Tuesday, March 02, 2010
OMG I found my old blog.
And I'm totally embarrassed by it! The language is just retarded. EEK.
Horrors. NO ONE should find it.
=S
Edit: I wish I hadn't found it. It's THAT bad.
And I'm totally embarrassed by it! The language is just retarded. EEK.
Horrors. NO ONE should find it.
=S
Edit: I wish I hadn't found it. It's THAT bad.
AMAZING SIGHT! *sigh*
2 days ago on my bus journey back, I passed by this large open field just one stop away from my place. A wonderful sight greeted me. The sky was FULL OF KITES! Children and adults alike were having fun reeling their spools of thread, coaxing the kites to a great height. It made me so happy just taking in the sight as it passes me by.
Actually it is not the first time I've seen that field populated with kite flyers...
A few months back, what used to be just a small plot of forested area was cleared and a road paved through it. I remember wondering what the point of it was because no bus serviced that area (which was a private housing estate) and it looked ridiculous. I cycled along that road before and all I could think of was the hot blazing sun- you see, when the trees were removed, they didn't plant any new ones along the road so there wasn't any shelter from the rays of mr unforgiving sun.
I thought to myself, with slight regret that the changes to the landscape might not merely be the sudden lack of trees but maybe the introduction of a new housing estate with new neighbours moving in, changing the familiar area in which I grew up in. So far, my fears have yet to be realised and something good actually became of it!
It was gradual... the news of a new kite flying location spreaded slowly. I remember those bus journeys where I would spy one lone kite or a couple dancing in the sky. Every week, they were joined by a couple more. Bicycles were the mode of transport and they were often by the roadside. As the news spread, the piece of land gained fame as the "in" kite flying destination. It progressed till cars were lining that road and the skies were literally littered with kites. Word of mouth... the best medium of information transfer!
It seemed to me that people saw the opportunity in that cleared land and used it to their advantage, turning it into a place of leisure and carefree fun. It certainly taught me how not to underestimate the actions of people. One lone voice might eventually lead to the formation of a whole choir!
Looking at the kites flying in the sky, I wish I was a part of them, feeling and being at the top of the world with only a piece of thread to remind me of the reality.
Wind beneath my wings.
2 days ago on my bus journey back, I passed by this large open field just one stop away from my place. A wonderful sight greeted me. The sky was FULL OF KITES! Children and adults alike were having fun reeling their spools of thread, coaxing the kites to a great height. It made me so happy just taking in the sight as it passes me by.
Actually it is not the first time I've seen that field populated with kite flyers...
A few months back, what used to be just a small plot of forested area was cleared and a road paved through it. I remember wondering what the point of it was because no bus serviced that area (which was a private housing estate) and it looked ridiculous. I cycled along that road before and all I could think of was the hot blazing sun- you see, when the trees were removed, they didn't plant any new ones along the road so there wasn't any shelter from the rays of mr unforgiving sun.
I thought to myself, with slight regret that the changes to the landscape might not merely be the sudden lack of trees but maybe the introduction of a new housing estate with new neighbours moving in, changing the familiar area in which I grew up in. So far, my fears have yet to be realised and something good actually became of it!
It was gradual... the news of a new kite flying location spreaded slowly. I remember those bus journeys where I would spy one lone kite or a couple dancing in the sky. Every week, they were joined by a couple more. Bicycles were the mode of transport and they were often by the roadside. As the news spread, the piece of land gained fame as the "in" kite flying destination. It progressed till cars were lining that road and the skies were literally littered with kites. Word of mouth... the best medium of information transfer!
It seemed to me that people saw the opportunity in that cleared land and used it to their advantage, turning it into a place of leisure and carefree fun. It certainly taught me how not to underestimate the actions of people. One lone voice might eventually lead to the formation of a whole choir!
Looking at the kites flying in the sky, I wish I was a part of them, feeling and being at the top of the world with only a piece of thread to remind me of the reality.
Wind beneath my wings.
