630 PM
I am patiently waiting for the MRT going to
Admiralty.
3 MINS the screen shows. I grabbed my phone and
browse at my photos. Smiled a little. Reminisce the days when I was in Boracay.
I was 23 then. 23 and naïve. Ah, there’s nothing much difference now. Grinned at
myself.
30 mins. My ride would take me thirty minutes or so
before I reach home. I busied myself into the wonders of the internet. News of
Yolanda flooded all over social media. I am shaking off the feeling. I opened
my Ibooks and read my unfinished novel.
At some point in my journey, I stopped and savored
the idea. My imagination at its best. Sad the the lady in my novel felt
something for the guy but the guy never noticed. Why does it always have to be
like that? I feel pity. Ah, this makes me sad. I looked around. Couples are
sitting side by side. Some hugging, some leaning and others, separately
open-mouthed asleep. Realities.
I lost my interest. I positioned myself comfortably
in my seat and just went with my thoughts. I drifted to my past and I felt
nostalgic. What if I did not take the risk? What if I stayed home? What if I told
him I loved him? Scratch that.
I thought about my present, I felt utterly puzzled.
Am I in a place where I should be? Am I just wasting my time? Why not fall in
love? Why care too much for people who care less? Why am I sad? Why am I happy?
My thoughts ran in chaos. I should not answer my questions. At least not as
loud as I can other than, whenever I am in the toilet. Why, people might find
me as a lunatic.
I thought about my future… why do I even worry
about not having an insurance? My parents’ retirement? My solid investments? My
future family? My boredom when all my adventure subsides? I felt scared,
thirsty and worried about what I will become. Stop me.
715PM. The operator mentioned: reached Admiralty. Oh
at least it saved me from my own misery. I walked hurriedly but as soon as I
got out from the MRT station, I slowed down my pace. I want to see what beauty
unfolds me.
How grateful Singaporeans should be, they have a very
nice environment. If they can only realize how special they are, no floods,
typhoons, earthquakes. Not in the fault line, ring of fire or most dangerous
cities. Ah, some people just got it. And they got it good.
Then it occurred to me, what if while walking down
the alley the water will rise, I secured my phone, Geez! It should have a
battery life more than 80%, if water goes higher, what will I do? I scanned the
sideways, Oh I’d run towards home but the water might reach me, so I just have
to go to the nearest ladder and grab the railings. The people will panic but I
shall keep calm. Do I have biscuits in my bag! Good, I have one. I’d eat one
bite a day? Will I survive?
730. I was too engrossed with my idea of surviving
an apocalypse I did not notice I was on the front door.
Some people got it. Some people got it bad… my
memory, I forgot the door code!
