If there is a theme song to my life as of right now, this would be it.
Dark, ambient and noir jazz. Just hits the spot.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
City Boy
If there is a theme song to my life as of right now, this would be it.
Dark, ambient and noir jazz. Just hits the spot.
Monday, October 8, 2012
The Infinite
Just a memory from long ago. Peering from the sides of the boat, into the ever blue. Ever waving.
I've read from somewhere that waves act as carriers. That the reason waves exist is because energies are being transferred through them, moving from molecule to molecule.
Sorta like a whispering game but no one messes up.
These endless waves that I keep staring at for hours. As if timeless. To be more poetic, since time immemorial I suppose.
Can't help but imagine how much a powerhouse the planet is to create such constant waves, day in, day out.
Such a constant flow of energy. Such an infinite flow of energy.
Where does it come from?
I've read from somewhere that waves act as carriers. That the reason waves exist is because energies are being transferred through them, moving from molecule to molecule.
Sorta like a whispering game but no one messes up.
These endless waves that I keep staring at for hours. As if timeless. To be more poetic, since time immemorial I suppose.
Can't help but imagine how much a powerhouse the planet is to create such constant waves, day in, day out.
Such a constant flow of energy. Such an infinite flow of energy.
Where does it come from?
Friday, October 5, 2012
The Family's Guard Dog
Today my over-protective side came over me when one of my sisters failed to report of their whereabouts, nearing the wee hours.
My casual, irresponsible and freewheeling self was suddenly engulfed by the fires of conviction, duty and extreme xenophobia.
A feeling that was quite rare for me these days.
The whole issue was resolved quickly, surprisingly. And thankfully.
Thought that I may even have overreacted.
Which is again, something that I very rarely go through.
Despite my ever deadening self, it is reassuring to know there is still life within me.
That I still care.
My casual, irresponsible and freewheeling self was suddenly engulfed by the fires of conviction, duty and extreme xenophobia.
A feeling that was quite rare for me these days.
The whole issue was resolved quickly, surprisingly. And thankfully.
Thought that I may even have overreacted.
Which is again, something that I very rarely go through.
Despite my ever deadening self, it is reassuring to know there is still life within me.
That I still care.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Feeling Old
One of the best pleasures in life is to retreat to the quiet little town of Cyberjaya and have your nicotine fix undisturbed. And watch the smoke and time fly away.
My pleasures in life, at least. Don't have a lot of them left.
Feeling older than I did yesterday. No particular reason though. No birthdays were celebrated. No awards were given.
It is just that aspirations do not aspire like they did before. Dreams do not inspire like they did before. Good will does not give you a sense that the world is on track as it is supposed to be. Not anymore.
And "love" has already become another cliche.
Maybe this is what old people are supposed to feel like.
My pleasures in life, at least. Don't have a lot of them left.
Feeling older than I did yesterday. No particular reason though. No birthdays were celebrated. No awards were given.
It is just that aspirations do not aspire like they did before. Dreams do not inspire like they did before. Good will does not give you a sense that the world is on track as it is supposed to be. Not anymore.
And "love" has already become another cliche.
Maybe this is what old people are supposed to feel like.
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