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Home Sweet Home
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Under the bright clarity of the afternoon sun, the bus turned at the junction down the lane towards the streets."I'm back"A wave of nostalgia hit me as I gaze out of the window at the scenes passing by. Primary school students running and playing in their sports tee bearing different colours; the school I grew up in. Next was this large field, presently half taken up by a new high class condominium. Then came the stretch of walls of another condominium lining the remainder perimeter of the street where I used to walk everyday to school. Finally, as the bus drove past the end of street into the slight curve, I saw myself playing and cycling in the void decks of the HDB's with my friends. Innocent days. The bell rang and there was my stop. I looked up into the sky, strolling slowly while embracing the warm environment of where my "home" was. That gleeful feeling as I walk by the corridor to my door, opening it slowly, peeking in, waiting for something to surprise me. And there it was, home.It feels like I was coming home after traveling from some long long trip. Everything looked so fresh, replacing the stale memories in my head with newer ones. That sense of returning home, excitement growing with every step I take, bringing me closer to my doorstep. Have been away from home for 8 days already, the longest discounting overseas trips. It didnt feel any weird staying in school for so long though. Just that, suddenly at the comfort of my own home, I no longer have to be finding where everyone is, and what to do next. I'm not a fan of staying home with a mundane routine, but I've never realized how much this place meant to me.I've learnt a lot, I've seen many people. But at the end of the day, all I want is to be able to sit back and enjoy the moment with my loved ones. I will find that place one day.Home Sweet Home.Labels: memories, thoughts
Darren Nico Pillai
Not-so-average teen, deep thinker, perfectionist with quirky randomness. Trained in the art of sarcasm and nonsensical logic.
Overcoming the circumstances of the present, and the issues of my past,
striving in self-betterment with a moral balance with the hope of the fulfillment of the destiny to be a light for Christ in His likeness,
spreading the love of God as how He first loved us
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Heal my heart and make it clean
Open up my eyes to the things unseen
Show me how to love like You have loved me
Break my heart for what breaks Yours
Everything I am, for Your kingdom's cause
As I walk from earth into eternity
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- Hosanna -
Philosophy:
I like to think about life, especially pursuing on the concept of love. Not that lovey dovey romantic kind, but the affections we have for one another
that ties us together,strangers, friends, besties, family, that's the love I wanna know about. Love is the essence of life that ties us together,
love is what we were made for and to be, love is embracing the gift of the relationship with GOD.
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Collection of inspirations and reminders: Nico_thoughts@Twitter
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Home Sweet Home
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Under the bright clarity of the afternoon sun, the bus turned at the junction down the lane towards the streets."I'm back"A wave of nostalgia hit me as I gaze out of the window at the scenes passing by. Primary school students running and playing in their sports tee bearing different colours; the school I grew up in. Next was this large field, presently half taken up by a new high class condominium. Then came the stretch of walls of another condominium lining the remainder perimeter of the street where I used to walk everyday to school. Finally, as the bus drove past the end of street into the slight curve, I saw myself playing and cycling in the void decks of the HDB's with my friends. Innocent days. The bell rang and there was my stop. I looked up into the sky, strolling slowly while embracing the warm environment of where my "home" was. That gleeful feeling as I walk by the corridor to my door, opening it slowly, peeking in, waiting for something to surprise me. And there it was, home.It feels like I was coming home after traveling from some long long trip. Everything looked so fresh, replacing the stale memories in my head with newer ones. That sense of returning home, excitement growing with every step I take, bringing me closer to my doorstep. Have been away from home for 8 days already, the longest discounting overseas trips. It didnt feel any weird staying in school for so long though. Just that, suddenly at the comfort of my own home, I no longer have to be finding where everyone is, and what to do next. I'm not a fan of staying home with a mundane routine, but I've never realized how much this place meant to me.I've learnt a lot, I've seen many people. But at the end of the day, all I want is to be able to sit back and enjoy the moment with my loved ones. I will find that place one day.Home Sweet Home.Labels: memories, thoughts
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