a fruitful life

Things are looking so good ever since i left that damned job. For one, i have much much more time to do things i'd always wanted to but couldn't find time to do so then. Like learning to drive. I'm enjoying that Japanese song being played on the radio as i type this article now. This is what i'd always wanted. A surreal Sunday night when one could just reflect on his life.

As i type this, i couldn't help but wonder how life was thirty, forty years ago on the very ground my feet stands now. Before flats were erected on this very land. The only information i could gather was that there was a cemetary less than a hundred metres from my place. And also, a temple once stood on where my block of flats now lies. Isn't it so fascinating if one could somehow find out what was it then?

I've always been a nostalgic person. While lots of people would complain that there's nothing historical about my countryland, i definitely would think otherwise. We might not have like what, three thousand years of recorded history. But have anyone ever thought what Singapore was like three thousand years ago? Unfortunately, no one will ever know.

I've always thought that if one were to take a shovel and dig deep into the earth, one would definitely unravel lots and lots of stuff. Isn't it just great if one could do that in his backyard? Mmm....Probably dig up some pebbles placed by lovers then centuries ago?

What happens when one dies? All these thoughts i'm well, "creating" right now, where will it all go?