|Memang have to lah, lah.|
I give up. Been trying to clear my mind of extraneous thoughts so that I can write crystal clear prose about why what I want to do will benefit humankind in general, but humankind in general doesn't want to know. So I guess I'll just write and see what comes out, and perhaps after a few paragraphs describing the chaotic noise within, something will crystallize and the right words will come - failing that, maybe my thoughts will ranger themselves in a manner that M. Hercule Poirot would approve of.
When I turned 30
|Sweet peas grown without pee|
There will be more to come. In the next iteration, there will be window boxes of cheerful, colourful flowers that will wave their pretty little heads in the wind, and two troughs of sweet peas. Then the Japanese maples will come marching in, perhaps a clematis or two, a rambling rose, a pot of honey-suckle, espaliered pear tree, a partridge to sit in the pear tree, a trellis for something that rambles (botanically, not verbally), and maybe a few cherry blossom trees for when I'm in the mood to listen to Madama Butterfly.
Just. You. Wait. This too will come true.
|Fatwahs. So personal|
Last week, there were a whole plethora of text messages - bing, bing, bing - all day long, but this weekend, not a single one. How easily one is dethroned. Dethrone - that reminds me of defenestration which reminds me of that lovely passage by Salman Rushdie about air becoming glass and glass becoming air and let's not talk about Salman Rushdie because it reminds one of Fatwahs which you meet more often than not in real life.
There was an accident - speaking of real life - on the streets this Sunday. I saw it happen and my one thought was, "where the hell did that car (the one that cut across another and got hit) come from" as it came flying out of nowhere and turned left. Fortunately nobody was hurt, but I had to wait around in my running gear freezing my delicate, but decidedly uncommon, legs to ice in the cold wind of Sunday. Yes, I was a witness, and the police even interviewed me.
Then I saw someone almost walk into the side of a Safeway delivery truck. How does one do that? How oblivious can one be?
|Chocolate blown up with digestive juices|
Most times I can have a good sense of how something will turn out, but what's happening goes beyond the pale and all is muddy and fogged, or perhaps it's the lack of antihistamines, pain killer or drixoral that cause the fog and mud. So what would you do? Go puddle jumping instead of mine jumping?
|Not needed in the final analysis|
But you can't always think like that because there is a trickle-down effect. Someone accused me of having a mid-life crisis recently because I was talking about retiring, or at least leaving what I do far, far, far behind me. Well, all I can say is that were I truly having a mid-life crisis, I would have purchased the UE900 IEM speakers by now, but I'm not. Speaking of which, where, BK, where oh where is my EOS?
And in the final analysis, scaly legs are scary. There are times too when physics problems, the kind which say X moves along in this direction with a particular force and time (i.e. a vector) while Y moves with a different vector force, when, or will X and Y collide? And if there is a collision (much like the one I witnessed on Sunday), then what will be the result? Will one be knocked off course, or will the angle at which they approach each other approach infinity which is to say, they become parallel and move smoothly along until another foreign body with mass and force comes along and causes a perturbation in which case - the three body problem - quantum mechanics fails from the human HOV because it becomes too complex a calculation. So what is the solution? It's not a matter of X or Y prevailing, it's a matter of collision, action and reaction. Physics after all doesn't care. Human beings unfortunately aren't as impartial as quantum leaps to unjustified conclusions. So perhaps to philosophy?
|A day gone to hell, another empty wine bottle, more hell|