Friday, July 07, 2006
Life’s Adventure of Misadventures
As a sequel to Nice Thoughts and today being a Friday, P is basking in positive thoughts (“It can only get better from hereon,” she used to say to the mail boy when Wednesday arrived, a twinkle in her eye). She could do with a glass of wine any moment now.
Having had her research assignment process curtailed this morning at the client's request (which often correlates directly to her short-term stress levels and the fees charged), P’s workload has halved and she has the mini luxury of sitting at her desk with a semi-switched off mind. Quietly, she alternates her commitments to working on boring things, surfing the Internet for inspirations and blogging.
Really, P is having a bit of wanderlust. It’s the time of the year again where she needs to re-charge and re-invigorate her soul with new ideas and new adventures. She pictured her faraway friends possibly in a buying and sewing frenzy in preparation for launching the summer collections and shows while her poor self (and her even poorly self given her stubborn cold that would not go away without a long and tireless fight) continues to plough through the day at her desk.
With an insatiable energy within her that is bursting to be released, but having the cold barred her away from the gym, the wintry cold forbidding her poorly self for a long brisk walk, her lack of time to sketch and embark on the warpath of fashion creation and deconstruction, a lack of mental stimulation from clever wordplay and the failure of a budget blow-out shopping rampage to dispel her restlessness, P is quite ready to jump off the ledge. Itchy feet she has, and before she is stupid enough to self-destroy, P reckoned she should board a plane and take off to a faraway land to be herself once again and embark on another journey of adventures of rather, misadventures…
As part of her current restructuring plans before she reaches the age where one should settle down and settle really, she reckoned she needed to make up for lost time and embark on a personal journey alone. But of course, taking on accomplices for mini adventures as she skips along. After all, what fun is there if no one is to share those funny, silly, even reckless moments together? And really, to bear witness to those dirty little deeds and allow their joint experiences to connect them in the annals of their personal histories, making that their little secret. And in years to come, it would well be the reason that brings up that private, sheepish, guilty smiles on their faces as they possibly cross paths again amongst company. Sshh… Her mischievous self would suggest with a wink.
Hmm, life seems a series of irony. And if so why is it called an irony instead of a norm then? Like when life is “welded” by partings and endings, too many coincidences possibly could result in the belief of fate, life’s one big adventure is mostly likely coloured by a series of misadventures…?
So as she plans the destination of her next adventure or is it misadventure (even she’s losing the plot), she wonders what fate/ or coincidence would have installed for her and who and how her next partner-in-crime and partner-in-joint history would be…
Any ideas anyone? ;)
As a sequel to Nice Thoughts and today being a Friday, P is basking in positive thoughts (“It can only get better from hereon,” she used to say to the mail boy when Wednesday arrived, a twinkle in her eye). She could do with a glass of wine any moment now.
Having had her research assignment process curtailed this morning at the client's request (which often correlates directly to her short-term stress levels and the fees charged), P’s workload has halved and she has the mini luxury of sitting at her desk with a semi-switched off mind. Quietly, she alternates her commitments to working on boring things, surfing the Internet for inspirations and blogging.
Really, P is having a bit of wanderlust. It’s the time of the year again where she needs to re-charge and re-invigorate her soul with new ideas and new adventures. She pictured her faraway friends possibly in a buying and sewing frenzy in preparation for launching the summer collections and shows while her poor self (and her even poorly self given her stubborn cold that would not go away without a long and tireless fight) continues to plough through the day at her desk.
With an insatiable energy within her that is bursting to be released, but having the cold barred her away from the gym, the wintry cold forbidding her poorly self for a long brisk walk, her lack of time to sketch and embark on the warpath of fashion creation and deconstruction, a lack of mental stimulation from clever wordplay and the failure of a budget blow-out shopping rampage to dispel her restlessness, P is quite ready to jump off the ledge. Itchy feet she has, and before she is stupid enough to self-destroy, P reckoned she should board a plane and take off to a faraway land to be herself once again and embark on another journey of adventures of rather, misadventures…
As part of her current restructuring plans before she reaches the age where one should settle down and settle really, she reckoned she needed to make up for lost time and embark on a personal journey alone. But of course, taking on accomplices for mini adventures as she skips along. After all, what fun is there if no one is to share those funny, silly, even reckless moments together? And really, to bear witness to those dirty little deeds and allow their joint experiences to connect them in the annals of their personal histories, making that their little secret. And in years to come, it would well be the reason that brings up that private, sheepish, guilty smiles on their faces as they possibly cross paths again amongst company. Sshh… Her mischievous self would suggest with a wink.
Hmm, life seems a series of irony. And if so why is it called an irony instead of a norm then? Like when life is “welded” by partings and endings, too many coincidences possibly could result in the belief of fate, life’s one big adventure is mostly likely coloured by a series of misadventures…?
So as she plans the destination of her next adventure or is it misadventure (even she’s losing the plot), she wonders what fate/ or coincidence would have installed for her and who and how her next partner-in-crime and partner-in-joint history would be…
Any ideas anyone? ;)
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