Saturday, October 21, 2006
my departure from the coolest age to be
I'm re-writing, I mean, intensively re-constructing a submitted factsheet for an improved one that proposes a better feature story for Hype magazine. But as the end of another chapter of my life looms dangerously closer, I'll just need to spend some time with myself and simply reflect on the eventful past year.
Words fail to do justice really. When i was much younger, I'd lose myself in this fantasy of being 18 and being this individual possessing these ideal characteristics. 18 was just the age to be. Now that time and reality has caught up with me, I can gladly say that the ups and downs, they were all worth it. I'll miss being you 18. Thank you for everything you taught me. You were really cool, just the way i imagined being 18 would be.
Tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day,
And head back to the Milky Way?
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind?
Was it everything you wanted to find?
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?
PEACE
he flared his nostrils rapidly [11:52 PM]
Monday, October 16, 2006
'twas the night before the first day of school
Perhaps, a father simply feels a surge of nostalgia as he reminisces about the good ol' days when he would cycle his son to school, in the child's kindergarten and lower primary schooling years. Perhaps, a father just feels this sudden and dire need to reignite that father-son relationship, which weakened with the passing of time, by making his son relive those days. Perhaps, in the context of my amusing life, my father is just downright retarded, because he has been shamelessly cycling me to the mosque almost every night for our praying sessions.
On this particular night, however, I decided to not be retarded (as fun as having your 19-year-old butt freeload on your father's bicycle), by walking there. And as I was having a dandy time, walking to the mosque, inhaling the cool nocturnal air and toxic haze, I saw a young boy hugging and twirling around one of the many pillars that supports the walkway shelter. I casually walked past him, and to my amusement, he walked alongside me. This act was followed by an even more random conversation, initiated by the little boy with big eyes and a button nose:
5-year-old-ish boy: Are you going to the mosque?
Me: Erm, yeah. (Looks around) Are you alone?
5-year-old-ish boy: Yes
Me: (Un-convinced) (Looks back) Is that your mum?
5-year-old-ish boy: Yes
Me: (Perplexed by the contradiction, but finding the boy oddly endearing)
5-year-old-ish boy: It's been a long time since I went to the mosque.
Me: Oh.
5-year-old-ish boy: My parents don't go to the mosque.
Me: (Temporary silence follows, as I didn't know exactly how to reply)
As he turned to the right while I prepared myself to jaywalk, I bade farewell, and the strange little boy replied with a well-wish of having a safe trip to the mosque. That marked the end of my rather interesting night.
Well, I've always enjoyed sharing my experiences, and this being the last night of my wonderful holidays (school starts in less than 10 hours!), I decided to go the extra mile by making this journal entry as detailed as my weary mind would allow. Who knows when I'll be free enough to cater to your reading experience, hahaha!
So it's goodbye for now. I have to wake up at 4.45am to serve the family breakfast! Don't forget to wish me luck for my first day of school, biatches!
PEACE
he flared his nostrils rapidly [12:22 AM]
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
the days are getting monotonous
To compensate for the lack of highly-wasteful drama that having a girlfriend can conjure, I immerse myself in shitty school-oriented predicaments. Upon learning that I've been posted to Hype, I came up with this immaculate plan to shift around my class time slots, only to experience a rude awakening as I realised the change is downright unfeasible.
There goes my deluded plan of living Clark Kent's parallel life as a reporter for the school newspaper. Perhaps, fate decided that I move on to other things, considering how I've designed two fantastic issues of Tribune, anyways.
I fared better during the earlier part of my productive afternoon, however. My brother drove my mum and I to the Angsana mall in Johor Baru to do our Hari Raya shopping. Apart from the subtle depression a younger brother feels from being relatively invisible, next to his older brother whom girls checked out at greater regularity, I had an enjoyable time roaming the place for our baju kurungs. I suppose I've always been very family-oriented like that.
Due to a clash of interest in kurung neck cutting (my father favours the kampung-esque telok belangah cutting while my brother and I prefer the cekak musang cutting), we bought two different sets of baju kurung. All three of them were last pieces, anyways, which came across as quite a surprise as it's only halfway through the fasting month! People've been doing their shopping early it seems.
The salesperson also made an interesting comment on how only a certain few can carry off the pair we purchased. Betcha by golly wow, the bull people come up with to sell a few pieces of glamorous cloth. But it was nice to hear that my brother and I were in that exclusive few, nonetheless.
PEACE
he flared his nostrils rapidly [9:35 PM]
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
the home with its people and cats is where the heart is
My kitchen currently bears striking resemblances to the aftermath of an explosion scene in a third-world country. It's been stripped of nearly everything that makes a kitchen a kitchen; the wooden cabinets, tabletops and even the stove. Everything was dismantled to make way for new furnishing or sent away for revarnishing.
This produced a ripple effect throughout the entire house, unfortunately. Due to the lack of space in emptying the contents of the cabinets, absolutely everything was placed on the floor of our dining area. I can only imagine how disturbing it would be for future guests to be greeted by the startling sight of cups, glasses, pots, pans and what have you randomly lying about.
On a more optimistic note, all renovation work are set for completion before the onset of Hari Raya. I'm just hoping for one of those miraculous moments you see on those face-lift, home renovation shows.
The paralysis caused by the absence of an actual kitchen is the only major downfall these holidays. One thing I can smile proudly about is the setting up of the wireless internet connection. And I'm telling you, privacy really is bliss. It also feels awesome to have bought the re-router equipment with my own working money. Shout-outs to Zee for her willingness to accompany me to Sin Lim Square to get the best deals for the equipment and actually coming over to my place later that night to set it up for me.
Oh yes, before I forget, I excitedly announce that I HAVE A NEW KITTEN! The newbie is first and foremost, female, is heart-breakingly adorable and ridiculously feisty. She's a down-ass street cat yo. Here's the link to a home video I recorded of her yesterday night.
PEACE
he flared his nostrils rapidly [4:47 PM]