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Just before heading out from the clinic orchard this evening, I hung around reception talking to a couple of my colleagues. I mentioned how it was late and yet I was going out for dinner, and how I'd probably be zoned-out again tomorrow. And our nice transport guy, also hanging around, picked up my comment and went - "Oh no, life is short, you can't say that. U gotta do things. Make use of your time. You're only young once." A reflection of my sentiments.
My name is 'green'. Green could mean a few things, as pointed out by a few people today. The colour; youth; envy; naivety. I'm probably a combination of those. Particulary envious of other people's abilities, getting into viscous-cycling-conversations, believing that people are cool, even if they don't feel so themselves. Isn't it ironic.
I saw a beautiful white dress yesterday which I should get for next saturday's wedding. I wonder how one can spend $600 on 29 pieces of clothing in a day, when the struggle to spend $99 already makes me procrastinate so much that my size will probably be gone by the time I make a decision.
Staccatoed thoughts aren't these. Immersing oneself in a myriad musings tends to help in filling the blanket void.