Sunday, June 25, 2006
The inevitable has happened: I am officially sick.
It started with a sore throat yesterday, and with a night of Beat acting as a catalyst, it progressed to a feeling of having a wad of sandpaper wedged between my throat and nasal passage, so it hurts when i swallow and is hard to breathe. Plus my bones are achey, such that as I was trying to pull open a sachet of herbal tea, my knuckles met and it hurt. Sigh.
Oh well, at least the downward spiral was fun.
Friday, June 23, 2006
Imagine charging a battery only halfway, then draining it completely. Repeat the process a few times, and you would get an idea of how my past week or so has been.
(Except of course batteries probably don't get to drink and have too much fun along the way.)
I'm guessing it's only a matter of time before I get totally worn out. Must. sloooow. dooown.
Mental soundtrack: Joseph Arthur - In The Sun
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Had an awesome time tonight. (Although I still hate you guys for getting me crowdsurfed AGAIN. WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME.)
Strangely enough, I am quite awake; at least enough to be typing this out.
After having the past 2 days off, I'm dreading the thought of going back to work. The damn alarm is set to go off in 6 hours. Faabulous.
Monday, June 12, 2006
You imagine that this might be sorta like being in prison; where you're oblivious to everything outside of the four walls that make up the shop you spend almost everyday in. Where you receive quasi-weather reports in the form of random shoppers who walk in asking where they might buy an umbrella.
Yesterday, I was finishing up my lunch, with about ten minutes left on my break - during which I kept periodically checking my watch, much too aware of the lack of time, and way too conscious about being punctual.
Still experiencing the after-effects of a late night out, I allowed myself to tune out to everything but the strains of my favourite songs flowing from my earphones, whilst staring blankly at nothing at all.
I was revelling in the therapeutic effect, when I noticed a woman at the next table who had fallen asleep slouched on one of the upholstered seats, her husband engrossed in the day's papers across the table. Right there and then, of all the people in the world, I was envious of her. I wished that I too, once again, had the luxury of a Saturday spent in leisure; to be able to nod off after a satisfying lunch, with absolutely nowhere to be but the present.
In a snap, my ten minutes were up. With a mammoth sigh, I reluctantly got up and brisk-walked back, all the while repeatedly glancing at my wrist.
Friday, June 09, 2006
Ever notice how the perception of age changes drastically with death? Someone dies at age 35, and everyone laments about how young he/she was. But somewhere else in the world, some other 35-year-old, well alive and kicking, is feeling depressed after yet another birthday, at the resounding echo of his imaginary ticking clock.
It's tragic, of course, to have your life ended abruptly; to not have another few decades to make plans and live life. The comparison is between two extremes, but it illustrates the point.
Yes, growing older is frightening. But shouldn't we acknowledge that being able to flip yet another page of a calendar as a good thing? I think you're only as old as you feel. Maybe I'm idealistic in that sense - or perhaps just deeply in denial of impending senior citizenship.
Honestly I don't feel old, like most of my peers think they are. I'll be turning 21 in about 5 months, and it's amazing how quickly the time between birthdays passes. Perhaps that will be the watershed of this belief, but I'd like to trust otherwise.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
A conversation about childhood schoolyard games we played so many years ago rekindled memories, and led to a night of reliving some of them through a game of good ol' Monopoly. It was almost like being ten and playing boardgames again.
Except of course we didn't drink beer and make lewd jokes then.
Mental soundtrack: Feist - Tout Doucement
Friday, June 02, 2006
Oh lordy, is it Friday AGAIN?
The weeks have been whizzing by.
Had a lovely dinner tonight, and (more) drinks after, with the Emoticons-plus-one to celebrate the guailo's birthday. The very thought of it got me through yet another day.
Although, I have to wake up again in 6 hours, and work in 7. Woohoo. (Ok I think I am a little bit tipsy.)
Happy Birthday again, Davey.
PS: Where art thou marpie cookies!