facing one of the greatest dilemma of my day - should I just hang around until my sis wakes uo and leave home with them. I'll miss the lecture if that was the case. In the end, the better side of me prevailed and I hurried back to the bus stop and boarded the 184 that came along. All went well along the way to school and I made it to LT 7A in time with a certain amount of brisk walking.
Ha.. A whole load of crap just to say that I have turned over a new leaf regarding the skipping of lectures. Anyway, there's a reason for my Ez-link card being in my card holder. It is that I went for an evening jog the day before, just when the sky was parted by a thinning line between stormy dark clouds and bright sunshine. How smart of me to go for a jog at a time like that right? I was just in a bad mood for missing the math lecture when I planned to go for it la. Ultimately, it rained while I was half-way through the jog. I ended up boarding a bus back home. During my wait for the bus, I saw an old lady, without an umbrella and pulling a trolley in the rain. She approached the bus-stop. She took a peek into the rubbish bin and reached in to grab an aluminium can. The load on her trolley consisted of waste cardboards and stuffs. I felt pity for her there and then. What had she done to deserve it? And I wondered if I would grow old to become like that. I felt uncertain for a moment and I quietly thanked god for the life that I'm leading now.
Then I questioned (maybe it is an innately usp kinda thing) - why the heck did I feel that to be something sad and bad? Is it the society that caused me to be so? If I have been in another place or another time, will I feel diferently about it? It is not as if it is a crime or it hurts others in any way. That is the point right?
The Origin. 3/06/2007 05:53:00 pm