I sing my way to work...

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There are two fixed highlights of my day-- my way to work and my way back home. Why? These are the times when I get to enjoy music. My workplace is 2 kilometers away from where I live. There's public transportation but I opt to walk instead. Apart from my love of walking, it is also the time I get to put my earphones on and enjoy the twenty-something songs I have on my playlist. Oh but I'm the adventurous type so instead of just listening, I sing along-- even if I have unfriendly eyes eyeing me down for my singing on the street. I think that this is something ingrained on me. I can't live a single day without at least a song in my head. And every time I walk and I put my earphones on, no distance is ever too long. I even encourage the distance and find longer routes to my destination if time would permit. I imagine myself on a music video for every song that is being played. And oh boy, the wind would play along, and I couldn't help but care less about what people thinks of me when I'm walking, waving my hands up and down, thumping my feet, pretending to strum or play the piano while walking, and closing my eyes while I sing very discreetly, just up to a point where I can hear myself sing. I remember one time, as I was doing my usual music video thing, I came across someone who's also with her earphones, all emotional and singing too. When we happened to look at each other, we both smile. But we knew very well why we did, and in a way we acknowledged and understood each other for it was a language only we can understand. It was a nice feeling to know that someone else in this world has the same passion. My sister would often catch me doing this, and she would scold me as if she gets embarrassed when she's around me doing such. Sometimes, I hate her for taking away that moment. But I do get why she would feel such, and it's okay. But I do hope that she would have the same kind of passion about something she's interested in so she can understand the great feeling it brings.