Somewhere Over the Rainbow, if there is one!

I realised that I have not seen a rainbow in a long time. Where are the rainbows that brighten the world?

One Crazy Day

Did something on a whim today, well, quite a few things actually. And that should be yesterday, as I am writing at 3 am, not sleepy yet, feeling a little flushed from the joy of such things, which I realised I have not indulged in for the longest time. I was feeling restless and a little cooped up I suppose, from the days of the haze (whoa, it rhymes!) and when Jip decided to come visit, and we did not really have anything planned, I managed to convince him that it is good to get out of town, and managed to also convince the guileless Kel to hop into the car without even knowing the destination. He was probably bored to death too so he gamely agreed. Packed with a bag of cempedak goreng (and no water I realised later) and no destination we took off in Jip's car and ended up going south by the way of the Seremban highway. We thought of Melaka, but Linggi beckoned more, so we exited there and just plowed our way towards Melaka through Linggi, all the while belting out to the weird mixture of eighties new wave plus rainbow plus some mushy indonesian plus misha music Jip had in his CD changer. A good blend, as unplanned as the trip. And it was so refreshing to see the one horse towns along the way, places like Pasir Panjang and some others I am sure have never appeared in the Geography text books. One town had this one-pump petrol station, and the old Esso logo still on it! We snaked through oil palm estates and ended up in Kuala Sungai Baharu in Melaka which is by the beach with lots of little chalets for rent. I never knew these things exist. Of course the conversation kept revolving on one to main topic which I needn't mention here so as not embarrass anybode, meself included. :) Had dinner at some seafood place which if not for the high I was experiencing because of the spontaneity of the whole thing, I would have cursed the owner twice over (the barbecued fish tasted like it was nuked). On the way back we went off the highway and came back through the backroads whilst singing 70's malay songs. So my memory isn't too bad - we managed to dig out the most obscure of songs (remember singers like Quinary M, Gaya Zakry, heh he), though the same can't be said about our vocal prowess. And guess what, to further test our vocal prowess, we actually stopped by at a karaoke joint and tortured our lungs further. Well, the motto for the day was to be spontaneous, so I guess the karaoke thing just completed the whole thing.

And here I am writing this thing at 3 in the morning, feeling good. I need an antidote to all the craziness going around, so I guess being crazy myself worked. You should try it too.

Individual Thoughts

Individuals are called individuals for the reason that they are. Individuals are unique. Yet we tend to classify them into groups of masses. Of homogenised, over-generalised groups. Without respect to the individual characteristics that make them individuals. Is it our need to see people conform to what we want them to be? Like how a Malay person should be. Or how a guy should not love another guy, or get a facial. Or should I retract and say that a straight guy should not love another guy, and yet in the same breath, we say that love is blind. Or how a consultant should look all polished up and confident. I am guilty of the last one, in fact I teach my consultants to be like that. Hmmm...

Like how people say that you have to have a lover that loves you and only you, and not someone that you share with someone else. Even when that is what works best for you considering the circumstances that surround you, and the other person. Or you should retain your friends for life, even when your lives have gone very separate ways, that the friendship is more of a burden and makes you cringe with pain, just because it is a friendship and that is what is expected out of a friendship? What makes people think what works best for them will be so for another?

So what are these conformities that we expect? Because we are individuals, we tend to have our individual characterisations of our groups, like my definition of someone Malay is probably slightly different from yours. Or my definition of a friend differ from the next person's.

All I can say is that we just want people to be who we want to be, and not what they want to be. Which makes all of us selfish.

The World Today

Violence, people killing, planes crashing, bombings, are we coming to the end of the world?

I am not ready yet.

Change Change Change!

I need a change. So this is one of the changes, my new blog template.

Why the polka dots? Don't know.

You like?

The Storm Subsides

Yes, the long-lingering storm has finally subsided, at least for the time being, and I am finally feeling the peace that I have not felt for a long while. Calm, able to focus. Which I realise I have not been able to do for a long while. A testament to that - I just picked up a month-worth of mail from my mailbox, which I never realised I had not picked up. Not that there is anything interesting except for bills (and a red notice from the electricity company threatening to cut my supply for not paying for the past two months..ooops!). Oh yeah, and a belated birthday card from Chris - thanks Chris, I know it is a long way from DC to here, hence the month delay...he he.

It's about time. I am sick of feeling stormy. The worst is past. I just hope I can be like this for a long while. One word popped to mind - something I have not used for a long while since I have not been feeling verbose - halcyon.

Hah! :)