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Wednesday, September 17, 2008

The Latter

I was coming home from the office. The day was long and tiring. I had a very long and rather hard meeting in the morning, one that we finally wrapped up at two o'clock. I slouched back in my cubical with very little things in my head. All of my energy had been tapped up by the meeting.

I gave my subordinates several pointers, letting them know the latest updates and encouragements. I made several mental notes to update my own schedule, chat to several freelancers over the internet, pulled several decisions, and back to updating my facebook.

I left at six, just in time to break my fast. I managed to drink a cup of tea and headed home with a book that just arrive from my literary agent. In the taxi, on my way home, with an empty stomach and faint bitter taste in mouth, I only long for a meal. Nothing else.

But nothing else is what I got. Living alone sometimes means that you're alone. I don't get the privilege to go home and find a warm meal waiting. So I grabbed my instant mashed potato, fixed it up and ate. Alone.

And that wasn't enough. So I went downstairs to my refrigerator and grab the ice cream I've been saving just for days like these, lonely and miserable.

One, two, three scoops went down. My eyes goes from one corner of the room to the other. I need to review the book. So I took it and started to read.

After several pages, I realized something. I was eating ice cream and doing work at home. That could mean one of two things, I'm totally pathetic that I need ice cream to boost my spirit to do my overloaded work at home. Or, I'm this very lucky girl who can enjoy one the world's best ice cream whilst having to read a really good book as a job description.

I sat still fro while.

I'm the latter, for sure.

I put the leftovers back in the fridge and took a bath. The bitter taste still lingered in my mouth. But I didn't care that much. I think I'll wrap the 410 pages in four hours before deciding to ditch the good book. My boss said earlier that it's probably too thick to be translated but told me to read it anyway. She said it's one of the perks of working in publishing, getting good books to read for free.

The bitter taste came back. I think I want a warm chocolate to wash away the taste. Besides, it's raining outside and I can use the time waiting for the water to boil in the kitchen to think about what I'm going to cook for my friends at home for sahur tomorrow. A stir fry of broccoly and fried tempe would be great.

 

Yeah, I'm definitely the latter.

. at 8:28 AM

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