I like to make myself belive
that planet earth turns slowly
I’m 35 days late, but hello 2010.
I contemplated writing a brief review of 2009, a prelude as I bid the last decade of my existence adieu. (late) Then again, mentally sorting through the ghosts of my past has proved to be way too exhausting. So similarly to the many years that exceeded it, I’m tucking away 09 in a box, discarding the mistakes and keeping the lessons learnt. Fingers crossed history will be nice enough not to repeat itself this year, one can only hope yes?
To T, D & M, you should be credited for so diligently pursuing me in my efforts to blog (: without your imaginary mini self-replicas hovering over my shoulder reminding me to write, I probably would have left this too late, or never even. It’s such a blessing really, however small, when someone probes at you relentlessly not because they’re trying to be annoying, but because they genuinely care. Hello friends are you reading this? Saya cinta kamu :)
After an extended period of mulling over potential first-post-of-the-year topics, I’ve decided that this should be a post about nothing.
Nothing of the significant nature; nothing with flowery descriptions accompanied by captioned pictures (I’m saving this for a rainy day); nothing too thought provoking or, running to the end of the spectrum, anything that resembles a self-thrown pity party.
No.
This is about the nothing-that seven lettered word parcel wrapped in brown paper packages tied up with string (I love SOM!). Like a particularly loud hiccup or a laugh-till-you-snort moment you savor before letting it slip through your fingers, like pelted snow.
I’ve got a trunk full of nothing’s: the third bathroom stall at work, the decadent maggi goreng, the banana-yellow shoes of a stranger, lunch last Friday at TGI(whaddyaknow)Fridays, the mysterious abyss of the third floor with shiny wooden handles.
I remember that Sunday (I think? My memory is failing me!) when B and I made an impromptu decision to regale each other with our foosball skills while everyone else went for a massage. We drove all the way to hartamas only to discover the place was closed. What began as a night of failed plans turned into a night of solidarity in our camaraderieship. It was one of those happy fleeting moments of pouring your heart out over ice cream and hot chips. We sealed the night with solid eye contact before everyone else returned to join us. A perfect nothing night.
I could use more of these ‘nothing’ moments. Répondez s'il vous plaît if interested :)
Hello 2010, this could be your year.
I contemplated writing a brief review of 2009, a prelude as I bid the last decade of my existence adieu. (late) Then again, mentally sorting through the ghosts of my past has proved to be way too exhausting. So similarly to the many years that exceeded it, I’m tucking away 09 in a box, discarding the mistakes and keeping the lessons learnt. Fingers crossed history will be nice enough not to repeat itself this year, one can only hope yes?
To T, D & M, you should be credited for so diligently pursuing me in my efforts to blog (: without your imaginary mini self-replicas hovering over my shoulder reminding me to write, I probably would have left this too late, or never even. It’s such a blessing really, however small, when someone probes at you relentlessly not because they’re trying to be annoying, but because they genuinely care. Hello friends are you reading this? Saya cinta kamu :)
After an extended period of mulling over potential first-post-of-the-year topics, I’ve decided that this should be a post about nothing.
Nothing of the significant nature; nothing with flowery descriptions accompanied by captioned pictures (I’m saving this for a rainy day); nothing too thought provoking or, running to the end of the spectrum, anything that resembles a self-thrown pity party.
No.
This is about the nothing-that seven lettered word parcel wrapped in brown paper packages tied up with string (I love SOM!). Like a particularly loud hiccup or a laugh-till-you-snort moment you savor before letting it slip through your fingers, like pelted snow.
I’ve got a trunk full of nothing’s: the third bathroom stall at work, the decadent maggi goreng, the banana-yellow shoes of a stranger, lunch last Friday at TGI(whaddyaknow)Fridays, the mysterious abyss of the third floor with shiny wooden handles.
I remember that Sunday (I think? My memory is failing me!) when B and I made an impromptu decision to regale each other with our foosball skills while everyone else went for a massage. We drove all the way to hartamas only to discover the place was closed. What began as a night of failed plans turned into a night of solidarity in our camaraderieship. It was one of those happy fleeting moments of pouring your heart out over ice cream and hot chips. We sealed the night with solid eye contact before everyone else returned to join us. A perfect nothing night.
I could use more of these ‘nothing’ moments. Répondez s'il vous plaît if interested :)
Hello 2010, this could be your year.
ps: I'm writing this from the office, what a rebel! Don't tell my boss.
