the story of the sun & i
Oct. 25th, 2008 12:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
methrowrockThere is something about the fourth-quarter air that makes people blue. Recently, there has been a deluge of blog posts about how one has changed and quick summaries of an action-packed year 'filled with new, enriching experiences', you know that sorta of thing. It could be persistently rainy and grey weather which induces introspection or it could be just the fact that another year has nearly withered and people are scrambling to find ways to quantify the months. Time cannot be a total waste, no. Or it could be that we are all teenagers, 'struggling to gain a steady foothold in this world', so every battle lost or won, every minute change is jotted down and amplified to elucidate the overall significance and construed as the cementation of a permanent identity. Wordy sentence, phew. If you sense sceptism, well, good for you. There is too much unnecessary fuss in this world. But it is precisely this intricate shadow-play which makes life interesting, for a spectator at least. So please, do keep those spidersilk stories spinning.
It was a nice day to run today. Thunderstorms in the morning meant sweet earthy air, damp ground and genial sky in afternoons. So run I did, for 45 minutes at a very leisurely pace. It was enjoyable, relaxing. I broke into a large c-h-e-e-s-e! grin at random intervals, which may account for people speeding away from me thereafter. My heart could have swelled and burst of happiness. Chinese Garden is a beautiful, beautiful place. It won't be, after the redevelopment though. The thought of a bustling waterfront area this side of town makes me queasy. Think of the crowds, having to share breathing space with them, and the chaotic hubbub that they would produce. Territorial, maybe. The chips are already on the move. A regal old kampong-style house near the leafy round-about was pulled down. I looked for its eerie grandeur and in its place, I found debris and tractors. So this is 'development'. It is hard not to feel sad when the environment you grew up in is changing beyond recognition. But since it is all in the name of 'progress', who can complain? This is the world as we know it.
I had plenty of time to mull over things today. On the bus journeys to and from school, while running, walking back from the park, the inbetween hours spent reading Cold Comfort Farm and so on. It was pleasant. Lp, that's what I am aiming for, right. :) Till another time.
It was a nice day to run today. Thunderstorms in the morning meant sweet earthy air, damp ground and genial sky in afternoons. So run I did, for 45 minutes at a very leisurely pace. It was enjoyable, relaxing. I broke into a large c-h-e-e-s-e! grin at random intervals, which may account for people speeding away from me thereafter. My heart could have swelled and burst of happiness. Chinese Garden is a beautiful, beautiful place. It won't be, after the redevelopment though. The thought of a bustling waterfront area this side of town makes me queasy. Think of the crowds, having to share breathing space with them, and the chaotic hubbub that they would produce. Territorial, maybe. The chips are already on the move. A regal old kampong-style house near the leafy round-about was pulled down. I looked for its eerie grandeur and in its place, I found debris and tractors. So this is 'development'. It is hard not to feel sad when the environment you grew up in is changing beyond recognition. But since it is all in the name of 'progress', who can complain? This is the world as we know it.
I had plenty of time to mull over things today. On the bus journeys to and from school, while running, walking back from the park, the inbetween hours spent reading Cold Comfort Farm and so on. It was pleasant. Lp, that's what I am aiming for, right. :) Till another time.
