Thursday, August 10, 2006
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Thursday, August 03, 2006
Somebody's Home::what's playing:: Broken Toy - Keane::
::moodflash::
It has been a while innit? Since I raised my head to do a little typing here at this cyber home which is filled with cobwebs and what-nots due to a recent spate of inactivity. I'm actually trying to figure out just how I should proceed with moving in to a room that has probably an inch of dust covering every imaginable surface. Truth be told, one reason why I've put off collecting the key is simply because of the daunting task of cleaning I face ahead. It's times like this I wish I had a maid to *ahem* kindly help out with the cleaning. I'm not spoilt, just dirt-adverse. And there IS a difference.
Oh, I'm heading to Genting with the family and the boyfriend on Friday. And that would be the closest I get to a holiday. Sigh. But the eating should be good there so I'm not complaining much. However, I expect myself to be maxalon-ridden throughout the ride, which should keep me in a happy comatose for a while. Alas, the woes of being travel-intolerant.
How dreary can the weather be? It's wither blazing hot or thundering away with raindrops the size of maltesers (and bigger). I hope the weatherman decides to be more moderate in his temperement when deciding whether to give the world hailstorms of droughts. And I'm being so extreme I should probably stop.
And I think I should shake off this sense of randomness that cloaks me. It's not a bad thing, but I can't think straight.
[I'm such a couch potato I think I feel buds growing from me]
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Tippity-tapwhat's playing::nothing but the sound of keyboards::
moodflash:: hum-drum
I should suppose that if I get caught I would be in a bit of a bind for slacking off during office hours. But the office is nice and quiet with most people not around and I'm pretty much taking advantage of that. Afterall, they'd be back in the afternoon and that's when I'll make up for my lack of productivity by calling more.
I'm in extraordinarily lazy mood now. More so than usual. Maybe it's the prospect of the weekend looming ahead that makes the weekdays (or what's left of it) far more bearable. But I'm probably not going to be doing much during the weekend anyway so I'm going to have to figure out what to make out of it.
Sometimes I think I lead the most boring life EVER and what's worse is that I'm way too lazy to do anything about it. So for now it's just stagnancy. But I can live with that. *wink*
One of the main office ladies is back. So much for slacking.
And theyakult is finally taking effect. I've never felt less constipated in my life.
Thank heavens for a fridge in the office.
I'm on the 4th day of the "1 Week Porridge Eating Lunch Plan" .
I shall persevere!
Haha.
And a dinner date tonight has me counting down the hours easier.
*heart*
[my eyesight deteoriates]
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Marathon Nosewhat's playing::maybe I'm amazed - jem::
moodflash:: flu-ish
I can't believe this. I'm absent on the 2nd day of work. Oh what a way to place an impression of sorts. Oh, a positive one.
[blankblank]
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Babysittingwhat's playing::train in vain - annie lennox::
moodflash:: peaceful
After spending the day hearing a cantankerous baby alternating between screeching blue murder and gurgling at me, I honestly think babysitting is a damn hard job. But one that's pretty worth it when the baby breaks into a toothless grin and gibbers baby talk at you in all earnestness. Even though I don't understand him. And even though he drools a whole lot and loves amusing himself with saliva. But adorable nevertheless.
Finished watching the entire season of Matantei Loki Ragnarok.
魔探偵ロキ ＲＡＧＮＡＲＯＫ
Oooh... Uber cutie characters!!!
I think I'm such a fanatic over anime that it's silly. But I can't help it!
Anyways, the family dinner resulted in a nat with red sausage lips. Alright, figuratively. Went to Sammy's Curry Restaurant @ Dempsey Road for some good ol' Indian food. Was pretty sceptical when daddy said that it would be spicy. And after one mouthful, I wished I has listened more seriously before heaping a scoopful of curry gravy all over my briyani rice. Oh, the meals are served on banana leaves! As in, there're no individual plates. Rather, they lay banana leaved in front of you and then go around spooning heaps of briyani/white rice, cucumber, some yellow sauce, and curry gravy all over the banana leaves. So basically, I daresay they don't do much washing.
The HOT HOT HOT fish curry.
Ta-dah!!
Looks spicy no?
[chill-pill]
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Homewhat's playing::that's when i love you - aslyn::
moodflash:: good
Waking at up this time is such a luxury that I want to get used to. And the day seems so nice that it seems a waste to sleep it away. So up I am, fully anticipating the nonsense I can now do, all the anime I can watch, all the books I can read, all the web surfing I can do (subject to connection availability)... So on so forth. But the point is, I'm free.
