Ticking Clocks

Its been a very long weekend and as usual, when such breaks come about, i bleed cash. I’ve been indulging in eating and shopping these few days. Its a bad habit i have to stop. Then again, i’m still single and have no responsibilities to think about. A few more years down the road and all that may change. I don’t want to think about it right now.

I received a wedding invitation in the mail today. It’s this coming Sunday. Somehow, the thought of meeting my old friends is somewhat disconcerting to say the least. They will be arriving with their other halves, their families. I think going alone will suck. BIG TIME.

Recent news keep coming up with China and Burma’s disasters. Its scary to think that countries so near us could suffer such devastating natural disasters. Makes you wonder, who’s next.

Then again, maybe its just God’s punishment to the countries. The last time these two countries were in the news, it had something to do with beating up unarmed monks in the public. Maybe someone should tell these God-less governments that screwing around with the Higher power simply does not pay.

The Kiterunner

I just finished reading the novel ‘The Kiterunner’ by Khaled Hosseini in a record 2.5 hours. I can’t remember when the last time an author managed to enthrall me to the point where i simply couldn’t put a book down, even while travelling down the escalators. The story was so devastatingly sad that reading it once is enough for me.

I tried reading the novel again but i just couldn’t seem to do it. I felt depressed when i know what was going to happen. I wanted to scream at the book, at the character; to let him know what was going to happen and what he should have done. Damn the emotional side of me.

Had fun last weekend. Met up with some friends of mine. Met up with Eliana for lunch and coffee at Starbucks. Realised something about her. Such a petite girl and yet such a healthy appetite. I swear i will challenge her to a eating contest one of these days.

City life is starting to bore me. Shopping incessantly is starting to take its toll on me. I find myself staring at expensive designer goods, counting in my head whether i have enough cash to spare. This is not how i intend to spend my life, wasting it with shopping, eating and drinking.

I am starting to miss the days where its just nature and me. Miss the smell of salty sea breeze and the moistness of morning dew upon my skin. Miss the rustling of leaves and chirping of crickets. Miss the stillness of the night where the scent of burning wood assails my nose.

And most of all, i miss the pleasure of drinking warm coffee and having a cigarette in the cold dampness of a rainy night.

Its sad when a colleague whom you are close with decides to go After months of enduring hard work and incessant scoldings, Shienny has finally decided that enough is enough. Today she tenders her resignation.

Looking through my holiday photos, i spot an interesting photo which showed me and Chloe wearing black while Shienny and Nirun wore white. It got me thinking as me and Chloe was the darker of the four. We had vicious tempers and often got into heated arguments with our boss. We were hard drinkers and smokers.

Nirun and Shienny on the other hand were our balances. They represented the light. Patient and ever smiling, they expressed anger only on rare occasions. They didn’t smoke or behave badly in public. I felt that was the key to our sustained close relationships. Together, we were a perfect balance of yin and yang, black and white, good and evil.

Its just too bad this cannot last.