Mundane Nothings

It's beginning to hurt. I have like a week left to finish up all these bloody pieces of schmuck they call homework. I know, I could have started them at an earlier date, but I blatantly didn't want to. I just wanted to bask, carelessly in the moment. You know, watch the sunrise in my sleep coz I've become too much of a bum to rise any earlier than 12nn, pretend it is raining outside and snuggle deeper into the covers of my bed, allow bon jovi to serenade over the blaring sounds of my mother's nagging and eat in bed. That last one, I still have not fulfilled. I'm too traumatised by the prospect of having cockroaches scurry around my bed. But, all in good time. I wanna have breakfast in bed...someday. So yeah, I was saying... I didn't want to finish up my homework. Alas! I've no choice now, and not much time as well. Damn. And, worst thing is, I can't swear. Heh. It's part of the whole deal with the new year resolution. No swearing. Na da. Hope i coul...

I know, I know, Sg's had their own Mob Flash as well, but this particular one, in Belgium gave me goosebumps that last longer. Yes, the goosebumps are a measure of how amazing these MOb Flashes can be. I long to be in one, someday... Yeah right. I'm too shy for it really, but it would be nice to stumble upon one, unsuspectingly. ;) Enjoy this bit.

In the light of hearing about possessed beings and wanton celestial activities, I am kicked into spiritual mode. And Kahlil Gibran's literary works come in handy at such a moment. Suddenly devoured by this huge gust of placid inspirational fiction. Lets bask in his words now, shall we... “ Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. ” “ The deeper that sorrow carves into your being the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven? ” "Woman… Was created from the rib of a Man, not from his head to be above him, not from his feet to be walked upon, but by his side to be equal, near to his arms to be protected, and closed to his heart to be loved…" “ I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet, strange, I am ungrateful to thos...

My mum used the word "cool" today, and not on the weather, mind you. She made a comment about a newly acquired hooded top. I stopped, gawked and asked her to repeat herself. The "cool" disappeared the second time around. I'm still baffled. My youngest sis and I got mum and dad to watch Russel Peters. My dad thinks he rocks. I always knew he did. Now, when we call daddy cheap, he'd admit it graciously. The little perks of being indian. :) I had so much to talk about, but when I logged in, the thoughts just gradually fade away. Thats so not fair. ...

A relapse. Its that time again, when I go head over heels over this guy and his comrades. Its insane. I know they are coming to town again, and this time, I am gonna be there. Hell yeah. I'll get there even if I have to skip a day of work. Damn. I would do anything to be in that massive crowd of people, screaming his lyrics out, along with him. It's gonna be phenomenal. I shall surrender to his orgasmic serenades! In the meantime, I shall try and fit all his lyrics into my head. Grrrr ~

It was sedating, at first. After a while, I became numb to the ever changing variable around me. Only the stagnant subjects remained in my sight. It was ... peaceful. I loved it. It has been a while since I last felt this blissful. I want to do this more often. Today, I discovered the existence of a place called Ann Siang Park... I never knew it existed, till like today. "In my world, everyone's a pony and they all eat rainbow and poop butterflies..." -Go watch Horton. So cute, I wanna live in that world too. And I'd like my very own garden with a turquoise fountain! All in good time huh.

That's it. Walk on by. There is no need to stop and wait and anticipate for something amazing to pop itself out at the most unsuspecting moment. Sometimes, when things don't go our way, we oughta just walk on by. I'm going for a long walk...

If only everything came in just one colour...the same benign colour white-washing the entire landscape of our being. Only shapes and sizes would matter. We'd need to feel and touch and scrutinize beyond just the surface of its existence. We'd need to taste and smell our way around. Wouldn't that be nice? I'd be blue and you'd be blue and they'd be blue. We'd all bask under the blue blue sky and slurp blue mock tails and have scoops of blueberry ice-cream in a blue wafer cone. I'd look into your blue eyes and together we'd build blue sandcastles in the air. We are all blue and that's all that matters. No figures or numbers or materialistic credentials to sustain. If only...

Finally. It was D day. The much awaited paintball session finally manifested itself today. I had an awesome time with these newly found bunch. I couldn't thank them enough for making my day. Hell, probably my week ey . A beautiful shot of fun to my oh-so mundane holiday. :) I was actually decked in that thing they call the number 4, from head to toe, cause it was supposed to cushion the blow from each shot. But guess what, I didn't get any body shots...(except for the one behind, which was what they call a friendly fire, thanks Azlinda !) Instead, the only injury I sustained was on my knee, no thanks to an unnecessary, self-induced slide. Uncalled for. Actually that was totally a result of the pre -game video that the guys showed on the screen at the briefing area. I guess it was meant to amp your spirits and you know, psyche you. Amped and psyched me up big time, it sure did! Nonetheless, it was worth all the pain! Fairuz , thanks for setting all this up for us! (Damn, I'm...

My new year resolution always comes in a wee bit earlier than the rest. I'm gonna promulgate to the whole world (assuming the world reads my blog, that is), I have managed to keep to my current new year resolution! Hurrah! Well done. Santa, did you read that? Now, get your act together and get me the 1st present on my list k? Anyways, me being me, I've spent my idling mode brooding over a worthy resolution for the coming year. And voila, I finally got it! "To be less hell-bound" Simple. And it says it all. No smoking or drinking or gossiping ( a lil is fine though, keeps insanity out of the way) or missing prayers or talking back to the elders or taking drugs or fighting with the neighbourhood thugs or setting fire to my mum's plants or breaking the vases at home while vacuuming the place or not drying the laundry or keeping my room in a state of pandemonium or letting my friends wait on me or eating too slowly that it troubles people around me or taking out my r...

Yeah. For real. Finally got down to reading Mark Haddon's The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time. Hmm... I couldn't quite lucidly word out the feelings this book evoked, but it leaves me feeling rather unsettled, for some weird reason. Odd. I mean, I understand the twist people were promulgating about. But the twist manifested itself like mid way through the book and the mystery, directly reflected by the title of the book is solved, also mid-way through the book. Normally, that would have irked me, but not this book. I stayed on with it till the end. The ending I would say, beautifully fades itself out. Its not mind blowing though. It leaves you thinking and appreciating mathematics and logic a whole lot more. It would probably also get you to see autism in a different light altogether. Not as profound as the aftermath of reading The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. That was phenomenal. It sits with you for the next couple of weeks. The six people the lit...

I can't believe I missed War on Wheels. Damn it. Anyways, heres a list of museums in Singapore, apart from many others, I'll bet. See, I told ya we had more than merely 4 museums. Pffrttt... Army Museum of Singapore Art Retreat Museum Asian Civilisations Museum Baba House HealthZone ...

School's finally taking the backseat as the holidays start streaming in. It feels weird. Its too good to be true. I've literally got nothing breathing down my neck, no pressing datelines, no pesky tutors asking for another pot of gold from the dragon's lair, no annoying juveniles and their unearthly demands...Na da ! Life, currently, is so good it feels like it should be made illegal. This is sooo wrong. I mean, its something I could surely get used to, and that essentially makes up the bulk of my worries. Impending worries rather. I am basking in my status quo like no other. The idling period i call it. I love it. Love it to bits and I wish for it to never cease. I know...unlikely...but one can only wish for something like that. I got so used to waking up at 5 every morning and just going about the routines, that these idling period got me running out of my house at 5 just to clock in a few rounds at the park. Don't ask. I'm getting fatter, in case you haven'...