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I Never Know.
Wednesday, March 04, 2009, 22:57
I am here at MacRitchie. Its 1901 now. I can't really see the sun, but I see a part of the sky that is orange, it's behind a thick nice patch of cloud. Not orange, a warm shade of yellow and orange.

The moon is fade, over my head. Its not round but it is still beautiful, no doubt.

The water is calm. The weather is cooling. Birds flying home, some chirping in their nests already. There is a small cool breeze. Everything is simple and soothing.

There is a monkey in the middle of the pavement though, sitting among the plastic bags and metal drinking cans. I think they are smart animals, seeing how it opened the dustbin and how it positioned itself, to be able to reach for the stuffs in the dustbin, yet not fall in.

I see the tail hanging and I feel like pulling it. Haha.

Actually, this is a nice place, a very good place to relax. A place away from the politics and urban high-paced society, a place where I don't entertain people's mind games. A place where I breathe hard and convince myself somewhere in the world there is a place I can find the 'pause' button to my life. A place that stopped me from thinking about the things that made me unhappy.

I'm beginning to like this place.






Ernest