I am a beacon to a great deal of ugliness in the human condition
Saturday 5th Jan

I wait quietly, patiently, but all I hear are unfamiliar footsteps and voices echoing along the corridor. I grope for my pen; am lost without it. Time hangs still around me.

You would think that I'd have learnt my lesson well enough by now, but somehow I always get this urge to organise a gathering, to see old friends again... so we'd go through all the pleasantries, threading through a maze of e-mails and ICQs and SMSs, mere words that somehow always blinds me to a very simple fact that some people just don't bother, and I have had the ill fortune to have met a great number of them. I'd like to scream at them once in a while, and in fact, I do, but really...

So I spend half my life whiling my time away waiting in vain along for people who will never turn up. I just love being stood up by friends.

Sometimes I don't even get a slap to the face.