My Blue Skies

19 May 2013 • 2pm • Southern Cross Station

.. And then there were days like these that utterly blew your mind.

Express to June.

14 May 2013 • Box Hill Train Station • 6.34pm

Akanisi, my colleague from the opposite cubicle in office turned to me sharply, eyes widened she whispered harshly : "Jun! it's June soon! Can you believe it?"

I too, infected by her disbelief, took a moment to think. Wow. Here I am, middle of May.. Where did all that time go?

So I guess much has changed since I last sat down in the public sphere alone with my thoughts. For starters, I had this whole phase of weighing the opportunity cost between $70 and 30 minutes/day of my life more to spend on public transport. If you think about it, it's quite a sizable chunk off my meager salary.

To put it into context, it's between 1 FULL BODY MASSAGE + $10 to spare for foot spa per month

versus

Leaving the house at 8.30am instead of 8am + reaching home around 7pm as compare to 7.30pm.

As you can see, the decision was tough to make. In the first 2 months, I have take various routes to save myself $3 per day.

Route 1:
10-15 minutes walk to Collins/Spencer.
1 hour on 109 tram to Box Hill

Route 2: *preferred
7 minutes walk to Flagstaff Station
10 minutes - take any train to North Melbourne
45 minutes on 109 tram to Box Hill

Route 3:
7 minutes walk to Flagstaff Station
35 minutes Lilydale/Belgrave train to Mont Albert
10 minutes walk to Whitehorse Rd
8 minutes 109 or 00 Kew depot tram to Box Hill

All that effort to save $70/month. Well, anything is better that the nauseating bus ride to and fro Box Hill from Clayton. THAT, was bad. It was sweet that he offered to "buy me time", by paying my zone 1 + 2, 28 days pass.

He's sweet like that.

I guess your worldview do change as you're growing older and figuring out your own mean of subsistence. It's hard to part with $70 now. Given 5 years ago, I wouldn't have think twice about this agonising matter that I debated for 4 months.

Mother's Day was last Sunday. Spoke quite a bit with mom.. I was quite shock when she suggested that I should go on a work and travel thing while I'm young. Come to think of it, I have been consistently shocked by my mom's suggestions about what I should do "while I'm still young".

"Go travel the world. I could turn back time, I would be a air hostess, tour guide or something else I'd do to travel the world", she said. "God only knows where I'd be now!".

"If only my grams have told her when she was younger, my life would be completely different from now", she said with regret.

I have been thinking for a while now. Where was the invincible 15 year old whom I once knew? Her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she declared with such conviction that she will be a successful lawyer helping those who needed a hand to maneuver in those ironically unscrupulous legal battlefields.

She is gone now and all that's left are these dimly marbled eyes, dragging her willowed husk to and fro from the seemingly busy but empty life in a foreign land; signifying a broken promise of the cotton candy skies.


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