Confessions of a Movie Slut Part Deux

ruminations of one diana, a journalist and cadet reporter obssessed over all things celluloid. a po-mo culturalist who has recently rediscovered her love for writing fiction, she hopes to meet life head-on with less fear and more gusto. these are her confessions.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Bellyaching in the AM.

so a few of the former perthians returned recently for their spring convocation ceremony and boy did they bring the sun with them when they got here (middle of the semester. nuff said). i find myself easing carelessly into their warm and familiar company, udderly marvelled that it feels like they've never left even though i missed them terribly since they left for home a few months ago.

their being here makes me think more about people back home. how much i miss my parents (yes, even my mum.), my cat, my sister and the monkeys she spawned, and especially my nearest and dearest. friends who have morphed into something more than just that. maybe even family. sometimes you don't need blood relations to be family to someone. one of the best things i've learnt from my mum. she's actually wise. i oughtta give her more credit.

i find myself going through pictures from the year thus far. i look at all these faces and remember the simple beauty of things that i tend to forget. of which i wish i did less often. forget that is. yet at the same time, i can't help but feel a little sad knowing that so much must have changed and moved on since we last met, talked, laughed, cried, joked. or just stayed quiet and still on a hot, lazy afternoon. i feel sad that i'm missing out on a large chunk of their lives which i ultimately want to be part of mine too. there's only so much phoning and e-mailing could do. and we find more often than not that we're swept away by the current traffic of our lives. i look forward to going home to these people and yet i'm terrified. i long for their company and yet at times, i want to stay alone. they say no man is an island. bullcrap. maybe the person who made that up that wasn't thinking of women. u can turn into one just fine if u place yourself in a vaccum for far too long. i just pray i haven't been in there as long as it feels i did.

it's 3:10 am right now. man, i need to find a better time to do these things.