-the life that God has breathed onto us.


As a brother had said in a facebook tag, "Another year added to your life brother. God is good :)"
That really does sum everything up.

I know that due to the nature of how I blog, my blogging voice is usually quite impersonal. But to make the exception just this once..

Thank you guys =) (As much as I suspect that the surprisingly large number that remembered and sent me messages today was due to facebook:P) Still, its when you get older that you start to learn how to appreciate the people around you. So yup.

Another thing that one thinks about when he gets old is the passing of time. At the speed of life, it is difficult to capture this. Let me suggest that one possible way to do so, is to ride on an MRT train. And as the train moves on, think over what that station means to you. It could be a place where your secondary school was at. It could be where your grandmother's home is. It could be near a location where you had a memorable meal with a friend. It could be a near the place you lost a competition you had put so much into. It could be where a girl you liked stays. It could be where you had a stayover with friends. It could be where your first NS camp was at. It could be where you had a fight with a friend. It could be where you used to always go to cut your hair.

Of course, some stations will mean a lot more than a just single event. Some stations might mean a lot less because the events that happened around them were not significant. Some stations will not really mean anything to you at all since you had barely been to the place.

By that logic, a geographical psychoanalysis of ourselves paints quite a deep picture of who we are doesn't it. (There could be some facebook MRT-ology thing. I.e. Having each station from Boon Lay to Pasir Ris and asking questions like "Who is the first person you think of at that stop." Somebody beat me to create this please :P)

That said, the speed of life does cause the geography to move on as well. Perhaps that would justify them as the containers of the passing of time, since we are a variable in almost a similar style as them. Who knows what Joo Koon might mean to you in time to come eh?


"A heart is not judged by how much you love, but how much you are loved by others." - Wizard of Oz (The Wizard of Oz telling this to the Tin Man)

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