Sunday, September 23, 2007
I probably say this too often but still it's never enough.
I miss you guys. I miss the good old days. The fucking good old days.
Everytime I look at these past photos, I feel quite literally an ache in my heart. Yet I don't know if perhaps what I'm aching for is just like what these photos are -- old.
Just don't ever forget.
Friday, September 14, 2007
It's 8.30pm on a Friday, and here I am, typing this in the office. These past few days have been a flurry of activity, and most times I've felt like a frantic decapitated chicken.
So. Fucking. Tired. I'm not even excited that it's Friday, that I have the weekend ahead, because something tells me I'm going to spend it worrying about/doing work.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
You know you've probably been making too many phone calls when you start to reach out for your drink only to find a second later that you've picked up the phone receiver instead.
Friday, September 07, 2007
I used to eat these cheese cubes as a kid. Probably because I genuinely liked them, but definitely also because I could play with the wrapper afterwards.
I'd take the wrapper out to our balcony; our semi-artificial garden in the air laid with a grass carpet, torn in some spots to expose the concrete below. I'd stand on the step by the ledge, finding an opening between the potted bougainvilleas for my legs, so that I could peer down into the staircases that led to the swimming pool.
Then I'd let go.
I'd watch in fascination as it spiralled down like the blades of a helicopter; a flicker of colour hurtling through the air.
I wonder if anyone noticed and thought about why there were all those cheese wrappers down there.