The Journey Within

On this date 06/06/06, I received 2 offers, both of which could potentialy change my life. First is a career in the insurance industry. Second is a career in the modelling industry (yes, the more popular definition of modelling, nothing to do with computer/financial modelling).

I’ll start with the latter since that is so much more interesting. A girl approached me on the street and told me they were looking for fresh faces for the modelling agency, and would like to take down my number. I looked at her, perplexed, and asked… “me?” and she said… “yah of course. if not why did I approach you in the first place?!!” “oh..” and the curiosity in me gave her my number. Writing about this now, it does sound like a very effective way to get a person’s phone number! Imagine walking up to a girl and telling her she’s got what it takes to become a model. First, you’ve buttered her up with a flattering statement, and then you’ve come up with a perfectly legitimate story of getting her phone number. Amazing… I wonder if that was what she’s doing to me… nah, i think i’m still in dream world.

And speaking of dreams, I was battling with myself whether to rejoin the rat race again. And the answer came from a seemingly unusual source. I was in a bus, sleeping. Must be some long journey. And when I woke up, I realised that the bus had just had its pee break. And was pulling away from the service station. I was desperate for a pee and didn’t want to stop the bus as it has already continued on its journey. Then I realised I have a choice. I can just get off the bus and not continue on the journey. I’m sure other buses will come along. And with that, I jumped out of bed, and raced to the toilet. Aaah… bliss….

I didn’t remember much else about the dream. But I remembered this. There are certain buses in life that come along now and again. You have bought the ticket for the bus. You have already made your choice. If during the journey you just “had to pee”, you can always get off the bus. I wonder if this what is meant by Lucid Dreaming.

So I hope my choice will serve me well. I’ve chosen to become a model. NO no.. that’s not right. I’ve chosen to step into the insurance industry again. I think I know I’ve chosen it. But it took me a day for both the mind and the body to be at peace with it. Maybe more will present itself in the future. Right now, I think I’ll go have some lunch. Might just watch the Omen since so much has come on this day!

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