The month is coming to a close, like heavy maroon drapes coming together to join after a stage play. I watch the tiny drops of rain falling off emerald green leaves and slowly sip my ’92 Cabernet Merlot in silence… with Beethoven’s Piano Concerto No. 1 in C major…. Playing away softly in the background.
I am counting down to my last day at the office. There have been sweet colleagues who treated me lunches as appreciation of being their colleague. In turn I rack my brains on what to get them as a farewell treat from me. I don’t hate this place. If anything, I love this place… for some weird reasons I cannot fathom. I do not know how the new job will pan out, but I am excited. I even had a dream about it- though not as strong as what I had for my current job, but it was not unpleasant. On the plus side, I have an ex-colleague who would be undergoing this new adventure with me, and at my new work district, I have many friends I know who are also fighting their corporate warfare around the vicinity.
I cannot wait for my evening classes to complete swiftly as I have a ton of other things to move on to – my fashion designs portfolio, my novels, my religion, my French classes, and possibly, even the re-pursuit of my Psychology classes. Right on the agenda, are plans to practice hard at Yoga (hot, usually) and shed those extra pounds I have gained from all those rich foods – German, Chinese, French, you-name-it.
Sometimes, people simply bring me amusement. Before they attempt accusations for another’s misdeeds, have they ever probed their own minds and reflected upon eviler deeds they have cast unto the to-be-accused? I should not think so … but shall continue to hold my white flag high and watch the prophecy of my own words.
I wish I were overseas now.I wish I were in Hong Kong for a long time, absorbing the culture, the air, the beautiful scenic nights case by the highrise buildings’ lights…. I mean, everyone bases their fantasies on romantic, timeless cities like Paris, Athens, or California. So do I. In fact, many of my novels are based in settings aforementioned. You could sense the influence in the clothes I design, the stanzas of poetry my ink managed to form, or sometimes, even in my peculiar set of accents. But if you dig for roots, and an area closer, more practical, it was Hong Kong that took my breath away. I admired the glamorous and aloof actors and actresses, the danger, even the olden, narrow lanes one knew could surely suffer the strains of modernity. I love the food, the shopping, the magnificent mountains and the cop shows. I speak the language, so being there, is natural…
I may be updating soon…. When I have settled into the new job. That would be two entries for September. An achievement. That is provided, if I am not too busy with John Grisham’s “The Partner”, or Carlos Ruiz’s “Shadow of the Wind” or Sophie Kinsella’s “Remember Me?”…..Allow me to depart from this page with some meaningful words from Marilyn Monroe…. “If you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best”…
