RACONTEUR-ESQUE SCRIBBLINGS

Edit: The preposterous spelling - socila (instead of social), and some other things which make this post one of the most incomplete I've ever done... It's 1 something on a Sunday morning, and I'm doing the cheat blogging method... the eyes are too tired to face the computer, so here I am, on the floor, writing this out in an old notebook. (Tomorrow as I sit and type this out, I know that I'm gonna curse myself - update Not Yet - meaning I haven't began cursing myself just yet ) Clothes maketh the man... NOT With a theme like 'celebrity night', clothes were definately something to look forward to. Especially since most of us are decked in a light brown shirt, dark brown pants, safety boots (which used to weigh a tonne but miraculously don't anymore) and an off white baseball cap on our work days (and nights) . The clothes were alright, though.... (The ones used in the function) Of course there was no direct imitation of any real celebrity save for a ...

Cousin Archsh sent this to me through SMS the other day: 'If you were to kill 1 person and walk away free from the claws of law n punishment..Who would it be & why? Reply is a must.. Pass it on and see..Someone might be aiming you!' Before I answer, I must add that my eyes caught this - c law s of law. Notice how the word law nests right in the middle of claws? There's just something about it.... So, right after marvelling at claws of law (geekiness shining through!), I hit the reply button, but I couldn't find 1 person whom I'd want to finish off. Not at the moment anyway. No one deserves the top spot... It's all tied between several people, groups and associations, and other people, those who are long dead, and those whom I wanted to (ahem) kill sometime back, but don't need to anymore, because they have ceased being annoying.... In the end I didn't answer the SMS But... nevertheless, I could have a list, couldn't I? 1. The person wh...

In the middle of the room amidst a family conversation suddenly a pair of glasses slid across the floor in a rather abnormal speed... This was right across the dressing table. Upon closer inspection of the pair of glasses which had now stopped moving, we saw that it had a fingerprint on it... not a smudge, but one that was quite obvious. In the moment of confusion, she decided to appear in front of us... Let's call her the little girl that was stuck in the 80's. That's how she looked, anyway. Little girls (below the age of 7) were usually dressed in cute frilly white knee length frocks, with flower designs on them (the dress, not the girls) At least that's how I remember it. Knowing too well that she didn't belong there, dad took her by the arm and led her out of the house. We tried to explain to her that she did not belong here and had to get home. Her own home... At the same moment, 2 motorbikes with headlights flashing, but with a rather low rumble inste...

Came up with these some time back... so it's not really impulsive, at the moment blogging. However, it's also not really edited to perfection (though i'd prefer to think that nothing is perfect) either. 1. Stripes, blood and fever Morbid? Maybe... The aedes mosquitos visit the house on a daily basis, and fly around as well as annoy some folks who cross their paths... some get murdered in cold blood, whereas others are allowed to fly around rather peacefully. Anyway, if you collect the blood they've cumulatively sucked out my blood vessels, I'm sure it would give Dracula a run for his money. Unfortunately, the dengue fever has avoided me thus far... It's not like I'm wishing for the hemorragic dengue, just the plain old one would suffice. A few days away fom the mundane routine would do me good. 2. Paranoia and the family Well, almost everyone at home (unfortunately I'm also included in this statistic, therefore the correct way to put it should be: ...

Sometimes, you wish you could just disappear into a corner and not do anything until a brand new day arrives. If you want to start on a story, you might as well begin at the beginning, but here the problem lies... where on earth is the beginning? Is it the day they built roads, or the days I encountered the potholes, or was it the day mankind decided they need to work for a living? Hard to say... but beginning the story from yesterday should be sufficient. Besides, the yesterday I plan to talk about was only about 4 hours away from what we would all be calling today. I suppose I could say that it began yesterday, circa 8 pm, when the car I was driving to get back home started wobbling uncontrollably (you want to keep your wheel straight, but the fella decides to swerve to the left) Combine that with the driver with a rather wild imagination who at that particular time (or just before) was lamenting about the rather tasteless music that was playing on the one and only radio station ...

A new self professed tv addict makes a discovery while watching Judging Amy on a warm Saturday afternoon. The tv addict finds the show to be a source of entertainment. "It's awesome watching a youngish lady judge in action" (She means to say, action in court, although there's really not much action going on... but her handling of obnoxious lawyers is to be commended - though it's all in the script) Anyway, the self professed tv addict (everyone's a self professed this or that these days - (rolls eyes)) begin to let her mind wander during the commercial break (if the advertisers thought that people actually watch commercials, they've not fully considered the effects of the remote control in the viewers hands... commercials? you gotta be kidding!)[The tv addict however, claims to be rather interested in 'wholesome' commercials such as those produced by local ex-government but now privatised utility and oil companies for festivals and thinks that so...

Now we have come to the end of the Bali adventure (I choose the word adventure, although it may not be altogether appropriate... none of us were huddled in an emergency camp for surviving bomb victims, and neither were we stranded anywhere without knowing the language, or forced to jump off a ship to save ourselves from a sinking ship...) Digression! A fine day for travel was how the last day was. It also involved a lot of picture taking... including that of the place we lived in... imagine checking out the pool in the hotel on the last day ( after packing, and before checking out ) We had another nice long drive to the hills... to visit yet another temple (this one was on a lake) and it had a mosque and a Buddhist shrine around the area... the place was supposedly cooler than the rest of the island. Next was a visit to the tanah lot temple located near the sea... part of the temple gets submeged under water during high tide, and the waves that hit the shore were indeed threatening...

Dear band that I like, Last month, someone told me that you'll be having a concert, right here in this country. I was elated. It took me awhile to realise that besides the news from my friend who ended the discussion with 'see you there!', there was no news about your impending arrival and concert. No ticket giveaways on the local radio station, nor any news at all. (Of course in all this time, I did not try your official website - if you have one) Anyway, some internet time led me to a discovery... You, the band that I like were having a concert in our neighbouring country. A tiny dot of land, with high rise buildings. No harm in that, but it only means one thing: you will not be performing here. Of course there's no harm performing there, the people there have a superb deragatory term for people of your descent. And they are obssessively clean in their own country, but once across the border, they start throwing hazardous materials out of their car windows. Th...

Someone I know had both legs broken yesterday, in what most people would call a freak accident. One leg was bleeding while the other wasn't. Both legs had to undergo surgery last night itself. Most probably they were shattered by the impact the monster (reach) truck had on them. I didn't see the incident, nor the victim, lying limply on the floor in agonising pain. Neither did I see the person who caused it, holding onto a fence nearby, looking in horror, stunned at what had happened. But the picture of the incident keeps playing in my mind...in never ending cycles, even as I'm typing this. It was playing all through the night. My attempt to forget it by watching a movie did not help either. (The only movie that was on was a bunch of young people versus a stalker killer kind... of course it didn't help) It's such a horrible thing to have playing in the mind. I wonder how the people who actually saw the incident are feeling...

There was a time quite a long time ago where I read this book that had this character who was about to get wet in the rain when her parasol (now commonly known as an umbrella) opened the other way and she was rescued by a dashing young man who held his umbrella for her so that she wouldn't get wet. How romantic! (you should be able to guess by now that they fell in love after that) Now, that's the kind of incident I refer to as the 'thunder lightning' effect... the 'thing' that tells you it's a sign! This following (very true) story however, involves a character who used to scoff at me for bringing up this thunder lighting theory. Just so you all know, back then I used to tease her with this 1 person (because I had nothing better to do, and enjoyed her reaction towards the issue) Anyway, several years back on a somewhat blustery evening, some of us were forced to go for a 3 hour class... the subject had not much hope, and there was a test the next ...