Are We There Yet?

Dated 13 December 2012

No one really knew when racism started, or if it was already ingrained in us but everyone knew when it ended. The 13th of September. The host of calamities that struck various regions on Earth was so sudden and so devastating that the newspaper just could not keep up with the incessant updates - even till now. It is like an intractable domino effect, where human lives are knocked down like white pins in a bowling alley. We have only one option. To stick together and face this soon-to-be ineffaceable memory, that is if we even live long enough to survive this period.

From the giant quakes that shook Australia to the eruptions of several volcanoes in Africa that spewed molten lava which razed anything in its path. From the gargantuan tornadoes that tore everything  in the United States of America to the raging tsunamis which engulfed and inundated nearly the whole of Hong Kong, Japan and Korea. From the snow storms that ravaged Russia to the violent hurricanes that stormed South America. The areas straddled by the disasters are so large that even if you are in the heart of a jungle right in the middle of China, you still wouldn't be safe; where forest fires are so pervasive due to the drastic increase in the earth's temperature - 27 to 33 degree Celsius.

We can only hold our hands together and voice a silent prayer.

4:13

Well it was 4:13 when i wanted to write this, an odd time to stare at, on the face of the clock as the hour hand swivels languorously, its movements the result of the slow yet continuous revolution of the minute hand which is in turn systematically affected by the second hand, tenaciously ticking away, each hand inscrutably involved in a complex mechanism of gears and ancillary springs.

My drooping eyes notwithstanding, i desperately desired to discover the culminations of all the sensual powerful sex which cast an obscure veil over the most cunning plans, each seeking to attain a selfish unparalleled objective; all these revolving around three characters in this novel i finally finished. Breathtaking.

So much so that now all i feel is this longing to satiate my want to embark on another novel novel just to replace my despondence, clearly the consequence of arriving at the end of this moving story, in which a familiar aphorism kept pulsating throughout the pages...

never trust a woman.

Despicable.

I thoroughly dislike it when i face moments like these - blogaphasia.

It's not much of a personally-crafted portmanteau but it roughly denotes a situation where i, with my insufficient arsenal of vocabulary words find it an uphill battle trying to precisely paint with words what i have in mind.

It's like as if i want to flavor a Shakespeare-worthy poem with rudimentary words.

Purpose and Parents,

I finally understood the reason behind the tepid effort i put in when it comes to blogging, of late.

Let me explain. I write posts here when i experience a sudden enlightenment which culminates into perhaps 'new-found' ideas which i find [ at that moment in time ] strangely sententious and irrevocably intelligent. BUT these random thoughts are mostly short in nature. So because i am incessantly offered such an astounding array of websites, ones where i am presented glorious opportunities to 'pen' down my funnies or preconceived notions in a manner where brevity is the way to go; i tend to produce a lackluster performance HERE. Because for me, a blog is where you expand your ideas with words, like adding leaves of substance to a stem of thoughts, like adding flesh to the exposed bones; like scooping a ball of ice cream and smacking it on an empty cone. geez.

And don't you think parents are mired in an intractable quandary. They have worked and toiled and suffered and persevered so that we could have a non-tumultuous free-of-labour childhood, yes? But on the other hand they don't want us to laze around like it's Sunday everyday. sorry i digress.

i'm here to stay.

You know, every now and then, we'd have a certain song by a certain singer, a song that we long to hear repetitively over a protracted period of time, one where the rhythm seems to soothe our receptive ears eternally, never appearing dull; nor would it drone itself into monotonous lines of words.

Well, i have three of those songs, not one.

2012,

Few years back we would have scoffed at the very idea of a Hollywood 'Disaster' movie coming to life. Voila. With the diversified media coverage that subtly seeps into our daily lives, we cannot subconsciously escape from knowing the most recent updates despite the fact that most of us are barely cognizant of the chaos around us, much like how donkeys are aware of the presence of black holes.

Remember the scene where the towering wave of green seawater rushes to land at a ferocious speed in 2012? Well swivel the 'Dramatic Knob' a little lower and you will see it on your local news, where such a disastrous calamity is reported, ironically, in the boring mundane manner of the lackluster newscasters. The level of devastation is just unbelievable. It is clearly beyond an insurmountable force here;  as the whole world watches helplessly - how the unending gush of seawater destroys and ravages anything in its path.

You will see the fortunate survivors crying, hanging on for their dear lives and doing all they can to help others. But you will never, ever be able to empathize them. Because you don't see buildings being ripped apart by water, buildings you pass by everyday, buildings you have been to, even buildings you have seen being constructed. You don't live in the propinquity of an endangered nuclear reactor that emits poisonous hazardous and invisible radiation into the air. You don't lose everything that you have assiduously worked for for the past ten years. You don't have to see people die in front of your eyes, maybe even loved ones.

Yet here on the other side of the world we have autocrats going about their buffoonery under some delusional mindset, whilst killing many in the process.

To an unbiased outsider, we seem to be gladly rushing towards the 'End of the World' with our hands wide open, as if all the natural catastrophes that have torn the land asunder aren't enough.

Well, I guess that is what it takes to be human.

support the porn industry single-handedly.

why blindly venture into a relationship when you can't even live by yourself happily? it's like asking why dip your hands into a beehive. or why jump out of the 100th floor with a towel. or why press the snooze button when you know you are already going to be late for work.

ramifications ramifications ramifications. that's all there is to it. if you think that by sacrificing your 'single status', it would lead to accruing bliss, then you are in for an unpleasant shock. you'd realize it justifies nothing. you gain nothing substantial.

learn to explore new things in life. learn to notice and observe your surroundings, the frantic colors, the incessant noise or the unending sky. learn to open yourself up to opportunities. learn to say yes. learn to fill your mind up with 'I'. learn to widen your horizon of knowledge. and most importantly learn to understand yourself. the things you desire. the things you need. the things you like.

tomorrow,

some days i wake up wanting to be an engineer. other days thoughts of  understanding the human mind fill, well THIS human mind. some days..i just want to study what happened, what is still happening and what WILL happen to the world economy. other days i long to travel the world, discovering cultures and experiencing new lifestyles.

but not today. today i woke up to reality.

Is that Captain Barbossa?!

if you for one second think that that is the captain of the Black Pearl, then you are in trouble. I am reading Black Swan and no it's not THE 'Black Swan' mind you, i wouldn't read a book on a movie which i didn't find entirely satisfying. Instead it's a book that covers the most random issues and offers different points of view.