Today I wake up so early about 5 AM. Couldn't sleep well. I have a lot of things to do today. To go to Jurong Point, IMM, 52 street wet market, Vivo city, Golden mile and so on. I plan to go to 52 st market first. Wet markets are opened earlier than super market. When I have finished shower, Ju Ju is still in the bed. I decided to go alone. I waited for 10mins for the bus at bus-stop.
When the bus came, it was crowded, but fortunately I got a seat to sit. One of the lady, with lining with gray hair was standing in front of me. I felt, I wanted to give up my seat for her. At the same time, I didn't want her to feel that she is too old to give up the seat for her. Finally, I decided to continue to sit. When I looked around, most of the ladies are old, they all are so call senior citizen. One of the lady wear colourful T-shirt, one was SMS-ing, one Malay lady with sarong was sleeping. By seeing them, I feel a bit bore and sad. I miss my life in office, a capable woman with fresh mind. I feel myself, they are old, I am still young and I am still active, I have still youthful face. I even try to fast my action in front of them to show I am still young, different with them. A bit funny, ha ha! like Mr. Bean. Really, I am very bad.
After I went around and around 52 street market, I couldn't find a thing what I wanted to buy and decided to go back home. Weather is very hot like Yangon near Thin Gyan time and I was wet with sweat. Singapore humidity is very high, easy to sweat when we move. My hair was stick with sweat. Before going to the bus stop, I passed by one of clothes retail shop. I saw a big mirror in front of the shop. When I passed there, I accidentally saw my image in the mirror and, ... I realized that Ar La Mah! I am no different with those old ladies whom I saw in the bus. This may be my first feeling on depression of old age upon early retirement.
(I posted this by iPhone in the bus. Thanks.)
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