Something's wrong. Another hectic day. Pondering how to manage this better.why dont we see others rushing? The new zealanders seem to enjoy theirs? Those we met are in the service and agriculture industry i suppose. All others shld be tourists, yea where are locals? Few that we met. But those in the service are really smiley and nice. I recalled when i express appreciation for what i deem to be an extra mile, they merely replied its their job. My eyes widened and gave a smile.Their job to render help unconditionally? No not many consider that as part of their job.
A good session off-site tho. The pilot grp get together for a greater cause. how did they carve out the time for this cca?
Chose the train over the cab, bad pick, got onto the 5th train. Every train came rolling into the station was packed. 3-4 alighted, 3-4 got up. The queue was hardly moving. A slight throbbing pain in the head.
Still raining when it's time to get off. Got home and looked into the wardrobe. Need a black tee. Pulled it out from the stack of folded clothes. A pair of shorts and grabbed the visor from behind the door. Decided for a run in the rain.
Felt good when the cooling raindrops meet the skin. Breathed in deeply, the smell of wet grass. Got onto the connector and "shit!" for the first puddle on the tarmac, then urgh for the second and heck for the third. The sports shoes soaked. Watched the sky turned from blue to grey, the street lights turned on and the millions of ripples in the almost filled-to-the-brim canal. The trees form silhouettes behind the translucent striped curtain. There was nobody. There was peace and serenity. Couldnt feel the pain in the head temporarily. You know you dont need the organic substance which contains the -oh grp to drown your displeasures. There are always other means, n they are far better and more sustainable.
Waited at the traffic light and watched the rainwater flow downslope. Seems like the ground is moving beneath the feet. Draining away somewhere, past the shoes on the slope, bringing the negative energy with it. watched the raindrops dripped from the visor. The light turned green, and continued the jog. A cyclist seeking shelter below the mrt track. Dont feel that the rain is heavy, hope that it could be heavier tho alr totally drenched. it is prolly the only time when one will wish that the rain pours harder when one is in the open without an umbrella. When u are prepared for smth, u will not jus embrace it but yearn for more to come. sometimes sadistically. When it is difficult to resist, try going with the flow, u may reap the unexpected. go for the uncharted i thought, if not game enuff yet for the unchartered. Anyhow i am prepared and confident that i wont get sick, for those who wish to try, go ahead but stop if it doesnt work for u and make u ill instead. And for those who cared, pls do not nag.
Took the chance that nobody will be out in this rain along a park connector, the spine meets the tarmac, spaced equally from both sides of the turf or railing, watched the rain coming towards the specs. Reminds of the time when i did the snow angel and watching the snow falls towards me. The drops or flakes appear big in a split sec, jus keep hitting the specs n cant control the blink of the eyes. And u feel like a poor target board. When u closed the eyes, the surrounding sinks in with u. Cant describe the feeling in words. It is just like...oblivious and numb to the pitter patter. But when u open ur eyes back, damn i still blink no matter how hard i tried. Reflex to what is right before u. Give some slack.
Finally stopped jogging. The left ankle hurts. Rusty. Nothing serious. Stepped into the house, 2 sneezes. A thot flashes past, am i proven wrong? No dont feel cold. Got upstairs for a warm bath. The choice of moments of enjoyment in life.
