When I stepped into the LRT in the morning, it's always new and fresh smelly armpits and toxic-like breaths. New faces of kiasu-ness pushing here and there in the LRT. And all the kiasi getting out of LRT. The scenario is different everyday. But same concept. People rushing for work oblivion to the inexistent clear blue sky. Such dullness.
I have no time for everything, yet have time to dream.
I dream of beautiful sunrise and cotton white clouds. Not sunrise concealed by buildings.
I dream of sunset by the horizon, reflected by sparkling seawater. Not sunset hidden by dust and smoke.
I dream of sleeping and never have to wake up at 6.30am!
