Back to basics!

I've started writing in my diary again.

I used to yeaaaars ago, till the age of 12 or 13 I think.

At the time the highlight of my week used to be stuff like " I took this new kinda candy to school today and shared it with my friends. They all liked it. I am happy (cos I was popular for that one day, not cos of my generous giving spirit)!"

:P

For some weird reason, I find it easier to articulate when I'm writing as opposed to typing. Not sure why that is. And this is true even though I'm more careful about what I write than what I blog. Cos you know... blogged stuff can be deleted, but what's written is more permanent! I don't want to take a look through my diary 5 years hence and see an entry about boy-trouble and crap and think "sheeesh! How silly was I!" And god forbid someone ELSE read my entries and think the same! *horrors*

So yeah.. I'm writing more and blogging less.. all the better I'd say... considering that this blog is in dire need of a major revamp.

On other news... my keychain... which I'd been carrying around since 2003, broke.

I was in a involved in a drunken tug-of-war with a friend who was trying to drive me home but I wouldn't let him cos I insisted on driving. He got the keys and I got the keychain.

That keychain was my link to Delhi. I got it from the place I was working at at the time.

It made me a little sad, but maybe it's a little fitting. It was time to change I guess.

Gonna sign off with this quote from Grey's Anatomy:

Change; we don’t like it, we fear it, but we can't stop it from coming. We either adapt to change or we get left behind. And it hurts to grow, anybody who tells you it doesn’t is lying. But here's the truth...the more things change, the more they stay the same. And sometimes, oh, sometimes change is good. Oh, sometimes, change is...everything.

Life - a blink and it's over.

I've been busy.

I've been going to Abu Dhabi every weekend for the F1 marshal training. Which leaves me exhausted as it's a 150km drive away, and once I get there, I have to stand in the sun for endless hours watching cars whizz by at lightning speed while trying to capture the numbers of the cars and do the usual marshaling thing.

Then there's Gitex . As I work in IT, this is one of our biggest events of the year.

On top of it all, my mum's been nagging me about the whole marriage thing.

I'm 29 years old, and you'd think that the nagging would stop and they'd just let me be. But no. They still try to set me up, still try to "reason with" me and make me " think straight".

Yesterday, mom said that I need to get married to have someone to go to when my parents are not around anymore.

I would put that as Reason#234 from my mom's list of "Reasons to Marry". (and no, love does not figure in the list).

I thought a lot about what she said. About what I'd do when my folks aren't there anymore. Who would be there? I was thinking about what she said about how I don't have anyone.

And earlier this evening, I got a text from S.

Our friend H's dad had passed away.

H, her mom and her sister had left for India just the previous night and today, in the afternoon, while her dad was taking a nap, he died in his sleep.

It was a peaceful death. Her younger brother was the only one in the house at the time, and he called the cops when he failed to wake his dad up. The medics said he'd been dead for 3 hours.

Life is so fleeting. And we waste so much of it doing insignificant tasks and stuff that doesn't really count for anything. But then again, who's to say what is significant and what is not, right?

I wonder now... what have I done that was of any significance? Will I be given the chance to find out? What is to become of me?