Supper night on friday saw the few of us "usual people" hanging out at an old pal's place,poring over old photographs of us in secondary school….it was so funny and nostalgic…and i got a good amount of ribbing for being the "shorty" who was always relegated to the front seat in class,with my geeky thick framed specs which i wore everyday to school until the grand old age of 15 when my mum finally allowed me to get contact lens.*blush* It was also then,that I guess boys actually started noticing me in school.*blush further*
I actually found a couple of my essays which were class assignments then,published as selected student's works in the yearbooks..in one of them i wrote about "an unusual incident" involving a chameleon and some classmate..its bloody weird that I can somehow still 'recognise' myself in those secondary school compositions.Weird! I was a budding journalist/writer-wannabe,was touted "most likely to become a journalist/news presenter" in secondary school..eh..so I must have been so proud of myself then!
On the way back in a cab at 4am, the groggy taxi driver took a wrong turn and then apologized profusely for his mistake,explaining earnestly that he was tired from rushing from a function gig to his taxi duties eariler in the night,and pointed to his gaudy "tom jones" inspired shirt.I asked him what he was doing at the function and he sheepishly told me he plays the drums in a band, and does night shifts as a cab driver to earn a living. " No choice mah..haha." he explained matter of factly,if a bit whimsical.I was in awe.Inspired.Here was a taxi uncle,earning his keep by driving people from point A to point B..not exactly the most stimulating or rewarding job you can imagine…but in this trudgery of trying to earn a living, he still finds the time and energy to play in a band..make music…whatever you want to call it..he finds the time to feed his soul.A lot of the talk in Singapore encourages upgrading! chase your Singapore idol dreams! and all that media driven crap that upper class citizens may find time for…but its just rare to find the average Singaporean working class guy finding time to "feed his soul"…we're usually concerned with earning enough to pay the bills,maintain the upkeep of our little pigeon holed flats,and keep up with the pack.It makes me feel a little more encouraged and courageous in pursuing my dream job,taking a shot at doing what will really feed my soul.Because ultimately..it's important to live this life with little regrets,and doing as much of possible,all the things you want to do.