As young adults, especially far removed from home, we sometimes live a sub-sistence. We exist on a lesser level, we do not really live as such. Work is a drudgery that we all are eager to get out of, a necessary evil to get us the things we need and the things we want.
We live our lives spending the weekdays dreaming of the weekends, and when the weekends do come, they pass too quickly and soon we are faced with the dreaded rinse repeat cycle of the week ahead.
We try to numb ourselves during the weekdays when we get home from work - with You-tubes sticking out of us, keeping us artificially alive; we watch TV, we read each other's blogs and Facebooks, we escape to another world (of Warcraft). Anything to pull us through the weekdays in order to get to the weekends.
These were some of my thoughts back in Malaysia, as I was on the bus headed out to Singapore. Now, six weeks later, although there still is some truth to those thoughts, I realise that it is greatly exaggerated as well.
I've found the time during the week to have cherished catch-up dinner with my friends, and my brother. I've managed to squeeze in some good movies, and good books as well into the week. And working has made time off all the more meaningful and appreciated, with last weekend being an excellent example.
We had a barbeque lunch on Saturday to celebrate the birthday of a dear friend of mine, R, and it was a glorious day to do it in. We had our fill of sausages, lamb, chicken, salads and such in the sunshine. After that we adjourned to her house, where we spent the day just hanging out, playing music, Singstar-ing badly, watching missed series and cartoons, playing Mafia, catching up, laughing out loud.
In a time where everybody's in such a rush to grow up, we were lucky enough to have the chance to be young again, if only for a day.
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