Life in Technicolour

Oh who am I kidding.
I haven't felt this crazy a mix of emotions in the longest time.

I am anxious as it is. The excitement has died somewhat with the developement of recent events. I need to grieve, but I feel so hollow and so spent.. that I have nothing left to give. I am but a shell of my former self.

And then there's how I want to see all the people who matter most before I go, but Father Time, precious time is not as generous as I'd like him to be. It's not you, it's me.

I hate the fact that I will not be around. For birthdays, weddings, engagements, graduations, farewells, get-togethers, makan/teh sessions, concerts, gigs, poojas, tournaments, pool/tennis/golf games..Right now, I can't for the life of me consider all the new things I'm gonna experience there. I never realised how attached I was to this god forsaken country. It's the people..my people, those I consider my inner circle, who mean so much to me.

There are so many unanswered questions that will only be addressed once i actually land on ausse soil, but its hard not to think that far ahead when I am the way I am.
But just because I'm losing, doesn't mean I'm lost. (Have I mentioned? If I don't end up going for Coldplay, I will effectively be miserable the rest of my time there. I will not be able to live with myself. I have already expounded upon how much their music means to me..I wasn't kidding. I don't actually kid alot. I stopped kidding a long time ago)




MARK ANTONY

Tend me to-night;
May be it is the period of your duty:
Haply you shall not see me more; or if,
A mangled shadow: perchance to-morrow
You'll serve another master. I look on you
As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends,
I turn you not away; but, like a master
Married to your good service, stay till death:
Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more,
And the gods yield you for't!

DOMITIUS ENOBARBUS

What mean you, sir,
To give them this discomfort? Look, they weep;
And I, an ass, am onion-eyed: for shame,
Transform us not to women.


MARK ANTONY

Ho, ho, ho!
Now the witch take me, if I meant it thus!
Grace grow where those drops fall!
My hearty friends,
You take me in too dolorous a sense;
For I spake to you for your comfort; did desire you
To burn this night with torches: know, my hearts,
I hope well of to-morrow; and will lead you
Where rather I'll expect victorious life
Than death and honour. Let's to supper, come,
And drown consideration.

Exeunt