1725 HRS APRIL 7TH 2007

I believe in miracles,

but not the sort

that is scientifically impossible

to prove.

When I am out at sea,

my boat anchored off

a deserted island,

I hear the little ripples

of wavelets

made from the wake

of a passing boat

gently lap against

the hull of my boat,

I smile.

I am at peace

once more.

The sea always

have this effect on me.

I am thankful

for the sea.

I had lunch

at the SBS bus drivers canteen.

I've always loved

the traditional way of

cooking pork trotters

using vinegar.

These days

they only have

the bak kut teh style

and not the traditional

vinegar recipe.

I observed,

4 bus drivers opposite me.

I've always admired

bus drivers.

My dad

was a bus driver

all his life.

They have so little

materially,

but they probably

laughed more

in that 10 minutes,

than I did,

in the last 10 days.

Little observations

like that

thrill my imagination.

It is this childlike curiosity

that we lost mostly,

the enthusiasm in life,

and the ability

to be thrilled

by little and simple things,

and be happy.

I love meeting old friends,

and catching up

with lost time.

Sometimes it saddens me

how a friend

can fall on hard times

as I could only listen

and offer a helping hand.

Sometimes it thrills me

how a friend

can do so well

as I could only listen

and be happy for them.

It is not ours to judge

a friend.

In these,

I meant,

by miracles.

The small things

in life

that makes me happy