picking up the past

God how time sneaks past when you ain't looking. With a turn of the head it's already been 2 weeks since my return. And i still miss the city. Now my dad's in sichuan the panda/spicysteamboat-country and my mum decided to sit at home. She really should get out and about. People should stop making me the centre of their lives, really. :p But seriously, i'm the centre of my own life, only. i'm self-centredness in its purest form. After all i'm SC.

Life at work has been extremely dull, staring at the same screen that can deliver me GTAIII but reading global news about who's killing who. Bono should do this stuff man, it will make him cry. So many sleep-deficient duty nights i feel sick with my current incarnation.

Picking up the past, after treading so carefully in the present, is almost like tripping over oneself. Yet for all those wild heartbeats and after more than a month of silence there were no questions asked, no why who what how. Like a door, ajar but chained up, keeping me out. i came the wrong way, perhaps. i tripped over myself.   ¶

08:16 |

 

The five days were like a flash - blink and they were gone. It felt so sad when the last wheel of my plane lifted clean off the ground, like i was never going to see HK again for a REAL long time. Four years of waiting in exchange for five days of short glimpses. Perhaps little disequilibriums in life make us treasure our blessings more. Life's too short. You can't always be 19. Everyone moves on and finds new toys in life. i'm past that.

But, besides these melancholic thoughts, HK was a terrific city to be in. See them for yourselves - photos are in the new album. And i watched three movies altogether: Shrek on the flight there, Spiderman 2 in HK, and 50 First Dates on the flight back.  ¶

14:13 |

 

Leaving for Hong Kong this Friday. Getting more and more excited about this first solo trip of mine on a budget. The office is still the same. The nice guys are getting nicer to work and play with. The assholes* remain assholes, if not worsen. But i'm leaving everything behind for a whole 5 days. That in itself warrants some celebration. Cheers!

Currently on the playlist: Plaisir d' Amour by Jean Paul Martini.

* And now asshole has a new spelling that starts with D and ends with S. Yar, dumbass, good try.  ¶

07:38 |

 

News flash: i've started a new photo album, which at present only contains a few photos of the outing to TM and SS's house. The old one is full but i'll just keep it there. Many photos inside are no longer in my hard drive since the last crash*. Photos are such memory arousers ain't they?

Also thinking of what eve said about this blog having quite some hit rate. i still doubt it very much. In fact i sometimes inwardly wonder if some of the old visitors ain't coming 'round anymore... On second, uninteresting thoughts, i don't wanna know.

It's July already. Next time i'll blog something happier. For now, currently on the playlist: Classical Gas by Mason Williams.

* Hmm... let me see. Refer to the chapter on the BIG CRASH?  ¶

15:46 |