A lot of damn conflicting thoughts man.... weird ramblings.. whimsical requests.. ahh so my style, they say. Some days I feel angsty, some days I dont. But most of all, I love it when I feel serene... like "who-cares-what-you-think-abt-me" I do what I like, whatever that makes me happy.... hahaha

Ramblings I say..... and here I go again

I was on the train to CCk last week when I saw an old lady with 2 watches on her wrist. She was sitting in front of me. I couldnt help but look. She had loose wrinkled skin and the toes on her feet were all badly bent and garled. My eyes travelled upwards.... her face.... she had white hair tinged with strands of grey all combed backwards and held together with a simple black hairband and her eyes were of those who had seen. Her expression was serene...not angry, not impatient, not sad... just serene. Like she understood the world. Ya, thats it. Like she understands the world.

I could not tear my eyes off her. I wondered. Why is she wearing 2 watches? Under my fertile imagination, it must be because her child is overseas and in order to keep track of the time zone of the country which her child is in, she is wearing 2 watches. One for the SIngapore time and the other for the overseas time.... " )

I scanned the line of faces in the cabin of the MRT. There was a very tanned, middle age man sitting at the corner.. he has a very weathered look about him and looked like the farmer-sort, if you know what I mean. He must have a story of his own too I thought. I looked at the aunties sitting in front of me.. They have stories too.. stories of love, betrayal, passion, heartbreaks. All of them has stories to tell.

On the surface, everyone seems happy. Everyone seems to be preoccupied with their work and everything else that is happening. But deep down, everyone has stories to tell. Yes, even you and me. Stories of sadness and stories of tears and laughter. These stories, we keep in us.

This brings to mind the time when we had the table talk in Vientinne Kitchen in Thailand if you guys still remember. Those were stories, my friends. True stories of real people that affected us all. Stories in you and me. Stories that made us laugh and cry. And Im touched we found each other worthwhile to share stories like that.

Yes, everyone has a story.

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