Saturday, November 25, 2006
Welcome to adulthood. Saved you a seat.
:)
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
I had the most awesomest, smashingest birthday ever.
There were the superfun friends, yummy food (thanks again dubby), and booze was a-flowing. It's safe to say that we all got delightfully drunk - on both the alcohol and each other's company.
Thanks to everyone who came, and for making it as great a night as it was. Photos may follow once I sum up the energy.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
The weeks have whizzed by, and now I'm just about a day away from my birthday do. I can't quite belive how fast time has passed.
I'm burnt out from eight consecutive days of work, and the next two days off are much-needed (and well-deserved, I dare say). Although I've been looking forward to tomorrow, a part of me wants to just curl up in bed instead.
Maybe a good night's sleep will change that.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
She hurried along, taking purposeful strides, like she had somewhere to be five minutes ago. As she approached, she slowed to look in the window and in the next second, she was sailing through the doors.
With a charcoal-grey luggage trailing behind, I initially took her to be an air-stewardess. But a second look at her outfit made me think twice. She was dressed sharply, in a soft grey pant suit, the hem of her slim-cut trousers swishing around her ankles as she moved.
I imagined she was perhaps here on business, a bona fide woman of the world. I imagined what it would be like to live out of a suitcase; to devise the most efficient packing system so you could fit your life into a Samsonite.
In a matter of minutes, she was breezing through the doors again - out into the world that's at her feet, leaving me with a wistful twinge of wanderlust.
Mental soundtrack: Stereophonics - Getaway
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Maybe the best memories in life simply cannot be captured in their full glory.
They are the moments that are magical at the very instant they happen, and yet when you try to revisit them after they've passed, it isn't quite the same.
Because that's what moments are: brief, exact points in time. And just like how you can never recreate perfection, you might try to recall the details, to create the picture in your mind, to put them into words, but find that it's near impossible to relive them to a T.
All you can get are wisps of happiness that curl the ends of your mouth into a smile in the mere seconds that you are able to grasp them for.
Friday, November 03, 2006
Sometimes it's amazing when you find bits of yourself in the words of other people.
"We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken us a lifetime to learn. It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. It is a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox."
- The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks
I read this with complete empathy, struck by the parallel to my own thoughts. So maybe that makes me an old soul (or just old). The world gets a little bit too chaotic sometimes, and silence is quite possibly the one thing you can hear over the racket.