what's your mode of transport?
mine is the sun.
when it rises dripping from
the sea when it falls like honey on
the trees when it swallows up
clouds my soul moves with it.
mine is you.
i like fridays, rainy days, proud cats, black & white photographs, children's books, short stories and movies that most people would never see. Music serves me justice on sad days (Adele, The Kooks, Mumford & Sons are gems) and genuine smiles are a must-have.
and my mind goes like this..
11:00:00 PMbop to the top
Saturday, June 30, 2007
(oho. my second post of the day! aha)
today's the last day of work but it kinda feels as though i haven't left at all. i realise that i'll be coming back to the place anyway since i'm still in scouting. maybe i'll think differently on tuesday morning when i find i can wake up later than usual for once. hahah. but until then, i dunno. feeling slightly detached at the moment.
it HAS been an experience though.
i'll remember the DIY red floor carpet incident where EVERYONE had to roll and drag and pull and beg the carpet over the entire floor (what? you thought it was there all along didn't you? heh.). and then surviving blackouts in the middle of the day while not auto-saving the documents. eating lots and lots of food at the reception while trying to inconspiciously (and unsuccessfully) smuggle bits of food back home. laughing at older folks entertaining themselves silly. getting a cold breathing in dusky ancient folders. getting blasted at on the phone by angry pissed-off complain-ish volunteers for a period of time. entertaining people visiting my table. making some boys' day by simply handing in their reports "on time" (shh.) or photocopying their forms,cards etc etc.
yearh. stuff like that. i'm gonna miss.
oh. and of course. the interestingly colourful characters there. most definitely. (:
i've been into old patrick swayze movies recently. yes i know he's super old but what the heck. he's GORGEOUS. ahhahh. anyway. right now i feel like i'm like his character, Sam in Ghost (oh you know, the one where young pre-ashton kutcher Demi Moore dips her hands (and patricks!) in wet clay with Unchained Melody in the background? ahh. yearh. that ONE.) when he says to Molly/demi moore when she intuitively asks him if he was worried about something-
"Whenever something good happens to
me I'm just afraid I'm going to lose
[and then of course later on he gets stabbed by a robber/murderer hired by his best friend and becomes a _____ (sorry de. i'm like giving away the storyline. oops.)]
i feel like that now. like something's bad gonna happen since i've been getting what i've always wanted for so long without having too much of a struggle.
yes. i'm greatly immensely extremely intensely thankful.
but how long will it last?
damn. it's a scary thought.
i guess i'm allowed to savour what i can.
I keep thinking that it's not goodbye.