Bryan Wong

 

Time to bid farewell to yet another year

Time flew..

Time to wrap up feelings of resentment,frustration and sadness.

Time to reflect..

to see if we have lived up to our goals..

Fret not if your lists of success of to do seems little

Rejoice in what you have managed to achieve, however little.

Most importantly, forgive yourself for all the wrongs that you have done this year, if none forgives you..

A new year awaits earnestly,

for us to once again make resolutions and goals..

Though it may not emerge as a success ( Based on our own track records)

we should still make the resolutions as we need to set a road for us..

It may not be a road less travelled,

but,

it is our own….

Have a fantabulous 2009 my dear friends,

may we all complete each other……………………….

Walk with me,

Bryan

Very misleading topic, at first glance or thought, however,it seemed more and more apt as i dwelled on this topic. Been back home for the fifth day already and yet, haven’t got back into the flow of things.At one hand, very much want to get back into a sort of a pattern of life and yet on the other hand, seemed to lack the ..drive..the energy to pump myself up..At this point, felt a little bit sad about not going for some more assignments overseas(believe me it is definitely an acquired taste)And worst of it all, i am having trouble with SLEEPING.UGGGH! hated that ! especially when i toss and turn on my bed with eyes wide open at eleven in the evening..staring at the clock and the telvision at intervals, watching yet another movie unfolds and the hour hand ticking steadily towards dawn. The clock struck twelve..One..Two..Three and i am right there witnessing my lifeticking away.Each passing moments mocked my attempts to sleep and me agonizing over the imminent seven morning wake up call to begin my day of filming.Did i mention that i have been working every single day when i got back? well, this is going to last till next tuesday before i have a short break.

So i think what i meant with the topic of the day would be:

I WANT MY OLD LIFE BACK

I WANT TO BE ABLE TO SLEEP

I WANT TO BE PART OF THE HUMAN RACE ONCE MORE

I WANT TO GO BACK TO THE GYM

I WANT TO …..EH…YES! I WANT TO WIN FOUR D!

Ha..that’s about it..that’s what i want me back for.

And by the way, i think i owe some of you guys a meal for the q&a thingy and i think its time to get it done.Will set up a date asap and  lets meet up soon..

Cheers…

 

This is actually my second attempt in posting  ..the first one, eleven days ago, flopped miserably, must be the wifi at the hotel being not very happening..I should start off by thanking all your kind wishes and congratutory notes about my nomination for the ATV awards.Frankly, i was rather taken aback with the news as, well, it seems that this year i have been keeping a very low profile and wasn’t expecting anything as wonderful as this to happen and thus…lets say i have gotten an early christmas present.

This would be my third visit to Italy..the first for this programme.Am now at the last leg of filming this travelogue.It all started in march..and now, its december and we are left with one last destination.though i have to admit jet setting around has been a great deal of fun,exploring foreign lands and learning something new in each and every trip, somehow, i do miss home..in fact, felt like i am a tourist when i am back in Sgp for those few rare days and living out of a suitcase…has its pros and cons.Tonight is my last night in Milan..and last night it snowed.I stayed awake till about 3 am just to watch the powdery snow descending from the night..it was magical.In fact, as i watched the snow cascading down, it seemed to reflect many moments from this year, from every trip that i have taken..i am truly lucky to have been able to do this programme.

i am going to miss the production team so very much.Over the couple of months we saw each other thru thick and thin,massaging each other’s back when the backpacks got too heavy,watching each other’s back when the crowd is too many…. Feelings deepens when initial concerns for one another now developed into full fledged family ties.Though this family of the year may seemed, at this point,very much alive and strong, but could it last even when there are no more trips tgether to strengthen the ties?Perhaps it might..one could only wish…

Before i leave for every trip, my dearest mummy and sis would give me a deep hug and pressing a red packet into my hands..every single one of them i keep, for it is always scribbled with words of love and handwritten by them..whenever my heart aches for home, having this packets in my hands and reading the words on them over and over again made their presense felt and filled the void in my heart. This time round, as i have yet to recover from my India cough, my mum quietly slipped a bottle of cough syrup into my luggage..Her ownway of preventing leakage means having lots of scotch tapes over it..so much so that it felt like unwrapping meters of sari from the bottle.My eyes grew wet as i tried to unwrap it..not because it is too tightly wrapped,but because as i tore of layers and layers of tape, my mum’s profound love for me unfolds with each tug of my fingers..

Unbecoming as the tightly wrapped syrup looked,it tasted sweet on my tongue ..and in my heart..