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Tuesday, September 04, 2007

there are always these few moments in a week that i think about travelling. dream of walking down the many rows baggage check at the airport. shopping duty-free. getting all excited as the plane engine drones monotonously. in all awe and wonder, excited to discover a new country. unraveling the mysteries and once unknown secrets. i get especially excited when there's a change in climate. when you go there all humid and sticky and end up preparing an overcoat to wear. the sudden dip in temperature. the sun shining so brightly yet the wind whipping your face. that's when our cheeks turn rosy and we feel so carefree and happy.

let's pack our bags and go on a long getaway. can we?

thinking of all these is a form of escape. something surreal yet captivating. how i wish i was running with the team in my jacket on those crisp leaves on the gravel. breathing in the hard cold air and still feeling so warm and fuzzy inside.

rather then turning up the air-conditioning and drapping layers of blankets and feeling half warm and half cold yet inside my heart, everything is stone cold.

working hard, pumping those muscles, battling a few matches each day, tired yet happy. doing our own cooking, laundry, cleaning...learning to navigate roads, making wrong turns and taking the long way back, walking all about town looking for a doctor, medicine to cure food poisoning...we took it in our own hands and we enjoyed the fun and even all the chores and downside.

rather than doing what is deemed right, going for degrees and masters, fighting sleep in dreary offices and lecture theatres, getting all our money's worth out of our maids doing our laundry, cooking and washing after us and we still leave a mess on the floor because we're moody...being driven around, the doctor just below our flats, meals cooked warm but tastes only half as good, monday blues and weekday blues not knowing when and where all these will end up in. we get all the degrees, the big cars, clothings and fatty food yet we were never as happy as we were back in those times when we took things in our own hands. why?

it is sad, ain't it. the life we're living now. of what is supposedly so good and so right and yet does not make us as happy as the simple life we would have so loved to lead. i suddenly have a good mind of moving. uprooting what i or rather everyone else around me have stood for and just go. go away. migration. i may not be rich i may not be near but i may be happy. happy as can be.

will you come with me?
-cheryl
9:42 AM





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