The little things

In my job, I can get to see really wonderful scenes of nature unfolding as I walk along the streets. The world is my office and the flowers, the trees and the living things are my colleagues. Recently, I've been taking out my mp3 player in my bag and started listening to it while walking alone to work. Being alone and being lonely are really two different things. You can be alone but never feel lonely, or you can be surrounded by people yet lonely. I think loneliness is a state of mind.



Anyway, equipped with my multi purpose handphone, I get the urge occasionally to take some really breath taking sunsets. This particular one takes place while I was walking along to another workplace around evening time. You can always tell that you'll have a beautiful sunset by looking at the orangey glow (if it happens) around that time. If the cloud cover and the angle that that the last rays of the sun is just right, the whole sky will be flooded by an orange glow which is perfect for taking pictures. Here's a few that I took quite a while ago:

The cloud looks like the temple of ancient Greeks, with the three pillars supporting the roof. Hey, looks like MBS??

After a few minutes of walking, the great drama of the sky plays out further

Breath-taking isn't it?

The pictures are breath-taking enough even with my sucky handphone camera, so can you imagine the real scene unfolding in front of me? This is really one of the things that I liked about my job. My gf always say that I'm simple minded and is easily amused/contented by little things. I agree. If we strip away the nonsense that surrounds our life, the little things are all that matters isn't it?



Did I tell you about the activity that I will do after a rainy day, especially at night? I learned of this from my very kind hearted gf, who will pick up snails that happen to stray away from their grassy territory into the man-made pavements. There are many people walking on the pavements and occasionally you'll see a crushed snail whose life is snuffed out by a big giant foot. I wonder why nature made snails with shells that are so easily crushed...it doesn't serve them any better by sailing along so slowly either. Imagine you are walking along the streets, ambling gently perhaps window shopping, then a huge feet just came from nowhere and crushes you to death. Quick death no doubt, but such a wanton waste of life.... As such, I will do my part to pick up snails that happen to be in the pavements. Pluck them out of the pavements, and teleport them to their intended direction (I hope) towards a grassy patch. They will be all frightened and retreat into their backpacked home but at least they will be safe.



What's the purpose of this blog post? Nothing, haha :) In a rare rojak of events that happened, I am not working on a Sunday so I can afford some luxury thinking about the little things that happened in my life. If you see someone picking up snails after a rainy day at night, it could well be me.