24 Hours Are An Eternity

"Nine envelopes beckoned on the brown wood (of the oak desk in the Boardroom)
And sorry I could not peruse them all
And be one IOC candidate"

I shall be telling of my IOC experience with a sigh, somewhere ages and ages hence. Murphy's Law is real. Damn you Soyinka, damn your Background & Friezes! Despite not having studied this over the weekend I somehow managed to produce a commentary my teacher found to be "excellent". Just imagine what would have been had I pulled out something I was actually prepared for! This is such an apt microcosm of life, somehow. The 9 envelopes grope towards being reflective of the infinity of life's choices. You only ever know the consequences of the one choice you made, and will be left in the perpetual suspense of "what it could have been". Looking back I'm thankful for the IOC experience, in spite of how all my preparations appear to have come to naught. I met literature in a different way. That, now, is priceless.

The inconsiderate antics of Singaporeans never cease to irk me. The "me first" attitude is prevalent everywhere you choose to look. "I look around me and I know there's a place that will stay within me wherever I may choose to go". I really detest those inconsiderate idiots who never ever decide whether they are taking the lift in the upward or downward direction. Pushing both buttons while waiting does little to hasten the arrival of the lift. You just possibly have two of them arriving at the same time, each dialled in to travel in a different direction. "This is home, surely, as my senses tell me". The infuriating bit is when you are travelling upwards and the lift stops in mid-trajectory and picks up somebody who wants to go down. What is he doing in my lift?! "This is where I won't be alone". When this happens all you hope for is that once you alight and he doubles up on himself, returning, to pick up the half of him that wanted to go "DOWN", to the floor at which he boarded. Never seems to teach them a lesson, though. These same people whose faces I am accustomed to seeing in the lifts of my apartment block will always catch my attention for this. "Where the lifts wait for me and the traffic doesn't flow".

Sorry I am such a bitch. One positive from the last 24 hours would be Chelsea! This could be our season, you know! There's only one Joe Cole!