A fulfilling Wednesday

I have been really busy at work for past few weeks. Some projects have gotten draggy to the point of never-ending. I had to drag myself to work on many occassions. The regular OTs aren't making things any better. Wifey may have heard me grumbling quite a bit over our chit-chat nights.

But yesterday was different.

I'm feeling high.
I don't know why.
Work was supposed to be kanasai ("shitty" in Hokkien).
But I'm high up in the sky.

I actually enjoyed yesterday's fast pace of life. Answering plenty of phone calls from clients, going for many meetings, and clearing plenty of workload. I think I'm crazy. =( I am actually having fun.

After my OT, I reached home close to 9pm and had this urge to go for a long night run. It was a happy run, the sense of euphoria I have not experienced since last year's Standard Chartered Marathon.

Somehow I jogged all the way back to my old neighbourhood.
The place where I lived in during the poor days.
The place where I spent my childhood.
The place where I learnt life's lessons.

Endless memories flow back.

The old theatre building was vacated. For a while, I was thinking if I should rent it (via bank loan, of course) to start a big tuition centre - teaching Shingo T's style of education. Teaching will always be what I want to do most.

The market stalls were closed mainly due to chinese new year period. But one stall stands out with a long long queue. Some stall I have never seen when I used to live here. With all the makansutra and various food awards, how can I not know its existence? Nasi lemak lovers, forget about the over-rated Changi Village Nasi Lemak. The best Nasi Lemak is right here!

One of my fondest memories of my dad during my childhood days is him treating me to orange + pineapple fruit juice at the market here. I missed the good old days. =( Dad has been down with a virus for the past few weeks. It isn't exactly life-threatening, but he is taking really long to recover. Dad has always been a man of few words, but we are close, in an emotional sense.

I feel very much at home in the old neighbourhood. It feels more home than my present home. My neighbours used to be banglahdesh workers and poor people, but I'm sure we were definitely closer to them than current neighbours.

It was a fulfilling Wednesday.
Haven't been this happy since a long time liao.