Once again, sitting alone in the middle of suburban land waiting. Is this a way for God to test me patience? I guess I have been too hush and too rush in my weekday life. Saturday is a perfect time to stop, slow down, and self-reflect on the fast pace schedule.
What does this mean? I cannot stop wondering if I did something bad in my daily routine.
I supposed it could be worse. At least the sky was clear without droplets of rain. The waiting area was brightly lit. My ipod was charged and working. A pen plus a receipt with a blank backside were available for jotting random ideas down.
I took this as an eye-opening experience. I mean, normal people normally would not have spent forty-five minutes of their life sitting in the middle of nowhere in suburb late at night around 10pm, sitting on a concrete pad under an invisible yet-to-be-built bus shelter.
Transportation is important.
2011/07/23
What does this mean? I cannot stop wondering if I did something bad in my daily routine.
I supposed it could be worse. At least the sky was clear without droplets of rain. The waiting area was brightly lit. My ipod was charged and working. A pen plus a receipt with a blank backside were available for jotting random ideas down.
I took this as an eye-opening experience. I mean, normal people normally would not have spent forty-five minutes of their life sitting in the middle of nowhere in suburb late at night around 10pm, sitting on a concrete pad under an invisible yet-to-be-built bus shelter.
Transportation is important.
2011/07/23
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