Battle of The Colours

Beautiful dawn I saw this morning. This is not my photograph, but mine was first time I saw. Clara said, she saw it once already.

More photographs of Woodlands Taxi Accidents During Chinese New Year Eve

I am seeing things that I have never experienced before. I am blogging about Singapore Taxi, something which I had said I wanted to post, and I did. The day I posted, I went out of the house, I saw the most incredible sight again.

That day, Richard and I went to buy food at Woodlands Pasar Malam. On the way, we cycled, I saw the first taxi in front of my view was 'Red' -- Trans Taxi or something like that. Next, I see 'yellow', 'light green', and when I came to the main junction, TWO SILVERCAB, two driving side by side and heading straight in front of me. One more if I remember clearly, followed behind. Next, I see more taxi, no more lousy old COMFORT taxi 'UNDER THE SEA'. It is a sight pleasing, but who will want to believe me? Till today, I have not seen 'Under The Sea' taxi in my neighbourhood, Woodlands. I am seeing more Prestige Taxi, morning there are Silvercab too, beautiful green light on their top, 'Taxi' green light. Silvercab is serving more in the neighbourhood!

However, Accidents I heard, accidents I saw, accidents I nearly had, and Fear I have. Fear of the future, fear of what I experienced.

What I experienced, I am confused. I do not know if I am doing the right thing. I am scared. I have fear just in case I make the wrong move.

I have no dreams for days, even since new life I 'achieved'. But new experiences I had and new things I experienced, 'supernatural', real ones -- Sigh, I do not know how to put it, whether to put it down. But time is critical.

I blogged about Singtel, my home telephone with mysterious phone ring and how much I want to write about what I feel, I sensed and I seem to comprehend. The mass offering which I had made, for my mother, the name of the dead person, my uncle, someone I never seen before, but someone I had visited when I was young, at the grave, at St Joseph Church, the graveyard behind St Joseph Church -- a special place, where I feel special, even until now, when I think back, I can feel myself walking back on the land, the perhaps -- 'Holy and sacred' land, if I had used the right word this time.

I have no camera, but I have photographic memory. I remember colours, for that is how children learn. Colours are taught in Maths, Colours are taught in Science. Colours are taught in English and any language. It is the easiest way to remember things by colour.

I remember his grave, my uncle's grave. I respect him, though I did not see him before. I can hear and I had heard stories my parents told me about his death. Let me rest, let me cool down. I need to calm myself down, to accept everything. How can I assured and believe this to be true. I cannot even convince people around me!

Vengeance or Destiny?