June is here soon. Am not prepared for it. Searching through the archives, my self-indulgent persona has always been preoccupied with the most important month of year. Life’s irony as it certainly shines, never did do much to celebrate the day publicly or privately. So really, have no idea why it is so important.
Due to lack of ambition, am pretty much in the same state of work as ever. The nifty surprise did little to spruce up my spirit. As he had succinctly put it, moi has just one reaction to life’s situations. Am not going to contest the fact that have diminishing interest. Would stand in the streets and be bored. Would sit in the coffee house and be blank to thoughts. Would laugh and the next minute, be wanting to just lie down with my legs propped up against the wall and stare. J thinks my lack of ability to retain information means that I bear no burden. To her, everyday is a brand new day may not be a bad thing! Good thing it is not obvious to mass population that the gift is a product of years of training and focused denial.
Work is work. As have always believed that work should never be a hobby. Unlike most people, earning utility bill payments through a hobby can and most definitely will kill off the little remaining spark in me. Will see how that goes. Am not in a hurry.
Speaking of hobbies and hast, am addicted to annual overseas vacations. M is right – once you fly, you cannot go back! The first trip to Korea changed my leave pattern forever. Though was tad disappointed that did not make it to D’s wedding in Notts, made up for it with a glorious trip to Sakura-land. Have not spent so much time with the psych gals since college. It was surprisingly easy to funnel through the lost years and come to realisation that am no longer that friend they had. And it is actually okay. Once that’s done, sat back and soaked up the vacation-air as the bullet train ripped past the padi fields.
Growing up did a lot of good for me. Am grateful for age and for this brilliant decade of my life.
° when i grow up