lost and found

meooowwwww....

myo just arrived home about half an hour ago and had a sheepish smile as he entered his room. and then i knew he was feeling guilty.

apparently, myo was on a shopping frenzy on his off day today buying more pants and more jeans (although he justifies that he can't fit into his pants anymore) and more t shirts and more polos. major retail therapy session going on if you ask me.

i knew later after trying to pacify me with a new bag of crystal litter (only!) that he spent the day catching up with his former desk mate who just returned from israel, syria, turkey and the middle east countries. she, yes i repeat SHE went away for 7 months all by herself trying to find herself. a chinese girl journeying through the middle east countries, clearly an anomaly amidst the burqas.

i remember how myo got a little pensive then when she left. wondering whether he would ever do such a thing. or could even afford to do such a thing. financially, physically and emotionally.

he has mentioned to me once about how he already felt lost at home. how can he be found then in alien surroundings he asked. where is his haven? and what is he hoping to find? is it a bearing to further map his life's course? or a foothold to anchor?


while myo tries to locate his answers, i shall now dig the new mountain of crystal litter to cover up my crap....

prurrrrrrrr....