Anecdotes of my passing...

A friend left for home in Indonesia yesterday. I think I've lamented many times that I do not like goodbyes and farewells. The worn and weary expressions with similar themes also fail to cheer me up no matter how eloquently phrased.

Will I ever get used to goodbyes? Having lived for quite a bit now, one would think that I would be able to take it. But it still wrenches my gut whenever I say goodbye to someone I care/love/like. Don't get me wrong...i won't be suicidal or start bungee jumping from buildings minus the rope...I am pretty comfortable with goodbyes, it's just that I still get the raw emotional crunches when I think of how our paths will ever cross again in the future.

An analogy would be that of love. If someone who has loved and hurt would be tougher or less sensitive and rightly so too because we learn from our experience and we "grow" from it. While some may become more indifferent to subsequent affections in new relationships, some still get that nervous tingle when plunging into a new relationship. Some while seemingly indifferent and cautious on the exterior, is an explosion of nerves on the inside. Questions of 'Should I?', 'Can I..?' all start the warning bells ringing. Will this relationship last and all that jazz.

So yes, I still get a little sad (sometimes more depending on the degree of separation and the mode) whenever I have to say goodbye but it has not stopped me from moving on. The sadness that comes from the departure and the intermittent nostalgia will be the only reminders of happier times. I think it'll be the same answer if you should ask me again in a decade. Yes, I never liked goodbyes.



Caveat : The 'goodbye' in this post is meant to be said to people that I do not want to say it to such as close friends, family.. Of course if the situation is about anyone else, Goodbye would be a pleasure on my lips. :D

It's over. Finally.

Now I have to clear that list of awesome things to do.




By the way, I hate Bing. It's absolutely rubbish. From the layout to the coding. Google is my benchmark.

It's again a period of time when every single minute counts...where baths/showers are savoured to the very end and meal times become a welcome intrusion.

To beat the system or to join it? Is joining the Devil better than jumping off into the deep blue sea?

Times change, people change but some things never. An archaic qualification system that needs a serious overhaul in every single way.

This is taken from Death in the Clouds by Agatha Christie. It gave me a lot to think about and perhaps it may do the same to you.

"There are not so many round pegs in square holes one might think. Most people, in spite of what they tell you choose the occupation that they secretly desire. You will hear a man say who works in an office, 'I should like to explore, to rough it in far countries.' But you will find that he likes reading the fiction that deals with that subject, but that he himself prefers the safety and moderate comfort of an office stool."

"According to you," said Jane, "my desire for foreign travel isn't genuine. Messing about with women's heads is my true vocation. Well, that isn't true."

Poirot smiled at her.

"You are young still. Naturally, one tries this, that and the other, but what one eventually settles down into is the life one prefers."


So do we really know what we want?