Thursday, July 24, 2008
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Lies of Truth...
“L, I want it all.” My co-worker, who’s also my very good friend, stated matter-of-a-factly during our brief lunch meeting.
“Don’t we all, my dear.” I replied empathetically while peeling my stubborn tangerine.
Our sullen facial expressions reflected our bitter overtime hours last night. Misery loves company, so we feed off each other’s bleak attitude.
Although she’s not as gung-ho about world domination as I am, we are very determined individuals as we will be making something out of our blessed lives. Our families are wonderfully supportive, our financial health is bright, our friendships are all solidified, our academic achievements are admirable, our career entails endless future opportunities, our humility is noticeable, our personalities are not despicable, our looks are not appalling, and our integrity is up there. We retain the envious components of an equation that should equate to a beautiful life.
But something will always be missing.
As for now, both of our love lives are a bit off tangent, yet neither of us feels the need to exert any efforts to steer it back on track.
It’s refreshing to be able to share with someone the trivial “I feel like dying” parts of your overwhelming day. You don’t need any advices, you don’t need any solutions. You just need to know that someone out there cares for your well being other than your family and friends, who are obligated to love you despite your deformities. In addition to your own meditation, it’s nice to hear reassuring words of “Tomorrow will be a new and a better day” from not just someone, but from that one person you dearly care about.
Someone you can instantly ring up to inform them that you had shamefully pokkai-ed in your unwalkable heels. Someone you can speed dial when you want to embrace your craving for Congee Wong at 2am. Someone you can call for a ride half across town when you’re unexpectedly stranded. Someone... you can simply call to hear their soulful voice. Someone... who can effortlessly fill that void in which piles of self-love fails to accomplish.
We looked at our respective cell phones, contemplated on our next move... only to put it back into our overly expernsive purse while click clacking with our overly expensive heels, in our overly expensive business attire. We don't want just anything, we have everything, but because of the lack of speed dial worthiness, we have nothing.
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