But then again, why not?
It is not like you cared, anyway.
Light hues of blue sprayed on the white canvas, stretching on for miles above. See the stars shining tonight; but are they truly shining for you? They come in colours red, green and blue. If you do not catch them, they might not come by again for some days. Blink, blink, and blink. Flicker. Fade. In.
Toss and turn. Shadows move on the walls. Close your eyes; see the bright dots and little specks of colours play in the dark like fireworks in the night. Inadvertently, predictably, drifting off to a place where no one knows; the tiny spot at the edge of your mind that clings on to you tirelessly. Flicker, flicker, and flicker. Blink. Fade. Out.
I seriously think all this job-hunting and resume writing is starting to get into me.
I think you, too, will have to admit that it is a little bit strange when the kindergarten headmistress you have not seen for more than a decade comes visiting and generously hands you an ang pow. I do. And inevitably, my mind rewinds back to those days, just like how it almost always does, for the thirty-fifth time in a slow-going week.
But hey, you do realise that this is getting a bit mundane, does it not?