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If Today Was Your Last Day

So.
Singapore. Hazy Singapore. Thanks to Indonesia. Wheee!!! Lol.
(What? I'm Indonesian. But I can't say I'm too proud to be one these days. Hahah.)
Makes me realize how we often take clean air for granted.
Just because it's there for us to inhale freely and unlimited, we forgot how it's impossible to stay alive without it.
For those who were lucky enough to never experience this, here's a brief summary of what's actually happened.

Monday, 17 June. Lunchtime. Mentioning how it looks cloudy but it's still kinda hot somehow. Colleagues mentioned it's actually some kind of haze. (Haze? Okay....)

Tuesday, 18 June. Lunchtime. Noticing that the haze mentioned yesterday was still there. (Haze? Still there..?)

Wednesday, 19 June. Morning time. Was my glasses dirty or something with my eyes? Why all blur? Hair starts to smell like Korean BBQ. lol. People starts going out with surgical masks on. Looks kinda creepy like in some kind of virus outbreak movie.. Start checking PSI level on NEA website. (Haze?? Why never go??)

Thursday, 20 June. Morning time. It's worsen. Even inside our house, it starts to smell like something burning. Ew. On my way to work, took a pic of the bridge, river, and the blurry surroundings. Successfully posted a before-after photo on the Instagram. (#sghaze ooo yeah lol lol). Hair? Supersmelly. Eyes? Watery. Throat? Sore. McDonald's Ducky Hello Kitty toy come out. Sold out islandwide during lunchtime. So.... I never knew that Hello Kitty could be THAT cute to the point where you would queue for your breakfast and lunch. Nevermind the haze. LOL. (Haze.... Ohh.. Thought this was mountain fog. Like in Genting. Only hotter. LOL)

Friday, 21 June. Morning time. Living room smells AWESOME. lol. Texting colleagues in case it's declared as public holiday (ngarep). Sadly it's not. Taking a cab because 1.Lazy to walk and got all the funky smell on my hair. 2.I'm late. LOL. Found out this equation. Friday + Haze = Critical Holiday Mood. Keep checking PSI level while doing miscellaneous stuff. PSI 400!! Highest in history. We're becoming part of history, peeps! World War H (Haze)? Battle of human against the toxic air ._. (Haze?? Oh.. You mean, Word War H?)

Thanks God that Friday after it reach the highest 400 PSI, it kept coming down till the point of 143 PSI.
I almost cancel the karaoke outing! :P

So yeah.
The karaoke outing was AWESOME. More awesome than the haze, of course lol.
Some song are just can't be sang outside the karaoke room for they are dangerous for the ear of non-singing human. LOL.
Thanks for another great time, peeps :):) Me love ya.

Going home to the news that my rommies whose been having fever since 2 days ago, is actually not having dengue at all.
In fact, she's infected with Hand Mouth Foot Decease (HMFD. If you want to Google it).
Some called it Singapore flu.
Yes. This small little country even have a decease of its own. LOL.
Is it infectious? Yes.
Am I? Well I don't know. Yet.
Is it deadly? It is....
NOT.
(What? You think if it is indeed deadly, then I'll be here writing all this unimportant stuff???? I'd be writing my will instead)

The haze and the HMFD thingy.
Well those PLUS today's devotion with the same title, If Today Was Your Last Day.
Get me thinking. If today was my last day. What would I do?
Would I'd be writing my will?
Not that I've got lots of asset or debts to be taken care of lol.
Or I might write something entirely different.
Maybe I'll write letters to my mom, dad and sister. To The Royals. To my other friends and whomever I feel like writing to.
:P

But this thought definitely reminds me that everyday is God given.
A gift from God.
To be able to wake up. Breathe. Sing. Feel. Dream.
That's why Paul said : I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith (2 Tim 1:7).
It is true.
That we are all in a race.
And everyday when you wake up, means it is not yet to end for you.
That you need to keep running and fight.
For me, that's what makes our life so beautiful. Meaningful. Priceless.
For I know that a purpose was given to each and everyone of us.

Many things that I should be doing in enjoyment, become a mundane task just because I know yesterday I have done the same thing and tomorrow I'll be doing it for countless time.
Many things that I should be grateful of, become a routine, even tiring.

I read somewhere, maybe on one of my daily devotional, how we run our 'race' is perfectly correlated with whom we want to please.
Whom you want to satisfy with your effort by the end of the day?
Parents? Boss? Friends? Rival? Yourself?
God?
Well, if today was my last day, better choose wisely ;)

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