respite - office time.

i am so tired i love office hours. its a respite from life. everyday when i sit at my desk, i play my own music - currently air supply's "goodbye" and peter cetera's "you're the inspiration"; i do my own things - scheduling and proposals; i surf for the info that i need - with no hurry; i adjust the temperature of my own air-conditioner to my favourite 23degrees - with medium fan; i do not have to talk to anyone - no disappearing friends, no promiscuous girl; i am totally myself at my desk. every once in a while, i look at the calendar -all packed and highlighted- and i feel tired and excited at the same time. the office is like my "fire-watch tower"

"fire-watch tower":- read somewhere that there's this tribe somewhere on earth where everyone has to take turns doing fire-watch duty. the one on duty will be alone on a fire-watch tower at the top of a peak. every morning when the sun rises, he does a 360 degrees scan to look out for forest fires. and thats it, thats his job for the day. he spends the rest of the day reading/writing/meditating in solitude. His 3 months food supply will last him until the next person takes over. (appetite decreases with fall in activity, so there's always enough) everyone in life should experience fire-watch duty once, its so beautiful isn't it?

in my office i do my own things with my own time at my own pace. how is it not a fire-watch tower then? truly appreciate this hiatus at the turn of teenhood, for i know, that in 2 months time, i will be "lost" - like biao said.

(simply red sounds like lighthouse family, and dakota moon sounds like Seal)

then in the afternoon, everyone suddenly wakes from slumber and gather together for the daily pilgrimage. canteen. we would eat and we would talk about our life experiences. i always smile when i hear their stories. its all so real, so close to us. the clerks may have come from different backgrounds, but they all have a story to tell. they always like to ask... "then sir, you leh?" and i would truthfully tell them about what they ask, simple and mundane as i might have believed. but likewise, they would be amused by the details. its always like that, your life IS interesting, you jus do not know it. so this daily exchanges have changed my opinions of rich kids, of gangster-turned-salesmen, and of mud-yoyos riding Vespas. priceless lessons, and when it came from coffee talks, you know every story is genuine. isn't the canteen, then, the best social school?

flashback:
we played soccer on saturday. i lost all 3 matches, but i enjoyed myself. we ate cheap foodcourt, but i enjoyed the briyani much. we watched bond-and-not-happy-feet, but i hid my disappointment better than Carol could.
on sunday i met MJ for tenacious D, but biao preferred happy feet. i told my student she was wasting money, but she insisted i keep the money. i didnt catch tenacious D in the end, but i was really happy with happy feet. the weather was cooling, but i sweated in 2 tops. the saucony-auntie was wearing the same t-shirt that i would eventually buy, but i loved the t-shirt for its anti-touch-dirt functions. i missed bus 174, but that was not the last bus home. for all of life's boo-boo, there's always a nice "but" to sit on.

"she married me for the alimony, BUT..... hee hee.."