{"id":437,"date":"2008-03-04T06:44:00","date_gmt":"2008-03-04T06:44:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/laimayleng.com\/blog\/?p=437"},"modified":"2024-09-01T16:23:02","modified_gmt":"2024-09-01T08:23:02","slug":"the-beginning-of-something-extraordinary","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/the-beginning-of-something-extraordinary\/","title":{"rendered":"The Beginning of Something Extraordinary"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Fishing a total of Rm150 for the “Walk for Health<\/a>“, I handed it to the Lion. “Great work” he uttered as he pats me on my shoulder. “So, how are you feeling this morning, young lady,” he added. I hit him with a big smack on the back.”Quit pretending to be wise, just because you are a Lion now ! ” I retaliated the friendly gesture to my peer.<\/p>\n

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Indeed however, he looked different wearing the Lion’s vest. His dark brown eyes twinkled and his gleaming straight white teeth were displayed in a generous smile. Though his thick black hair wasn’t exactly the latest style, but every strand immaculately was in place.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>While stretching my arms for a good warm up at the early hours in the morning, the corner of my eyes caught sight of a green van. Yes, it is the one and only Milo van, only found in Malaysia, one you see during a school’s sport’s day. I was drawn to it like bees to a pot of honey. To my disappointment, the Milo man wasn’t ready to serve yet. “Later, after the walk” he humbly stroked my eagerness.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>The walk was like a breeze, strolling around the friendly neighborhood. The air in the morning was scented with morning dews and blooming flowers from each passing house.<\/p>\n

“The beginning of something extraordinary” the banner displayed as I plod my way on the road. Indeed a thoughtful reminder, something extraordinary is coming up ahead for me this year. Life is beautiful, if only you know where to look.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>Not too far after the banner, I crossed path with a wise man too much for himself, if I might judge him. Guilty as I feel, this person strike to me as one who has delved a fair bit into politics and the corporate world far more than he can handled. Why ? 10 minutes walk behind him revealed that the world has been unkind to him. As he grumbled to himself on the illness of the politics at its current state, I was taken aback with his depth of knowledge. Disguised under the crumpled, soiled pants and filthy white sheets, he appeared like a beggar. Strikingly, this man was collecting used papers and carton boxes, he is surely an environmentalist. He reminded me of the time I made my friends picked shit from a hole.<\/a> Will I one day be like him ? The “Walk For Health” suddenly became scary to me.<\/p>\n

I quicken my pace and walked passed him. As we hit shoulders to shoulders, I took a glimpse at him and realized he is probably in his mid 30s. Frighteningly, I was afraid he would start a conversation with me since we made eye contact. That moment in time, I wished my curiosity could have buried itself. To my surprise, the man was too much involved talking to himself, he just shrugged off my stare.<\/p>\n

The beginning of something extraordinary. What do you think it meant with my acquaintance with this wise man ?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Fishing a total of Rm150 for the “Walk for Health“, I handed it to the Lion. “Great work” he uttered as he pats me on my shoulder. “So, how are you feeling this morning, young lady,” he added. I hit him with a big smack on the back.”Quit pretending to be wise, just because you […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-437","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-thru-my-eyes","et-doesnt-have-format-content","et_post_format-et-post-format-standard"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/437","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=437"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/437\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1341,"href":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/437\/revisions\/1341"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=437"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=437"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=437"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}