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Monday, March 12, 2007, 10:05 pm
The sidewindow, backseats and nostalgic memory.

During home from office at 9:21 pm, with Britrock (Coldplay, Muse, Oasis and Blur only, just wanna generalise them) playing in the car audio. The MRR2 feels awfully lonely, like as if I am playing some Console Driving Sim where everything moves, but they are just plain AI (must be me overindulged in game).

The MRR2 is long. Cruising at average speed of 100kmph, and for no apparent reason, maybe I am bored, I move and turn my head around. And a nostalgic feeling strikes me. The side window, thee orange light, the peaceful ambiance, the moving picture. It feels so fun looking at it again. (Don't try this. Driving at 100kmph and looking sidewards is NOT safe).

I miss that kind of feeling of looking calmly at the window, the scenery scrolling sidewards. Ever since I know how to drive (and that is like... 8 years ago), I took the leading role, heading directly towards the destination.

Many of us are like so, if we have a set target, we will move towards it, looking at the front so hard that sometimes we miss those wonderful moment passing us, without us noticing, until too late. Yes, achieving our goal is important, but the process of getting there is just equally important.

Looking back, I wish I had pay more attention to different details. Sometimes, the smallest flower by the roadside can be as wonderful as the mega structures. Time to enjoy my ride.

I slow down my driving speed, scroll down the window and taste the night, cold breeze brushing my face, enjoying more britrocks and cruise my way home.



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