I tried making one of those "I love..." lists. Now would that mean hobbies and favourites, or what I'm supposed to be grateful for? Seems that for once the assignment has no motive, it is not out of the Chicken Soup for the Soul Journal, and that confuses people. There's nothing to laugh at... no scoffing at government policies, just you and languidity.
Today we went to the Ulu Pandan CC to check out the acoustics, stage size, etc. The clean, cool smell of the lobby and leathery shiraz-fragrant seats even in the vacuum-ish auditorium were comforting, particularly after the varied TS odours (described by Benjamin as "the air-con farting") left sectionals morale extremely low. (And no, this is not an essay on smells.) I stood on the stage listening to platform debates and control room explorations, felt like lying flat on the ground and drawing the curtains over the spotlights.
Now I'm in mortal fear of treading on a millipede I saw making its slow patient way across the study-room floor. That and the frogs and spiders that somehow infiltrate our house and creep under the bathtub or leap across the stairs. It reminds me, quite unpleasantly, of the Come Undone music vid, with Robbie, scantily-clad ladies and leaf-litter folks. Okay, everything sounds insipid, and what poetry can I write when I revolve and revolve around the same stupid ideas and images anyway. When I want an aching good laugh I think Gloria and Valentine (hahahahahahaha and more), catching my Big Fish and the talk-story syndrome, stumping down the stairs to eat my dad's gooey birthday cake because I was in the middle of doing integration by parts.
When you have tuition, there is added pressure to do well. There was an earthquake in Morocco, the Prince chose the wrong casket, they went to the funeral in buses... and if you were affected by his death... I am so, so sorry. No one should ever be jaded if it never happened to them.
I am essentially irritated about something I read. Honestly, if you choose to only associate with 'hip and happening' people, they're likely gonna be major hypocrites, hyperly so, because they often assume, with confidence, that they are right, cool (as if the terms were interchangeable) and slouch in a smoulderingly scintillating existence. I am not in the habit of condemning people either, you know. I am not in the habit of calling everything evil Bush-style. And St. Augustine did speak about BOTH faith and reason, thus even if you WERE a GEPer and enjoyed putting lower-IQ peers down as a result, there is no need to assume you of the superior brain is able to understand everything, son-of-earth, or that you have met everyone in one category (even if you DO have a great deal of pals, you popular person you).
I have to say that was my first genuine rant on this blog, and MY, it does feel good.