My Childhood Days

I was thinking of this a few days back, like how I used to spend my childhood days back when I was young. I guess it's good to write it, and relive it through a story.

My Childhood Days

I used to remember back then, when I was still in primary school here. How I spent my day. A weekday would be spent majorly on homework. When I returned home, I would first have my lunch, watched TV, then start on my work. I remember those days when I would quickly pretend to study when my mum arrived home from work. Like I would seriously rush from wherever I was to my study bench to study.

The weekend is an awesome one. Since we did not have a holiday on Saturdays here, Saturdays used to be my most favourite day of the week. And since school ended early, if I'm not wrong it was 11/12 o clock. Unless there's CCA, and thankfully my CCA was not mostly on Saturdays. So when I reached home, the first thing I would do was to wash my shoe.

I would go to the toilet and brush my shoe with a little soap and water, and then put them under the sun to dry it for the whole day. If there was rain I'll extend it to Sundays. After that I would be the happiest kid in the world. I would play, just play, anything with my cousins. And if my other cousins would come, we would be having the best times of our lives.

My most favourite section of my Saturdays would be the evening. I remember back those days, where we would go to "depan". Basically it refers to the entrance of my dad's factory. There is a slope there, where we used to cycle on top and cycle down. Played catching there, or more.

And if time, and our parents permit, we would go to "jajan". It means to buy little snacks at this shop near our house, but to get there, we would have to go to this path where it was sort of "adventerous". We would call it a little adventure of ours. Back then it was really really cool to go there. We used to call it a little adventure we had.

I sort of regretted, or if not, I should say thanks to the lack of technology, I did not take those pictures, I think it will be a really good memory if we were to take pictures while we're doing this. And I really really miss the sunsets I used to see when we went to "depan" during those Saturdays.

In the evening, I would sleep late. And I love it. Cause when we were young, I think sleeping late was a cool thing. It sorts of replace the "sleep early rule" we always have during the weekdays. And the night would be even be more awesome when my cousins stayed over. Sometimes they would sleep at my house, if not, my grandma or aunt's house.

Then on Sundays, it will be slackish day for me, and quite a hectic one at night. I would wake up in the morning to watch my favourite cartoon. Be it Digimon, Doraemon or others. I would defy my mum for not bathing early, I remember how she used to scold me if I didn't bathe before 10. And if not, Sundays would be spent on my religious class. Which spreads from 10 to about 12 I think.

After that, in the afternoon, I would go shopping with my mum. It's a weekly shopping thing, so I was really happy to go shopping. Sometimes I would beg my mum to buy me some things, like toys. I love robots and stuff, so I would bug her just to get one. And of course she would gladly refuse to buy it for me.

And at night, I would call it a hectic one. Why? Cause I will be busy doing my homework for Monday. After two days of lovely lazying around and playing around, that's when the hardwork begins. Thankfully I usually have the time to finish it. Oh, not forgetting the tests as well, sometimes I would spend the night studying for it.

Those were my childhood days.

I really miss them now, really really miss them now. Sometimes I would ponder about those days, and compare them with today. Of course, the difference is relativly huge. I mean really huge. Those days was so much better. Happier. More relaxed. Sometimes I hate the fact that we all have to grow up. And then leave these days behind.

But then life has to move on. Now we go on our own separate ways, We have our own things to do, and life moves on. Even though those days may be left behind, I will also leave them inside my heart, inside this tiny little memory of mine, and shall carry it this I heave my last breath.

And till today, I still long to return to my childhood days.

Simple

Today, I went to my dad's garden. Well basically he bought a plot of land here, near the mountain, and decided to turn it into a garden where different sorts of plantations were planted. And of course, the crops will be sold. Seems really exciting for me, it's like a new kind of business, apart from the factory and the hospital.

And one which I would really love.

Why? Why would someone young like me like gardening? Where most of the youths about my age would be so eew-y about the mud, soil and others. Well I love the fact that firstly, I'm close to nature, secondly, I'm working in a refreshing environment, and thirdly, I feel that I have more freedom.

More freedom, in a sense that I'm working in an environment where life is like limitless. In nature, under the sky, with the breeze of the wind against your face. Where the temperature is cold and refreshing, when life winds down as if time has stopped. As if you have been transported to another realm in your life. It's just wonderful.

Where life seems like a dream. Where you're not limited to the walls of your office.

Oh well, I hope the prospect of having this business would make my dad sort of... "More interested" in this kind of business. I mean seriously, I don't mind working there at all. Be it me being a farmer, me being a supervisor, anything. I really love this kind of job!

In fact I wish that in this vacation, I can work in the field for a day and try the life of a farmer. I think it will be really fun don't you think so?

Okay I think I have digressed quite a lot from what I wanna say.

Ultimately, I want to lead a simple life.

A life where it doesn't revolve around people that simply gives me stress (like some people here, who gives us headache). A life where I would always smile, and enjoy the things I do. A life where I live a life that is mine. I repeat, mine.

Sometimes I just wonder whether I will live such a life. Even though deep in my heart I always wish I will. So here goes a line I thought of today.

Time is the ultimate answer to almost all of life's questions. Because only time would tell.

Well, I've always speak of things like this. And as I've always said, I only wish that this will come true. And when one believes, one will make it. Hmm?

My Little Escape - Episode 3

The morning was cold. I could hear the wind howling against my window. Little drops of rain, rippled through the air, making silent sounds that woke me up in that cold morning in Moscow, Russia. And I told myself, I have to wake up.

I was surprised when my teacher in France sent me an email, three weeks ago, offering me to play in a recital in one of Russia's prestigious music school. She told me it was a friendly recital, musicians all over the world were invited to play. One of them was my favourite pianist - Lang Lang.

