Do you believe in angels?

Was it fair to me that after running like crazy to catch the bus, the bus driver drove away from me? This was exactly what happened to me yesterday morning. And I was disgruntled with anger because I was a few yards from the bus; and he should have waited for me. What was he thinking?!...Good thing, I calmed down in a few. Then waited for another 20 minutes for the next bus to come, inspite of the evenmore annoying drizzling-rain and frigid wind.

As I was brushing off the not-so-good event at the bus stop and in the office that morning, my bitter-sweet past came haunting at me again in the afternoon; which I thought added more to my already hapless day.

As soon as I got home, I felt all these weighed down on me, so I couldn't help sobbing profusely last night...

But this morning was a different story...

I left early for work today just to make sure that the bus driver wouldn't have any excuse to runaway
from me. At the bus stop, as I was about to tuck my umbrella into its tiny fabric cover, a gentle breeze wafted the tiny fabric away... I tried to run after it. Two, three, four times and more I tried to catch it wrestling with the wind, but no luck... Then I realized that I was in the middle of the road. As I looked back, I noticed that I was almost a block away from the bus stop, leaving behind my open handbag on the bench; which I was grateful that nobody stole it... And as I looked up, I was surprise to see a white van halted in front of my track. The driver didn't blow his horns, or even yelled at me. Yet I guessed he was there for awhile. But he was so kind enough to wait for me get out of the road; Even shielding me safely from the oncoming vehicles.

Finally, I decided to let go the fabric cover, as it still continued to drift over the other side of the road. As I was gazing steadfast on it; feeling sorry for the little piece. I was surprise to see a a white male jogger crossed the road and picked it up. Then he came running towards me and handed me the umbrella cover.

I was flabbergasted! I didn't have a slightest clue where that man came from.

...I remember an instance from my trip in New york...As we were heading back home to catch our flight, my friend and I couldn't find the bus stop that would take us to La guardia airport. We were lost on the street of Uptown Manhattan in an early Sunday morning. Then suddenly, a lady just popped up from nowhere and asked what we were looking for...She then walked us through to the bus stop just in time for our ride to the airport...

Yeah, I was so so silly today for running after the umbrella cover that was worth nothing. And I felt
embarrassed for making a scene on the road; Causing concern from the drivers. But what was puzzling to me, was the fact that on a quiet early morning; with only less than 5 people on the street; and with the fast approaching vehicles, I was spared from an accident. Who were these people who showed up? The driver who stopped at my track, and the white male jogger who ran all the way to the other side to pick up that piece of crap. Why did they bother to, or care about me?

Oh, I love this city! This may not be the city of angels, but I believe angels live here too. Why not, if this is one of the livable cities in the world...

Or on another thought... Am I just a vulnerable-looking human being that I keep angels working all the time?

A night with 80s A-ha

The 80s decade was the best years ever to me.  It was where all the beautiful memories sprung...I was in high school where I was getting to know myself.  They said that the best things in a person's life was during adolescent years.  I believed that to be true.  Because of all the fun and wonderful moments that I'd remember and worth-going back memory lane, it was definitely my high school life.

There are hits during those years that really  has influenced music today.  IMHO, some of the best songs been revived lately are from the 80s band/singers.  And whenever those songs are played on the radio, I get to be overly sentimental.  In fact, sometimes I want to avoid listening to them because I become so lethargic.

So when my best pal in college broke the news about A-ha's farewell concert in New York,  I jumped in joy.  Besides the chance to peek at the interesting city, I got to really see one of the bands that painted one my beautiful  past--and of course - see them live on stage! Evenmore, up-close and personal.  Who wouldn't grab that opportunity?

I envy my friend for re-living her utmost dream.   She has been an A-ha fan since the time I've known her---a truly passionate, die-hard fan.  I've never been an avid follower of any bands, singers or celebrities.  I admire them at a distance, but not so crazy to get entangle with their lives.  I guess I describe myself as a reserve-type of fan.  But she, is the person I've seen so devoted through all these years to A-ha band.  Play one A-ha song and she'll name it in a sec.  Name the concert, the record, and the year.  She knows it. Ask anything about the band and she'd tell you a complete info and history of it.  That's how loyal & adeptnbsp;she's been with them!  And I'm truly amazed, because I know I couldn't be that kind of fan.

The A-ha concert was held last May 6-7, 2010 at Nokia theatre, NY...I didn't realize that there were other loyal fans we met out there who truly love them til this day.   Surprisingly, even the men followed them around, in and out of the backstage...And concert was an absolute stand-out.  The music; the gigantic LCD screen showing the evolution of their group, made me teary-eyed.  I almost couldn't contain my emotions.   I realized that eventhough I wasn't a fan, A-ha left an indelible mark in my heart.  Specially, when they sung the "Take On Me" song at the end of the show.  It was like I wouldn't want them to say goodbye, and couldn't believe that this was a farewell concert. Why? Now that I have an immense liking of them and their music after all these years.

Why is it that when one says goodbye, you realize how significant that one is.  Then you regret why you let the years slip by without taking time out to appreciate them...

As to my best pal,  she said,  " I'm so happy! Now I can move on..."