Aftermath

I've been trying to find a new blogskin to spice up my otherwise stagnant and exciting-as-tap-water life, but I can't find anything suitable.

I have two weeks more, and believe me I AM counting down. In the meantime PLEASE contact me if you have an hour or two to spare because I'd love to have some comapny in the busy CBD.

It's ironic how there are throngs of people everywhere in those few streets, but everyone's just as lonely. You can't walk to anywhere during lunchtime without having to dodge perhaps a young man in a G2000 suit, or bumping into a middle-aged secretary-type lady with her lunch buddy by her side, but you can detect that shred of longing in their faces. Longing for what, I do not know.

It's the same when everyone starts and/or ends work. People enter the MRT, buses, elevators with a blank look on their faces. Some read, the younger ones plug in their iPods, but most of them just stare into space, perhaps thinking about which restaurant they should visit tonight with their boyfriends, or wondering how their kids are doing in school. Glance at them and they will smile automatically back with a gentle nod of acknowledgement. Everyone's friendly to know your name, perhaps where you're from or where you're going, and yet distant enough to avoid anything private. It's as if all of these executives have been given a handbook when they started work about CBD ettiquette, and all of them have had every rule memorised to the T.

A very interesting experience this has been, not a very pleasant one for me because I can't stand sitting down for too long, but I know more about office life at least. Colleagues have been exceedingly kind and patient as well.

But let's just say if I were George Orwell, I'd have plenty to add to my great novels now.

Or maybe it's just me.