To end my journey, I decided to go on the wild and adventerous side of traveling.

I'm taking, the Siberian Expressway to Beijing.

My parents were shocked to hear me making that decision. So did I. I did not imagine myself taking this form of travelling back, but I told myself, it's worth a shot and I'm sure it will be one hell experience of a lifetime. So there I go, a 12 days long journey to Beijing. On a train.

So I quickly took a bath on that morning, and quickly took a taxi to the Moscow train station. My bags were packed nicely the night before, I knew I won't have time packing them all again this morning. I checked in at the station, and waited for the train to come, and leave for the long and adventerous journey to Beijing.

Waiting for the train to arrive made me remember those days when I was travelling in Norway, in 2009. I was waiting for a train from Oslo to Bergen. That was my first ever train ride, a long train ride of my life. After staring at the blank space for a while, a conductor tapped my shoulder and said "Aren't you going up sir?"

This time round, I decided to travel in style. I booked the first class cabin. The seat was comfortable, I had my own room, and a window all to myself. I've prepared lots of things for the journey. One of the most quintessential, is my iPod, Music never fails to accompany me during long journeys. It's like a good friend of mine.

And so there we go, the journey to Beijing. The train started moving as it picked up its speed. View started changing. From the city-scape of Moscow to the grassy fields. Beautiful lakes, mountaineous region and little cows that herd around a green field.

A few days had passed, and I woke up in the morning. The sunshine shone through my window as it gave warmth to my face. And alas, I realised, we were in Central Asia. I quickly took my iPod, and listened to Borodin's In The Steppes of Central Asia. The song, perfectly painted the scene, when I first heard it in 2010. And to think that I am here, right now, in Central Asia, I just simply smiled, and move my hands as I "conduct" the song.

That was all to my long journey to Beijing. It was fun, lovely and wonderful. Nothing could ever replace a memory like this. Nothing could exchange and experience like so. It was an amazing experience. One, that I would never forget.

PS: Again, this story is fictional. Nothing is true (except for the part about my Norway travel, and me listening to Borodin In the Steppes of Central Asia). The informations are not true but again, who knows it will come true for me? :)

Remember

Remember those days when you were young?

When you think you are the best

And you try to stand out from the rest

When you think you can be everything

From being a policeman, to being a superman

And when you smiled and jumped with joy

As your parents bought you a new toy

And you brought it to school to show it

To your friends who can't stop their envy

And you felt you were Earth's luckiest kid

And when you didn't get what you wanted

You screamed and shouted in agony

You felt miserable, you felt cheated

You cried and shed tears that could never stop flowing

And all your parents did was nothing, but ignore you

And now that I have grown up and matured

Whenever I see children behaving in such ways

I do nothing but to frown at their behaviour

And I think, wasn't I like them during my younger days?

And so I smiled, as I watched the fiasco going

Life is a play, it is funny

It is nothing but an irony

As I stared at the boy, whom acted immaturely

And asked myself that question

Don't you remember those days, when you were young?

Happy 50th post

Dear my blog, La Storia

Thank you for spending these beautiful 50th posts, as you heard my stories, my inspirations and my ramblings. I hope you'll enjoy it too :)

Love

Adhi

Independent traveller

Alright I'm currently in National Library now. Since I'm doing anything here, I've decided to post a story. This time round - being a traveler.

Whenever I am in Changi, be it me going back, sending someone off, or fetching someone from there, I always look at the departure board. I looked at it, and tell myself. I wish I'm taking that plane to London... (Or other destinations).

I may sound foolish, dreaming of just taking a flight to another country. And what's more foolish is that I'm talking to myself over a departure board. Well as foolish as I might have sounded. I really feel it's not really a foolish dream at all. I'm just wishing and hoping that I will one day travel round the world. And perhaps one day, catching that flight to London.

So my ultimate dream is to be a traveler.

An independent traveler.

This is one of the most impossible dream that could ever happen. Firstly, my definition of an independent traveler is basically someone with the ability to travel anywhere, without the worries of money, time, and lack of freedom. Someone who can travel with that sense of joy and freedom, that feeling where they have all the time in this world.

And of course the travel must be a safe and enjoyable one. I wouldn't want to travel to places where it is so crowded, where I would be hassling myself among a crowd of people. It's just weird isn't it. And I would also want to travel to countries and experience a life of the locals. Most importantly, be bathed in their culture.

Life is nothing but a journey. Sometimes I just feel that it is really a waster to throw an opportunity of traveling, if you have the chance to. Seeing the world with your own eyes is like one of life's greatest gift. The ability to savour freedom, to taste joy, and to be liberated from the chains of life.

When I was in Sweden, or maybe Norway, with my sister last year. I remembered it was one of the best times of my life that I've ever been. It was a moment in that year where I did not feel worried, I did not feel stressed, I did not even think of life. All I did was to enjoy. Alas, I've regretted for not doing many things in which I could do then.

So that's a reason why I've always enjoyed watching travel shows. I might not be the real person to experience the joy of the travel, but at least I've got the chance to feel what it is to be there, in the country. I always feel fascinated by those shows. Like as if I was there experiencing it. But of course not.

Life is always a dream. Everything is. Sometimes those dreams come true, while sometimes it just don't. But well nothing is wrong to continue dreaming. No mater how foolish a dream is, it is still a dream. And remember to always dream a thousand dreams.

If I were to see a shooting star now, I would wish nothing but a wish for me to be able to explore the world. To travel around the world before time runs out.

I just really feel that it's such a waste, not to be able to see the world with one own's eyes, when one has the opportunity to do so.