Friday, March 20, 2009
Friday morning
Posted at 05:27 am by silverose |
Dreaming of --> Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand <--
The time now is 6.30 in the morning on a soon to be bright Friday morning. I've been up since 5.30 and have had myself a nice plate of Mee Goreng (only my second packet since returning back here) and egg, listening to the bird singing while I chow down the hot noodles.
Funny, I realise I often start of my entries with telling the time and plenty more entries generally revovling around the concept of time (or lack thereof). I guess with time being so short on our hands, I haven't really learned to appreciate it. Whether it is 5 minutes or 5 hours, I just don't think I have begun using it to its maximum potential.
Something is on my mind but I don't know what. Why else would I be awake right?
A little recapping shows that I haven't made an entry since New Years Eve. It's already March going on April. So many things have happened in between that short (or long) period of time.
Birthdays, a time for cake and candles. It's meaning brings significance to the person celebrating it, varying from year to year. What does "getting older" really mean? Does it make me more mature?
Chinese New Year, the only time when eating snacks for breakfast is exceptable. I miss all the goodies. Once a year, but I've stocked up pretty well, not to worry *pats own stomach*.
A short month spent working in a magazine company gave me a glimpse of what perhaps the next 30 years of my life was going to be. Scared the shit outta me! How many people can say they honestly love l.o.v.e their job?
Then it came time to leave again. I still can't tell where I would rather be.
Tears and sadness. Happiness and elation. I'm hoping to learn more from this life on earth. As painful as it may be sometimes, time heals all wounds.
The time now is 6.30 in the morning on a soon to be bright Friday morning. I've been up since 5.30 and have had myself a nice plate of Mee Goreng (only my second packet since returning back here) and egg, listening to the bird singing while I chow down the hot noodles.
Funny, I realise I often start of my entries with telling the time and plenty more entries generally revovling around the concept of time (or lack thereof). I guess with time being so short on our hands, I haven't really learned to appreciate it. Whether it is 5 minutes or 5 hours, I just don't think I have begun using it to its maximum potential.
Something is on my mind but I don't know what. Why else would I be awake right?
A little recapping shows that I haven't made an entry since New Years Eve. It's already March going on April. So many things have happened in between that short (or long) period of time.
Birthdays, a time for cake and candles. It's meaning brings significance to the person celebrating it, varying from year to year. What does "getting older" really mean? Does it make me more mature?
Chinese New Year, the only time when eating snacks for breakfast is exceptable. I miss all the goodies. Once a year, but I've stocked up pretty well, not to worry *pats own stomach*.
A short month spent working in a magazine company gave me a glimpse of what perhaps the next 30 years of my life was going to be. Scared the shit outta me! How many people can say they honestly love l.o.v.e their job?
Then it came time to leave again. I still can't tell where I would rather be.
Tears and sadness. Happiness and elation. I'm hoping to learn more from this life on earth. As painful as it may be sometimes, time heals all wounds.
People often ask for "just a little more time". But just when is our time up?
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