Sunday, July 29, 2007

Boosook

I am writing this from Hong Kong airport, I am stranded here for 16 hours, by choice. I was supposed to use that 16 hours to do a touch-n-go tour of HK, but one look outside the airport and I knew I wouldn't like it. I'd dislike it as much as I dislike London and Auckland and Vienna. I hate big bloody cities with arrogant concrete towers. I hate having to fight for a tiny space on the busy streets lined with shops selling objects I cannot afford, and wouldn't buy even if I could. So here I am in the security of the airport much to the liking of my mother. All I want right now is to go home and look forward to a trip to the countryside, to the beach, to the waterfalls, the greens of the tropics.


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Tuesday, July 24, 2007



"Dreams are always crushing when they don't come true. But it's the simple dreams that are often the most painful because they seem so personal, so reasonable, so attainable. You're always close enough to touch, but never quite close enough to hold and it's enough to break your heart."- Nicholas & Micah Sparks, Three Weeks With My Brother


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Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Uncertainties

As this phase of my life draws to a near, the uncertainties of the unforeseen becomes undoubtedly terrifying. I have imagined my life unfolding itself in so many 'transformations', going in multi directions and venturing into so many different extremes that now it makes me wonder where I'm heading to when all this ends.

Will I do well?
Will I continue to be friends with my current friends?
Will I make enough money to keep me content? To travel, to shop....
Should I pursue postgrad studies?
Will my parents live long enough to see me achieve everything I ever hoped for? I sure hope so!
Will anyone ever love me again?

It's scary yet the mystery surrounding it intrigues me. Sure, it seems like yesterday I was biking out with my best buddy cycling around the neighbourhood looking for a 'haunted house' but the future is just waiting for me to own it. Just like I own my past.

Eventually, moving on is no more an option but a certainty.


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