I've been runnin high on taxi luck recently.

I guess I've always enjoyed taking cabs alone, the serenity in the enclosed space, the luxury of the comfort it provides. But recently, I'm beginning to think that there's more to it than that.

I realised that I truly enjoy toking to the cab drivers, and I can really talk to them. There was never a time of silence. It's always filled with companionable chatter and merry laughter.

I could get used to that.

I wonder if that's what it feels like to have a chauffeur.

Today's cabby uncle is 63 yrs old, married, with a wife and two daughters. His head is framed with sparse grey hair and he has a face that is extremely endearing.

We talked about so many things I was surprised: food, driving, work, his family, my family, his passengers, his outlook of life etc.

He shared with me that whenever it comes to coffee breaks, he is always alone, while others cluster in groups.

I asked him why.

"Why force urself to be with pple u cannot click with? They cldn't understand me, and I couldn't understand them. Different point in life. No point lah, I'd rather be alone and enjoy my kopi."

I looked at the cabby uncle while his words sank in.

Damn insightful.

I looked back at my 19 yrs of life and for the duno how many times, I realised yet again, how directionless I am.

For the duno how many times, I realised how I've always just "gone-with-the-flow".

I wasn't even certain which stage in life I'm at, or which are the stages that I've passed.

He asked me what I am doing now. And I told him that I'm currently enjoying the yr off that I took for myself.

Then he asked me what I wanted to do after this "break".

Without thinking, I replied, "study"

Then here comes the all time favourite qn

"Study what?"

!

"Business"

It is always business. I dun even noe why the heck I'm gonna study business next yr.
Honestly, I am not very attracted to the idea of back stabbing pple and breaking up families, sending them to the gallows of bankcruptcy.

I know business doesn't exactly mean that.

But the corporate world is dark and sad.
Ruthless.
Cold.

I watch my friends here in the bank as they struggle with the workload and the meagre rewards, and I'm seriously turned off.

I hate it that superiors are always making away with their subordinates' merits.
I hate it that the competent are always the ones doing the most work.
I hate it that there is no real avenue for grievances to be voiced.

"It's nothing personal, it's business"

Right......

Sometimes, I just wanna remain where I am, right at this stationary point, where nothing matters.

Speaking of "this point", It's friday already.
It's "D-Day"

If u know what I mean. And yup, my prediction is comin true

As always.

One week, tis all.