Journeying in a Little Red Car
The break has arrived, and what a way to kick it off: nearly 6 hours cooped up in a little red car with a few pals touring the city. Exploring bits which we have bypassed daily with barely more than a sideward glance can be rewarding, especially when you stumble upon serene riverside banks. Yes, it will be a good spot for leisure reading and to spend in the company of a loved one. As Mike Wazowski, the well-loved green minature cyclops tended to say, 'think beautiful thoughts', it was exactly the only state one could feel at that moment. Funny enough, it was also a day full of double-entendres in speech and banter. Not a minute passed without us making a pass at the other, all with the intention to provoke but in a benign manner of course. Oh well, blokes will remain blokes I guess...In a couple of days, a few of my contemporaries will be flying to London in pursue of their tertiary studies. While I will bemoan their absence when I return home, I cannot but feel happy for them knowing that they are about to realise their own dreams and ambitions. Abroad, there are days of loneliness but it is the determination of the individual to persevere on that tips the scale. To my departing friends, I wish thee fair winds and following seas. Till we meet again~
Pausing
Pausing to take a breather after a week loaden with work and about to plunge straight into another one of the same mould. Finding time for rest becomes increasingly hard as the relentless wave of activities threaten to overwhelm me. Yet, in a queer manner, I think that whatever minor tribulations I claim to be undergoing cannot be compared to the ones that lie waiting, in the future...Yes, the coming week would be heavy on physical exertions and reading. Just realised that I have indeed been rather aloof from the people I cherish the most in recent times. Anymore time lost, bridges carefully constructed could be razed down by the unfeeling axle of time which rolls on untrammeled. It takes effort but what is a few minutes compared to a lifetime? I cannot afford to botch up on this...no...
Moving, moving, gone...
So shaken as we are, so wan with care, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant King Henry IVTrouble has this habit of hunting you down when you least expect it. This past week has been nothing short of an apocalypse in the making, with numerous unforeseen hiccups adding to the unfortunate series of events. The roulette has once more spun an unkind hand for us. A test of strength? We can only hold our breaths and wait in vexed anticipation. After endless weeks of deliberations, the decision has finally been made. We will be shifting. The need to adapt to new neighbours, new surroundings may be daunting but it should be a kind draw judging by the situation. I should be alright, fingers crossed. Cold laughter. Once more, a slight yearn for the warm shores of a faraway home arises. Although the burdens of recent times have weighed me down considerably, home still features heavily on my fragile mind. Perhaps this nostalgic reminiscence has been sparked off by a recent visit to the site of a close friend's 21st birthday. Looking at those pictures heavily peppered with smiles, grins, gleaming faces aroused a certain angst. It hurts to know you were absent in the most important period of your friend's life. It really does. A blighted existence sustained only by an ephemeral hope of the distant future?
Busy Days and Nights
Living life by the coffee tin, despair as it runs low, hope lost as it runs out... Once more, the monthly crimping exercise in caffeine intake has begun. The signal sent out by the brain department to the rest that a period of reduced rations of coffee is greeted by dismay. Yet, the din generated by consternation falls on deaf ears while the protests of the drooping eyelids are quelled by hardened determination. Make no mistake, busy days and nights are intertwined with coffee. Of late (no pun intended here), the daunting avalanche of work preoccupies my mind. The end of each day is nervously ticked off the calendar and an estimation of the remaining days to the deadline is calculated. The impending crush awaits, more must be done. Yet, events beyond my control has erupted ceaselessly. First of all, the need to move my accomodation due to renovations. Next, unexpected presentations which require me to speak. Lastly, the sad break-up of a group whose company I have come to enjoy. In this life, change is the only constant. How apt. Wouldn't It Be Nice, Beach BoysWouldn't it be nice if we were olderThen we wouldn't have to wait so longAnd wouldn't it be nice to live togetherIn the kind of world where we belongYou know its gonna make it that much betterWhen we can say goodnight and stay togetherWouldn't it be nice if we could wake upIn the morning when the day is newAnd after having spent the day togetherHold each other close the whole night throughHappy times together we've been spendingI wish that every kiss was neverendingWouldn't it be niceMaybe if we think and wish and hope and pray it might come trueBaby then there wouldnt be a single thing we couldnt doWe could be marriedAnd then wed be happyWouldn't it be niceYou know it seems the more we talk about itIt only makes it worse to live without itBut lets talk about itWouldn't it be niceI am tired. I seek rest. Sleep? Wouldn't it be nice?
