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February 21, 2005

Blue Is The New Black

Blue and black There is something really poignant but enticing about Don Mclean’s American Pie. Even now, in the silence of the lunch-hour office, I could not extricate the tune from my head. It feels as though the all pervading and foreboding theme of the song compliments the situation I currently find myself at.

I do not reckon it has anything to do with the fact that the word “die” was repeated many times in the song.

The result of the frenzy “send as many resumes as possible” I got myself into a few weeks back was being called up for an interview. It would be swell if the prospective place of employment was conveniently located around my place but somehow things do not usually fall into the right places that I want. Coupled with the feeling I have in my gut, suddenly things might not be as cheery as I first thought. All things said, no harm going for the ride and if things really push to shove, then perhaps the beginning of the next chapter of my life has already been penned down. Or at least, the first few words.

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Sometimes you stop and wonder at how other things in life start to fall into place, like they actually belonged there all this while. I will be doing something ambitious in a few days time. I missed the last one, though I would be happy to plan everything in advance. Anyway, it is better late than never and moving away from the conventional (but not traditional) theme which many were inclined to celebrate may just be more than a good substitute.

There are things in life which some of us seem to miss ever so often until we are transplanted to another environment where the lack of it will bring the craving, and feelings, back.

The signs are and have been there. All I have to do is to follow it and stop things from wandering and going out of hand.

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I received my first trackback spams today and looks like nothing short of disabling trackbacks and comments (which I did), will stop me from having to embark on the arduous task of deleting these pests.

Yet, there is something in me now which reminds me of the wonder of a genuine human response (in other words, comments) to the stuff I write. Then again, when I revisit certain aspects of journaling (as opposed to blogging) I detested, I guess there will only be one voice for the time being.

There is this thing called the “email” of course, but possibly the medium’s association with all things to do with “work” may put people off from sending me their comments.

So I shall have contend myself with my lot, or rather, my own monologues.

Posted by D W at February 21, 2005 02:23 PM