Strife for Life

5:00pm and I'm staring at my Friendster.com windows. For the first time in months, I'm actually bored at work not for the things I have to do but for the things I don't have to do. That's how things are for me when I return from a trip or block leave. Furthermore, my manager's actually back in India coz his wife is due to deliver his 2nd child soon. There's no one to bother me... I'm getting the 'Post-Holidays Blues'!

While watching how some younger friends in Friendster.com write and post pics of themselves seemingly carefree reminds me of myself when I was in Boston. School days are always only remembered, very much like the 'I was in the Army' sweet memories when the hard reality of MONEY hadn't exactly kicked in. Yes, we were poor and luxurous indulgence were out of reach, but at least we did not have to look gloomly into days ahead not knowing what to look forward to. College days were the days when I could look forward eagerly to the next B-grade horror movies rented from Blockbuster, the 'Part 2's of Christmas parties, the pub performance by Suede, and not forgetting to mention the endless days of CounterStriking after exams. The days were full of booze, chemistry experiments and waking up 3pm in the afternoon for walks in the parks.

Sound familar? Yes I would assume them 'distantly familiar' for most, if not just some 'I know that one...' memories. Sometimes I wish I could join these youngsters with their up-and-coming successes in career out of the concept of 'play', with trash-can musicians turning recording artistes and street grafitti artists designing Nike and appearals earning big bucks. However, when I looked back into my path, I reckon I wouldn't be who I am today if I had taken any different route.

Riches are not those with thick stacks of bucks in his hand, but are those who knows what to make of the thin stack they have...