Riding Through it All ...

It is a Friday night! I love other Friday nights, but not this one! I was out driving around the city for two hours aimlessly, and man!!!! It sucked!!!! It made me feel emotionally dependent. It is funny that loneliness has always been a part of my life, yet I seem not to be able to cope with it so well. And as I am typing this, I am wondering whether it is possible to actually enjoy yourself ALONE????

I am supposed to attend my law classes at UC this evening, but the thing is I am not in the mood to do so; therefore, I end up seeking comfort from this soft convenient couch at Nosh Cafe. It is just 6 20 PM over here, and I am the only guest in the restaurant. It is lonely, yeah! But well what can you say? After all, loneliness is part of life. One way or another you get lonely once in a while. Anyways, this place is a really cosy relaxing place! The special thing about this place is the live musical performance available here! I have to admit that a big piece of my life would be missing without music, and this place offers just the right type that i dearly love! Besides, I have performed here quite often too...

It is a gloomy day! I am sure people who are going through some sort of emotional hardship will not be able to resist the negative impacts that the rainy weather has on them, and will therefore break down hugging themselves in tears at one corner of the room or something like that. It has been raining all day long. Some say there is storm at this place and that place, but I am not sure who to believe. Anyway, i have finally managed to find my comfort zone here at GJC. And with the steamy creamy hot chocolate i have ordered, it warms my heart against the harsh coldness outside. I happen to be sitting close to these two rich-looking ladies. Of course, they are rich or at least appear to be rich. They are wearing dazzling diamond rings. The handbags they are using are the designer products. And of course the looks! And they are having a "rich" conversation as well! The topics range from the GS 300 car they have just bought to the overseas trips to New Zealand and to the thousand

The rain had been pouring down for more than half an hour already, and there was still no sign of slacking off. The sky was pitch dark now though Ratha's watch had just struck 6 30pm. It was almost impossible to stay sheltered from the windy rain under the old IFL bridge. The chill was running down his spine, and despite the fact that he hugged himself to keep warm, he had little success with it. It took him some good minutes to realize that he was not the only one seeking shelter and comfort from this decades old bridge whose paints were peeling off, and which was probably ranked as the ugliest bridge of all. Ten meters away below the bridge stood a girl with arms around herself, and her backpack school bag slung over her shoulder. She was occasionally casting glances at her watch as if by doing so, she would be able to speed up the time. IFL was now deserted. The faint yellow lights of the lamp posts cast their shadow eerily on certain spots of the compound. Ratha wanted to appr