King Of The World
Friday, December 22, 2006
King Of The World
For the record,i am feeling okay now.There is this weird,numb feeling in my stomach and a sore throat that doesnt exactly feel like a sore throat,but i shall live through the day without a scratch or worry,though the occasion coughs are getting on my nerves.I guess i've been sick for too long and too often when i was younger to see this as too big a deal.Which is not a good thing i know,to see anything wrong with your body as being just a temporary mistake.But what the hell,im the kind of person who lives for the moment when it comes to health issues,and if i dont feel like plunging myself from the 19th floor because of a bad cough,i guess it's going to be fine after a packet of Strepsils.
Like i mentioned,i woke up this morning at 530am and remained that way all the way till almost 9am.I just didnt want to go to sleep,because whenever i tried lying down,the feeling came surging back towards the top of my throat.But i'd rather puke everything out like a bad hangover though,at least i know it'll be over once the regurgitation seizes.But nonetheless,i spent the time collecting the morning paper from the front gate and spent the whole dawning hours of the day on my Josephine.It was refreshing to wake up at this hour,and that reminded me of the good old days when we used to be forced to wake up at this lovely hour of the morning to go for breakfast.Sometimes even earlier than that,because of live firings or outfields.Those were the days,and the days are gone.I almost forgot how peaceful the wee hours of the morning is,the way everybody is asleep,visiting dreamlands and careless of the world.Somewhere in Singapore a bunch of bald-headed recruits are waking up to the screaming of their sergeants,fast-food joints are opening for the day's business and the bakeries are opened as well,preparing nice warm rolls and breads.Everybody else is asleep,just me and the working ants,the hardworking people,the lunatics.
So i kept playing every song i know on Josephine in my room and in the dining room,with the dark skies slowly turning into a shade of blue and then white.The sound of the traffic growing with the dawning of the day,and the only constant right then was the playing of my guitar.I didnt stop at all,just went on and on without thinking much about the next song.And it felt good,to be like some sort of robot for just that moment,to do something without thinking much about it.I guess we are just too tired sometimes,exhausted at the thinking process.Besides,it was 6am,give me a break.
I remember being all excited when i was a kid,if i was able to wake up before my parents.You know how parents are,they are always the early birds,waking up for a cup of coffee at the balcony at 8am while the rest of the family enjoyed their private moments of slumber.My dad will be watching the morning news or the golf,and my mother would be making breakfast or washing the clothes.Basically,at that time of the morning their days start,and i used to roam the house alone back then and get a kick out of it if i woke up earlier than everybody else.It felt like such an achievement back then,such a triumph.
My chinese teacher used to say,"The early bird gets the worm.But nobody ever considered that the early worm gets eaten".I've lived with that philosophy for a long time,so you can imagine how rare it is for me to roam the house and collect the papers.Almost never,in actual fact.I would ran to the balcony and smell the morning air,with my Primary School in the distance glistering in the sun,and the sunlight reflecting off the surfaces of passing cars down below.I love the morning sun,it never scorches or burn.It's warm,unlike the afternoon ones,and i rejoiced as i danced on the balcony like a stupid idiot.
Today,that childish feeling overwhelmed me.But of course,i passed on the dancing part.I merely stood on the balcony and looked out into the city below,with a weird stomach and a bad throat,i coughed and coughed into the wind.I felt like the king of the world,like Aslan when he first created the world of Narnia,and the world awakes slowly to the rising of the sun.Of course,in the books Aslan is supposed to represent Jesus,and i am in no position to compare myself to him.But hey,i guess in a way,there was a sort of strange satisfaction involved in watching the world begin before your eyes,as if you had control over everything else.Besides,watching it from 19 floors up from the ground floor is quite an experience,if look with renewed eyes and childish wonders.
For the record,i am feeling okay now.There is this weird,numb feeling in my stomach and a sore throat that doesnt exactly feel like a sore throat,but i shall live through the day without a scratch or worry,though the occasion coughs are getting on my nerves.I guess i've been sick for too long and too often when i was younger to see this as too big a deal.Which is not a good thing i know,to see anything wrong with your body as being just a temporary mistake.But what the hell,im the kind of person who lives for the moment when it comes to health issues,and if i dont feel like plunging myself from the 19th floor because of a bad cough,i guess it's going to be fine after a packet of Strepsils.
Like i mentioned,i woke up this morning at 530am and remained that way all the way till almost 9am.I just didnt want to go to sleep,because whenever i tried lying down,the feeling came surging back towards the top of my throat.But i'd rather puke everything out like a bad hangover though,at least i know it'll be over once the regurgitation seizes.But nonetheless,i spent the time collecting the morning paper from the front gate and spent the whole dawning hours of the day on my Josephine.It was refreshing to wake up at this hour,and that reminded me of the good old days when we used to be forced to wake up at this lovely hour of the morning to go for breakfast.Sometimes even earlier than that,because of live firings or outfields.Those were the days,and the days are gone.I almost forgot how peaceful the wee hours of the morning is,the way everybody is asleep,visiting dreamlands and careless of the world.Somewhere in Singapore a bunch of bald-headed recruits are waking up to the screaming of their sergeants,fast-food joints are opening for the day's business and the bakeries are opened as well,preparing nice warm rolls and breads.Everybody else is asleep,just me and the working ants,the hardworking people,the lunatics.
So i kept playing every song i know on Josephine in my room and in the dining room,with the dark skies slowly turning into a shade of blue and then white.The sound of the traffic growing with the dawning of the day,and the only constant right then was the playing of my guitar.I didnt stop at all,just went on and on without thinking much about the next song.And it felt good,to be like some sort of robot for just that moment,to do something without thinking much about it.I guess we are just too tired sometimes,exhausted at the thinking process.Besides,it was 6am,give me a break.
I remember being all excited when i was a kid,if i was able to wake up before my parents.You know how parents are,they are always the early birds,waking up for a cup of coffee at the balcony at 8am while the rest of the family enjoyed their private moments of slumber.My dad will be watching the morning news or the golf,and my mother would be making breakfast or washing the clothes.Basically,at that time of the morning their days start,and i used to roam the house alone back then and get a kick out of it if i woke up earlier than everybody else.It felt like such an achievement back then,such a triumph.
My chinese teacher used to say,"The early bird gets the worm.But nobody ever considered that the early worm gets eaten".I've lived with that philosophy for a long time,so you can imagine how rare it is for me to roam the house and collect the papers.Almost never,in actual fact.I would ran to the balcony and smell the morning air,with my Primary School in the distance glistering in the sun,and the sunlight reflecting off the surfaces of passing cars down below.I love the morning sun,it never scorches or burn.It's warm,unlike the afternoon ones,and i rejoiced as i danced on the balcony like a stupid idiot.
Today,that childish feeling overwhelmed me.But of course,i passed on the dancing part.I merely stood on the balcony and looked out into the city below,with a weird stomach and a bad throat,i coughed and coughed into the wind.I felt like the king of the world,like Aslan when he first created the world of Narnia,and the world awakes slowly to the rising of the sun.Of course,in the books Aslan is supposed to represent Jesus,and i am in no position to compare myself to him.But hey,i guess in a way,there was a sort of strange satisfaction involved in watching the world begin before your eyes,as if you had control over everything else.Besides,watching it from 19 floors up from the ground floor is quite an experience,if look with renewed eyes and childish wonders.
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