A little breath of time

2007.

I break 30. The plastic pig piggybanks can no longer be found on the streets of Singapore. I, finally, live opposite the school so I can sleep a while more, but I have graduated from it 20 years ago, and the school is no more.

2007.

I am sitting on the banks of the milandering river of time. The peace around me lulls me from moving. The sunlight too peaceful and warm, my little daughter and my lovely wife shares my joy. But the world has moved, promising to plunge my world of peace into dark chaos when I hit the magical 35. My country no longer has space nor love for experience, which now is "baggage". I should move.

2007.

Let me have strength and courage to move. The path has been set, I have only been procastinating. It shall be, then. A little more time management, a little more strength, let me set my path straight. Forgive me for all my procastination for 30 years of time.

Let it all, begin.