Bugger. I am
on my way back to Singapore. From Oz. Today! Now! I am at the airport lounge
and I am ready to fly. Time is the thing that actually really flies when you
are having fun.
Blink.
Holiday gone.
Time
is not our friend and it does not care if we live fast or if we die slow. It
pays no heed if we are or if we aren't. It was here before we arrived and it
will go on after we leave. Time doesn't care who wins or who loses or if our
life span is full or empty. It feels nothing that my holiday is over. Time is
indifferent.
It
simply doesn't give a shit.
I return to
work on Monday and most of the English with whom I work will return to work
then too. Those of them who have been back to the Motherland will be all pale
and sickly. They will be more insipid than they usually are. It has been cold
in Europe. I know this because I have been watching the Weather Channel.
I have chuckled to myself seeing maximum forecasts of 2 degrees for
Dublin and one degree for London. Zero for Paris. There was malice in my
weather watching.
I was 'got' in
the week before I departed for my Summer vacation. I have made a note to avenge
myself in the New Year against these English. I will attack them with cunning
and guile when their guard is down. I was distracted in the lead up to my break
so I let my guard down.
It was raining
on a daily basis leading up to Christmas. The rains always came late in the
afternoon. There were deluges. Proverbial buckets. It was monsoonal. I had
taken to bringing my newest umbrella with me to work. Although I can travel
from my house to my office underground for 99% of the journey, I am exposed to
the elements for some fifty meters of open ground. I don't like getting wet. My
new umbrella is a beauty. It comes with an over-the-shoulder sheath that allows
me to wear it like a Samurai sword so carrying it is therefore hands-free.
It amused the
English who work in my office that I carried an umbrella to and from work. They
are easily amused. I was mocked and scoffed. I however care not a fuck for the
thoughts and opinions of the English with whom I work and I scoffed and mocked them
back.
So it went and
so it often goes.
When I left
the office for the day - a couple of weeks before Christmas, the skies were
grey. The clouds were dark and threatening but it was not yet raining. By the
time I alighted the train at Novena it was teeming. I pushed my way through the
crowds who were hovering and huddling under cover as lightning streaked the
sky. I unsheathed my umbrella in one smooth movement and raised it above my
head. I clicked the 'release' button and prepared myself to step swiftly but
protected into the rain.
I was
instantly showered with hundreds of pieces of confetti.
The English
had filled my umbrella with the contents of every hole punch machine in the
building and I was covered head to toe
in tiny round pieces of paper.
It was
brilliant.
I have been
plotting a cunning act of revenge all over Summer. I will enact it next week.
With
passion and fury.
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