Dear friends
If I tell you I believe in destiny, would you think that I am beyond remedy? >///<
T and A are the two hardcore hikers and runners of our hiking group. The hikes that they organize are state-of-art and dangerous. I always have so much fun exploring the untouched parts of Hong Kong with them. It is impossible to forget our first climb of suicide hill and then the breathtaking scenery and heart-stopping cliffs of Dog Tooth, Lantau. Indeed hiking with them is always exhilarating.
However, I always feel obliged to contribute back to the group, not only through preparing food, but also through organizing a fun dangerous hike. Therefore, about a week ago, after receiving an email about a hardcore bush-whacking hike Version 3.9/4 on 8 Feb, 2014 from another meetup group that I joined recently, I was more than excited. There, I thought, 'Finally, I can find a route that T and A have never been to and I am going to surprise them!' However, I was not allowed to join the hike because the quota was up. I was a bit upset because I saw the organizer keep adding new people into the hike while I was rejected. And then I found that actually, it was a celebration of the organizer's 500 hikes. As I do not know the organizer, perhaps, that was the reason I was rejected. Anyhow, I could not get rid of the negative feeling.
But then, some days ago, T and A reminded me to pick up the SC Marathon runner's pack today. Then I realized that I actually had no time for the meetup! And this afternoon, while I was picking up my friend M and my runner's packs amidst the thousands of running enthusiasts, I felt something tingling in my heart. The little voice inside me wondered what would have happened if I was admitted to that meetup? Who was going to pick up the packs for M and I? And it was drizzling today. If I went for the meetup, would I be able to run the 16km in Saikung tomorrow? I felt so relieved and was so strongly moved by God's plan for me. When He takes something away , He always gives me back something better. Just like the other time, He took me away from PC and shed light on my career at TL. Now I am happier than ever. So, I am sure that, He took away J for a great reason. And He has someone better, in His plan for me.
I just need to breathe, let go, trust, and breathe in the moment again.
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And on 16 Feb, 2014, I am going to breathe, focus, trust, run and breathe again.
A side-note:
After picking up the runner's packs, I went to Central Library to read and mark some compositions. There is this sacred corner on the 10/F called Special Reading Corner. One has to borrow books or bring your own computer in order to be allowed to work/sit/study there. So, after spotting a nice window seat, I went to the shelf and grabbed this random book.
I remember when I was 3-7 years old, my parents were hawkers selling flowers on South Lane. South Lane was a street of wet market where you could find anything if not everything. One never failed to find anything that they wanted. If you wanted tyres, go to Chi Shing garage! If you wanted to get a spare key, go to Cheung Kee! If you wanted Chao Chow fishballs or any pickled products, go to 'Ah Sim'! And interestingly, I studied at that St. Louis' Kindergarten at the end of the street.
I still remember those days. Those free days when I was allowed and loved running along the streets, around the stalls and building my own little haven with planks and vegetable baskets from the stalls of the old aunties and uncles who were selling vegetables or fruits nearby. And I remember the rainbow-colored beach umbrellas they had and the stainless steel planks which helped to level between the curb where my dad's stall located and the main road. It was there, I spent my childhood...
I had to look hard before deciding that this little boy was not me when I was 4. I remember the days when my father would put the flower baskets for some shop's grand-opening on this kind of trolley and I helped holding the overly decorated rattan tripod which made the flowers look grander. My little happy feet would run excitedly so as to keep up with him because he was bringing me to somewhere new. Somewhere outside South Lane. Somewhere I had never been to because my parents never had a day off to show me the world beyond South Lane at that time. And I knew that, my dear old dad would let me sit on the trolley, just like this little boy, and pushed me home if, I told him that I was tired.
And sometimes, he would give me this little treat, a glass of icy coconut milk as reward because I had been a good and helpful girl. And, the most interesting part was that I would yell "Boiled Water!" so that pedestrians would clear out a passage for us. I really felt like I was Moses, dividing the 'People Mountain People Sea' into two. Occasionally, when my brother or sister came along, my dad would sit us in those apple/ orange cartons on the trolley and we would feel like we were really driving in a cart and made those funny sound from Ferrari's gas exhausts...
Those were the days.
Those were the days when I was the happiest person on Earth.
Time and tide wait for no man. And now, we are all grown up and my dad retired. But memory of the old Hong Kong is as vivid and vibrant as they were long long time ago. I must admit that even though I hate living here, here is my home. Here is where my heart is.
Love
Happy Feet/ Dumpling
