Road Trip

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I'm on long road trip. Not alone, but i guess one can be alone, if he wants to, no matter he's alone or with somebody else. At times, when he has someone along on the trip, he's lucky, that he could switch between those two alternatives. This would most probably be the longest road trip i ever had in my life (from Johor Bahru, Malaysia to Hatyai, Thailand and back to Johor Bahru again). Covering more than 800 miles, i was indeed frequently switching between those two alternatives. At the articular moment, i was in the so-called lonely mood. Quite helpful to one's mind, i suppose, especially in stimulating one to think and write.

Long road trips, may be healthy. Mind-friendly, it makes one calm and relax, then slowly languor and be nonchalant. The television on board is showing the latest Fast & Furious series with the unrecognizable audio ad annoying sound effects playing in the background. I watched it a few months ago, so i wasn't interested in watching it again. The light of TV screen was too glaring and i got irritated. (Imagine yourself, trying to get some sleep, and u have deafening bomb explosions, the sound of men shouting, girls shrieking, and race car speeding, all screaming at your eardrum in a chaotic manner, who wouldn't?!!)

Cross country midnight trip does more than the common daily road trip in spurring us on, seeing things we don't normally pay attention at. It was a starry night, but the stars are hardly spotted , as the clouds thickens over the carbon sky. ( And i really miss the night sky, which was thoroughly covered by unknown constellations, back then during the PLKN days.) The sky tinted with a hint of crimson at the northward side, the portent of the forthcoming rain, looked ominous. From afar, i could see urban lights from the expressway. How many more times will i experience such a lovely lonely night on a coach in the next two years alone? I guess, it's time for me to learn -as though i have not enough things to learn- to love long road trips.

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18.

Stuck, in the middle of a moment..... is precisely the feeling of an adolescent in the midst of the transition to an adult. It's amazing, marvelous, wonderful, bewilderingly awesome.  At some point of time, i am wondering why should i care what salutation i would get: a teen or a grown man? There are jobs that had to be done, and there's duty that couldn't be shed; Responsibilities are always there, no matter who you are. At the end of 17 comes another part ...

People, mass multitude of the public,almost forever, ponder on the exact meaning of life. What would it be? What could it be ? What should we do with it? At the end of the day , what would we find apart from faith, the almighty one(s) or our sins or the savior?

At the end of the day , maybe , we will, some of us will, find out the meaning of life. Before we actually contrive to do so, I suppose we should at least be responsible to give it some before it defines itself. It's basically nothing, before we start seeking for it, and amidst the seek, we gives it some hint that reveals to the meaning of life, which could, of course be nothing, i suppose.

I am a very emotional person, i know. Not emotionally mad, crazy, megalomaniac, but just emotionally sensitive. Tears have exceptionally, surprisingly, prominent place in my history of LIFE. I cried when I was happy as much as I was sad. I still cry when i was glad that I am sharing heart with someone i cared and cared for me just as though i would cry unabashedly whilst reading "sentimental" stories albeit I am 18. "Sentimental” novels, brimming with tender and touching scenes, gave readers an occasion to exercise their “finer feelings.” Your tears proved your susceptibility to the suffering of others. At the end the day , trust plays an important role though i do not know how does it work. I know I'm not good at maintaing a relationship, though i know i cherish the moments. But if a relationship is exhausting, then i sure it wouldn't do both parties any good couldn't be bothered to be in contact every day and night as they should always be there just like i would be there when they would one day reminisce their old nostalgic memories...

Having lots of casual acquaintances obviously doesn't reflect on how many good friends you have. Yet, 9 years of friendship, 9 years of comradeship, 9 years of fraternity, should be something that account for a portion of my 18 years. We do not talk everyday as the so-called BFFs so do. At times,he or she is susurating in the hidden place at the corner of your heart when you are not listening carefully enough. But under inexplicable circumstances, they would come to you, or vice versa, to be together, physically or spiritually, at the end of the day .

I have passed one fifth of my life i supposed. A man would probably have 5 eighteen years in his life. 18 is a period of growth. Germinate. Sprout up. Shoot up. Spring up. Swell. Develop. Progress. Quickly & Rapidly , at the mind, the speech, the heart and the body. 36 is an offer letter toward middle-age. 54 could be a great success if one contrive to uncover 3/5 of the meaning of life . 72 should mark the very last ambitions, goals and dreams off the list before retiring into the last one fifth of life at the end of the day

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