The week that was

As soon as I stepped out of the bus interchange, the first of many tiny droplets started falling from the greying sky above. The path home had carefree feeling to it, thanks to the breeze and the tiny droplets that continue to fall. I'd always enjoy walking in such weather. It brings about a kind of feeling that I'm freed, freed from worries and anything that's on my complicated mind. The breeze seem to take away with it all that's on my mind and the moment I found myself back in my room I started typing this entry. I have a habit of forgetting what I want to write or talk about in a short time.

It's been a lonesome and slow week. At times it seems like time was like a broken clock, a stop starting every now and then. I had spent the entire week reading a new literature novel titled 'Marrying Buddha' which I had bought last Saturday in office just to kill time. It helped that the novel was well written to my liking - full of emotions, sentiments and surreal. I even bought a packet of cigarettes on Monday to smoke at irregular intervals when I the craving comes along. It was the first packet of cigarettes I bought locally in about 2 months and it lasted me 4 days.

Stepping beyond the glass door to the enterance of my office building everyday this week, it is like stepping out of jail. The air outside the glass door has a refreshing and different feel to it. Instantly, I could feel my sluggish face brightening up, my mood changing as well. I can finally leave this lonesome place, although I will be back for another 8 hours the next day.

It seem like the rainy season has just begun although the ever eccentric weather meant there will still be humidity in spite of the rain. I prefer the rain to the heat, no questions here. The rain instantly meant I couldn't go jogging as I had planned to. But it doesn't matter anyway, I felt so sluggish and tired every evening when I got home. It wasn't the result of a heavy workload. I don't think it was due to the lack of sleep either. Can a person feel ulterly tired and sleepy after a boring yet long day? Can the lack of any meangingful activities or things to look forward to causes sluggishness?

From the time I had dinner with Sze Wei at a Japanese restaurant at Paragon on Saturday to now, it seem that the week had passed without a trace when it's actually not. Thursdays often had a special aura to it, the aura of Friday in the air.

I can't help feeling chuffed that Friday has arrived.