End Of Days (04)
Work was supposed to be easy this week, and I'm still shaking my head over how many people actually thought of paying their employee's superannuation in the week between Christmas and New Year. Go home and spend time with your family and friends for the end is nigh.
The tsunami disaster in Asia has also got me shaking my head all week. During my lunch break I would walk down to Pitt Street mall, pass busy shoppers wearing the latest discounted threads, and slowly begin to lose faith in mankind. The latest death toll stands at 125,000 people. My deepest sympathies go out to all those who have lost their world - be it their family, friends, or their neighbourhood. Maybe my comments in the Sydney Morning Herald board will be noted by employers in the New Year.
In hope of a pick-me-up or a drag-me-down-even-lower, I took two online IQ tests and I was pleasantly surprised with my results. Of course the fact that I'm too lazy to utilise my brain merely renders this power useless. In other words, it doesn't really mean shit right now, does it?
And so in light of these two happenings I proclaim my New Year's resolution - to utilise what I have been given and to remember that foundations will not always be there, so cherish it now and forever.
A toast to the promise of a new year.
A Conversation With Mr Memory
I wish I wrote more during my time abroad. The daily routine has already started to push aside the fortnight of memories I'd made in the Philippines for more immediate matters. I had a chat with my memory about the problem...
Do your laundry.
Buy Christmas presents.
Send Christmas presents.
Wake up early before all the buses get really crowded and you end up with sweat patches by the time you get to work.
What did I do during my last few nights in Davao?
Probably got drunk.
Can't you give me any more details?
Dude, there's only so much room here.
Fuck, memory - you suck. I'm sure there was much more to it than that...
You're the landlord.
Touche
Well, I guess he showed me.
I wish I wrote more during my time abroad. The daily routine has already started to push aside the fortnight of memories I'd made in the Philippines for more immediate matters. I had a chat with my memory about the problem...
Do your laundry.
Buy Christmas presents.
Send Christmas presents.
Wake up early before all the buses get really crowded and you end up with sweat patches by the time you get to work.
What did I do during my last few nights in Davao?
Probably got drunk.
Can't you give me any more details?
Dude, there's only so much room here.
Fuck, memory - you suck. I'm sure there was much more to it than that...
You're the landlord.
Touche
Well, I guess he showed me.
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