Monday, December 15, 2003
Well, I've had a nice, restful holiday, under the doting care of my parents. I suppose I should feel recharged and raring to go, but I just wish I had had longer with them.
Also had several meetings with friends, including two quiet, tranquil dinners with V. V remains much the way I remember her, and looking back on my past I can understand the whys of the paths I trod. In a multiverse of 20 minute universes, however, the what-if universes of yesteryear do not bear much reminiscence, since they obliterate in their passing. My reality today is the shop-floor, like the geeky guy with bad hair in Scrubs, today is the overbearing boss, the stroppy patient, although not, to date, the flirtatious woman trapped in MRI machine (which I shall await with fervour lol)
Meeting K was good, he remains much the way I remember as well. And D looked happier than I have ever seen her; I suppose for the first time she's in a constructive (as opposed to destructive) relationship, on the brink of marriage and glowing with potential bride-hood.
Sometimes I wish I could turn the clock back, to happier times. At times I even wish I could turn them back still further, till times when I hadn't learnt really the meaning of bittersweet, but thought in my own juvenile, world-weary, pre-cynical manner that I was fine, and that it was the world around me that was fecked up.
Just ordinarily happy, back a long, long time ago when the quest for Perfect Flight in a paper aeroplane was obsessively paramount.
Also had several meetings with friends, including two quiet, tranquil dinners with V. V remains much the way I remember her, and looking back on my past I can understand the whys of the paths I trod. In a multiverse of 20 minute universes, however, the what-if universes of yesteryear do not bear much reminiscence, since they obliterate in their passing. My reality today is the shop-floor, like the geeky guy with bad hair in Scrubs, today is the overbearing boss, the stroppy patient, although not, to date, the flirtatious woman trapped in MRI machine (which I shall await with fervour lol)
Meeting K was good, he remains much the way I remember as well. And D looked happier than I have ever seen her; I suppose for the first time she's in a constructive (as opposed to destructive) relationship, on the brink of marriage and glowing with potential bride-hood.
Sometimes I wish I could turn the clock back, to happier times. At times I even wish I could turn them back still further, till times when I hadn't learnt really the meaning of bittersweet, but thought in my own juvenile, world-weary, pre-cynical manner that I was fine, and that it was the world around me that was fecked up.
Just ordinarily happy, back a long, long time ago when the quest for Perfect Flight in a paper aeroplane was obsessively paramount.
