Beautiful

And as the sun began to set, we reached home. The sky was a sea of crimson and violet, a scene which should remain vividly in my mind for at least a few more years. It was a day filled with mundane ramblings over work, proof readings and for some of us...matrixes (not the cool kind, the mathematical ones). We listened to one another, tossed and turned over what should be done, and what could've been different..but we all knew that deep down inside, even if we were all given the chance to do it any differently... We wouldn't have. One of my friends was going through a bad break-up, another is finding it hard to define what she's going through right now with a guy she's in love with, a close guy friend of mine wonders why i never get attracted to any of the girls i used to date..and I...well let's just say that I'm in a pretty pickle right now with this girl i was just recently introduced to... Life is a journey best left unplanned. It's like buying a happy meal at Mcdonalds, you never know when that toy you got in the box is going to accidentally fall into your burger and choke you to death. I woke up today on a bevy of thoughts and irrational problems plaguing my mind. I had tons of work to finish, lots of proof reading, re-editing, photoshopping...the general headaches more commonly associated with doctors, lawyers and your run of the mill political secretary. But it's always good to have such great friends around. Mind you, they both came equipped with their own brand of music. One of them labelled her CD as Melayu Sgt. Which essentially means, "I love Nasi Lemak, Budu and Asam Pedas". Just kidding darling, your music as ever, was lovely. But to be brutally honest, it is amazing how 80 percent of your songs happen to be Indonesian..so shouldn't they be labelled as, "Bibik Sangat"? It is always a pleasure though to be serenaded by two very colourful friends, who constantly berate you with their brand of advice and nay sayings. Why? Because they make you feel as though nothing could ever let you down. The jokes, the irrational brand of comedy that they bring to the table...they all go a long way to make you feel just that little bit better, even though the world around you has plumetted into darkness and the only thing you have on is your Union Jack brand of underwear. No matter which way the wind blows, you're alright as long as you have friends who are there to keep you standing. Proud and tall. Or short and stout. I ended the day with a journey of flashbacks and some overdose of optimism with a friend i've known for more years than i would care to count. As we walked briskly around the neighbourhood we realised that we're actually twenty four this year and sooner or later we'll all be settling down. He asked me if i could handle my own kid, and I answered in a manner which was best left to the imagination. But it's an answer of pure honesty, and one which was entirely defined by the present. We talked for a whole hour, wondering how it would be like to live in a penthouse with a pool the size of the Amazon and a deck the length of the QE2. We talked about old love and new acquaintances, and how many real friends we actually had. And as we slowly walked our way back home, the sun began to set...and we just stood there for a minute as we watched God's wonder laid bare upon our eyes. "It's beautiful," was the last thing we said to one another before we went our separate ways.