Fondue

08Mar09

A dip into one of life’s idiosyncrasies

We were sitting in a quiet booth with matte gold couches in one of those dim-lighted sushi joints, sipping from our tiny cups of hot Ocha. He looked so tired – worn out from the week, I suppose. So I asked him to take a session of forty winks before we headed to our movie, which would last for a whopping two hours and a half.

He obliged, and so I sat there, looking out to where the people were strolling to and fro outside, along the corridors, up and down the escalators. The vast majority of them, if not all, who were walking outside looked plain and ordinary to me; mundane, mediocre. Just immense amounts of third parties flashing past my life, fulfilling their day to day duties, hustling and bustling about for whatever reason of which I have no relevance to. They were of no importance to me whatsoever. It didn’t matter whether they lived or not, if not for the sake of human existence. They looked normal, just like everyone else I haven’t had the opportunity to meet; people I didn’t know, people who I just saw as mere living elements that contributed to the ecosystem, just mere specks of existence that make up this world I live in. No acquaintances. Nothing extraordinary. I felt different for a moment, special. Superior? Well, that’s debatable.

But why the fleeting thought? Because I’m smarter, better, faster, stronger? Definitely not the case. Then why? I don’t know.

But digging deeper, I knew they had lives too, lives just as complicated, just as filled to the brim with content; lives which they would fight for; lives, treasured and cherished, just as sacred, divine and sublime, just like mine. But theirs seemed bland in comparison to mine, in my eyes. Well, just on the surface at least.

Why so? Just somehow. Me being accustomed to my own life and my lack of knowledge about theirs, perhaps. Possibly.

And then it dawned upon me – my life, my existence, my being to them, was just as how I saw theirs – plain and ordinary, a mere third party- it didn’t matter whether I existed or not. Yet, it is extraordinary all the same when you take time to look at it through a different pair of glasses.

The simple, complicated woven lives of mankind. Bloody hell, oxymoron much?

A dip into hot, bubbling chocolate – literally

No, Jin – I meant the fondue.

A dip into.. whatever else there is to dip into

I had my first taste of Tort on paper the other day – it doesn’t seem as easy as it first looked. Trying to advise your ‘clients’ on whether they have right to claim compensation isn’t as simple as it first seemed to be – considering the number of cases I have to remember, bah. It seems pretty normal for high-flying lawyers though. Or first-class Honours students. It’s only a hundred cases! Oh, what’s the big deal?

Oh, brother.

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I don’t actually know where I’m going with this fondue analogy. Someone give me a good thwack on the head for good riddance – I’ve had one too many chocolate-covered strawberries, I reckon. Though I prefer the marshmallows, but that’s besides the point.

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