And I still can't get over it.
It's been so so long since i had quality time with the boyfriend. Though dark clouds loomed ahead, I hoped it wouldn't rain the whole time I was there, and it didn't. Rain, gentle rain started falling when I got home and tucked myself into bed. And it was a good night.
Beautiful innit?
Now I really wish I've got a digital camera to play around with.
Random shots.
So cute!!
:P
This just goes to show that I truly am THE bigfeet.
[peace]
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Mommy... It's OVER!!!what's playing::cry - kym marsh::
moodflash:: relieved
Alright. Technically, the dreaded horror of exams have not blown over yet. There's still the 107 to go through before I can truly heave a sigh of relief. However, that doesn't stop me from experiencing pre-mature joy after completing 5 papers over the span on 4 days (save a day without any papers). While it may be too soon to yell and scream for pure unadulterated happiness seizing me by the scruff of the neck, I should think I can have a short respite of relaxation. Afterall, the practical side of me calmly and non-too-kindly indicates that I may not be so elated come June when the results are out. But for now, I shall rejoice and ignore the fact that I might not take too kindly to the shoddy results I would be receiving.
Funnily enough, I'm anticipating home.
Yes.
Despite the fact that I have never felt an attachment to it, perhaps because I took home for granted. But again, in all honestly, it was sheer selfishness and the desperate craving for the freedom to do anything I want to at anytime that made hostel staying so so appealing. And stayed in hostel I did, hardly returning except for the routine weekends and occasional lazy lapses where I return to my creature comforts. Or perhaps it was my stubborn nature that made me stay resolutely in hall. The examinations has resulted in a self-imposed period of stay in hall, shut up in the room to simply study. Desperately cramming all I could in this limited grey matter I possess.
More than 7 days shut up in a dreary room with grey walls and suspicious looking stains, inherited from previous inhabitants. With an even more dreary weather of heat, humidity, alternating with tumulteous storms reminding one of a Wuthering Heights environment. It was as if there was a need for divine punishment on this earthly world filled from one nook to another cranny with sin and injustice. As if there was a need to remind the earthly inhabitants just who was in charge, by sending bolts of lightning and crashing cymbals of thunder as the rain hurled down heavy and hard-handed. Maybe sometimes it's a reminder that in all our pursuits for that additional salary, that additional desire, that additional anything, there is a need, a pressing need to stop and ponder about what your life is all about. In the midst of the thunderstorm, all I could do was to stare at beating rain, imaging them one day as arrows of fire raining down when judgement calls. And all I would be able to do in the fact of such majestic terror is to fall on my knees and weep for the darkness of my soul. And fervently pray that maybe, He can find it in him to forgive one as hedonistic as I.
I never realised how close one could come to extreme breaking point, merely by being alone.
At least, physically.
I never really believed that a person could be on the verge of losing sanity just by being alone. While saying that I had experienced it would be rather far-fetched, I must admit that I can only humbly eat my words, or in this case, thoughts, about people being weak willed just because they could not tolerate the oppressing silence of your soul weighing down on you, pressing down relentlessly.
Am I making sense here?
I doubt.
How should I explain this, to myself?
It isn't the idea of being alone that gnaws away at you. In a room so small and bare to the point that the room itself looks ashamed at being so naked despite human habitation. Facing the same hated materials, and hating myself even more for having nothing. No courage, no gumption, no determination, no independence, nothing at all. Yet having to face the task of plodding on, on and on and on and on because I simply cannot give up. All the while my insides twisting with raw agony, resisting what the mind knows it needs to do. Oddly enough, I felt driven by primal desire. I reacted to my environment, wishing to be wild and lash back at the storms that punish me and punish me more. But I am tame and can only cower in the confines of 4 walls, pacing and pacing, round and round the cage that imprisons. Frustration building and I can only wonder how animals in zoos tolerate it. Tolerate their tameness when their basic nature is to be wild. Tolerate the indignities of being fed when their basic nature is to hunt. Tolerate their lack of freedom when their basic nature is to roam free.
I never liked being caged, yet I return.
I never liked being dependent, yet I return.
I never liked being forced to conform, yet I return.
I never liked being helpless, yet I return.
I never liked being homing, yet I return.
Whatever happens, wherever I go, whatever I do,
I return.
But would you take me back into your embrace?
[Maman once said that a man could get used to anything - L'etranger, Camus]