I was bored/tired of working at work and took a breather. See what I cooked up.
Public speak
Make me weak
Start to freak
Grow a beak
Say you need
Faith and deed
Hear them plead
See them bleed
Sun so bright
Cool moonlight
Say I’m right
Start a fight
Spiders creep
Children weep
Want to sleep
Thoughts in deep
Take a walk
Write with chalk
Long to talk
Talk and talk
Ball and chain
Spank and cane
Get no gain
With-out pain
-MeL-
17 Oct 2007 3.10pm
When I found out,
my whole body tensed. My mind was spinning and swirling, thinking of ways to
get my phone back. I was mid-way into panic mode. I had already reached PJ (it’s 30
minutes away from my office), and almost automatically, I turned back. A few
minutes passed. Traffic was getting heavier as I was trying to beat the
after-work traffic. I prayed so hard that I prayed out loud, alone in the car,
“Oh God, please let someone be there, please let the office be open,”
repeatedly.
Thinking, thinking,
thinking.
Praying, praying,
praying.
I knew I wasn’t
gonna make it. The latest I’ve heard of people staying back in the office was 6pm
or 6.30pm. With all the traffic, it would probably take me at least 40 minutes
to get back. The clock was ticking. 5.46pm. If the office was locked, I would
then have wasted a lot of petrol.
Then my mind
countered and said, “Why not just leave it there for the weekend?”
“For the weekend! That’s
crazy! I’ve got cell members to contact! People to call!”
Mind you, this is
not just some weekend. This weekend is gonna be a 4-day long weekend for me.
“Who do you need to call? Only 1 or 2 people at
most.”
At a traffic light,
I searched frantically again. I must have
misplaced it in the car somewhere!
Rummaged through my
handbag for what must have been the 10th or 100th time.
It’s not here. And I knew it.
While tapping my
fingers on the dashboard like a zombie on too much caffeine, I made my decision.
I’m turning back. Going home.
Made the U-turn,
and I almost felt like crying. A slight tinge of regret. My mind had 2 voices which were
taking turns to speak.
You could have made it.
You won’t make it. You’ll only waste time
and petrol.
You don’t believe God will answer your
prayer?
No, don’t waste your time fretting. Just go
home.
I tried so hard to
convince myself that going on without a phone can’t be that bad. So now,
phoneless, I am.
My dad just
said, “See how is it like loh, to live without a phone.”
That’s how I would
console myself too. To see the possibilities/impossibilities/struggles/freedom of living without
a phone. Let’s see if I enjoy my freedom from my phone, or suffer in
regret for not turning back.
I’m still
recovering from the trauma.
The most ironic
thing is, I remembered to bring work back home. *smack on the forehead*
And i’m am THIS happy!
