beatles

Its a rainy Tuesday, the kind of Tuesday that you wouldn't want an ideal Tuesday to be. My ideal Tuesday involves hedonistic feasting during breakfast followed by a nap in the Medi sunshine. Not waking up to go to work would also fall under my category of an ideal Tuesday. I'm in this room in the office where a few people huddle over even fewer computer screens dangerously perched on this impossibly small coffee table, wires, papers, legs dangling over edges of cushion, lacquer, keyboards. A small radio plays from one corner infusing a slightly retro feel to the place. The only retro thing about the room is the meagre salary the pay me.

I have just finished a Hershey's sundae pie, surfing the net for lyrics, typing in random names in google, watching the clock.. and i have absolutely nothing to do. so i decided to write. Now, when you write, you simply must have an audience or reader in mind. Now who is MY reader? My target market, so to speak. Images of people flash through my mind. I'm sure whoever is reading this line would agree with me when i say that different people would have different reactions to different written thoughts and words. On second thought, anyone with basic reasoning skills would agree. -nod nod-

But, here is some advice. If you are too worried about offending, not appearing "hip" or "interesting" to a "reader", then please keep your thoughts to yourself. Because i can think of 8 people right now who will absolutely abhor what i have written so far and probably click on the delete button in their Internet/ www.com infested heads and my words will just be a mangled mess of letters. Im not bitter. i just sound bitter. And they are 2 completely different things.

My motivation to write comes from the demise of my friend Y, from the economically active world after she finished her emailing days working as an intern at a company which shall, from now on be known ONLY by its acronym, to avoid speculation and scandal, AFP.

My first proper post. Not bad. NOw if only people would come read it. I'll pass out flyers.