Those days....

Afternoon naps can cause sleeplessness at night. Some of you folks may go "Duh!". However there are moments when the apparent and the obvious slips through the gaps of our conciousness and awareness. So it never hurt to hear the obvious once in awhile.

I remember a time when I used to sleep well at night. I would hit the sack at 10am and wake at 5am during my upper secondary school days. I would then take the torturous 1 hour journey aboard the chilly air-conditioned Bus 147 to school. And yet, I would start each school day bright, chirpy and full of smiles while blokes who live closer to school will enter the compound with a slouch in their frame and sleep starved faces.

I still remember those days fondly when I used to bug Shermann early in the morning reminding him of his so-called self-invented (self being myself) scandals and making wild motions to spill the beans on him should he choose to break the pact made between us. Then there was the usual session of laughing at whatever antics Faiz would conjure up each day. That bloke was effortlessly and unconciously full of surprises.

There was also the talk of football and of my beloved Manchester United. Glory Glory Man United. My class used to evade history tests by singing the chant of the Champions (during those days, Man United was invincible) to our History teacher who looked more like the Potato Man from Toy Story, with the glasses and moustache.

Life was at its peak in secondary school. I was young, foolish, persistent, immature, emotional and naive. Not to mention being a Morning person. Soccer and scrabble was life to me whilst the other blokes were chasing skirts next door. I had my fair share of female trouble, 2 to be precise. A modest sum judging by my outlook and appearance. When I browse through my secondary school photos, I realize that I kinda belong in a different era. Mainly the 70s and 80s with my tight ultra-short shorts and a pathetic excuse of an afro hairstyle. Hahaha!

Yet in all. Life was simple. It was never complex. You came to school. Played your soccer. Engage in the daily dose of goofing. Stare at the babes of secondary school. Have the usual bustups and run-ins with racism. And then you head back home, hoping for the night to pass quickly so you can be back at school again the next day.

Things definitely changed rather drastically once the O level results were out. The magic that was once secondary school was quickly dispelled as people went about their seperate ways. From that point on, there was no turing back from the usual process of growing up. Somehow, secondary school had this timeless ability to freeze time so that the 4 years looked like a chapter from a magical book. Time froze as we lived our lives sheltered from whatever we face today.

After secondary school, Time just accelerated to make up for the timelessness of secondary school life. Somehow, I do not know what I have lost along the way. I am no longer the morning person I used to be. My scrabble board is collecting dust in a corner of my room. Things aren't as black and white as it used to be. I have become to efficent with the changes after secondary school that somehow, I have lost the ability to recognise what I used to hold dear in secondary school.

It is a time forever lost in memories.

Now whevever I am sleepless at night, I cannot help but travel back to "those good old days" and try to unlock the secret of happiness in my early teenage years. Now and then, I see glimpses, only to be snatched away by memory and forever locked away at the back of my head.

Maybe its time that I move on and create a new era of timelessness with the moments that i do possess.

Maybe....maybe....maybe....

Farewell Rex and Hello School

I just felt that the Rex saga should be given a fitting conclusion. It seemed to be hanging after a rather emotional second episode. Almost felt like "Empire Strikes Back" of Star Wars. Nevertheless an episode of Ed provided the much needed inspiration I needed to finish the concluding ep.

*Farewell Rex*

The Rex and the prey have a special relationship. The cycle that binds them together is not something unnatural and with choice. It is a relationship mooted in Nature. Fate it seems, draws these two together.

Nothing much more can be said about the Rex and the prey. The conclusion is going to be short and precise. The curveball will be hurled and as the reader you will have to interprete whatever that is written abt the Rex.

The prey does not seek the Rex because it is dumb or it has just simply relaxed into the course of nature and fate. It does not seek the Rex simply because it needs excitement in its life, drawn irrevocably into a web of danger and mayhem.

It seeks and allows the Rex into its life because it is safe. Safe because that the prey already knows the outcome of its relationship with the Rex. It draws on the comfort that is provided by the fact that the prey already knows what is eventually going to happen.

The prey continues to accomdate its relationship with the Rex simply because it is afraid of the other unpredictable kind of relationships present in its life. Fear of change and new courses in life is something inherent in nature. Yet it is the way of life and we all have to face it.

Goodbye Rex. I will surely miss you...

*End*

Hello School,

The new skl year is going to start soon and I am already halfway through the Bidding system also known as CORS. 3 modules chosen and 2 more to go during the upcoming Rd 2. Year 2 will definitely begin with a fresh start as new friends become old and the rest of them thrown straight into the dustbin of life and I hope never to associate myself with them again. Thank you very much. A couple of days spent at the matric fair gave me a glimpse of all the fine ladies that will be coming into Nus in the coming school year.

Can't Wait! *Rubs hands vigourously*

Hahahahaha!

Peace Out y'all!

Rex Loves You and misses You....

This week has been a week of misses and has given me much inspiration to write a sequel to Rex and I. Abit of frustration here and alittle bit there and when u shake it all about, its a whole load of headache and major frustration.

First up, my running has been severely impaired with my shins. They ache after abit of running and it is with sheer physical force that I have to apply to make those runs. I have been giving it abit of the ice-hot water treatment to lessen the clots on my shins. It has gotten abit better but guess therez quite abit to go.

Another miss was when Starworld did not show ED on tuesday. Instead they screened rockstar inxs for like a few days in a row. Fuck lah... I want my ED. I need my dose of ED! i did not wait one week for it just to see tt dick Dave Navarro bugger....and u cheat my goddamn bloody feelings! Bastards....

At least I had A Team to watch in the mornings.

Thursday soccer is coming and I hope some manjan fellas turn up to get killed on the court. I am really in a crazy killing mood now. I am not gonna spare u dickheads any mercy. I see you with the ball in my zone, you better pass the ball before i come rushing to collect ur hiney for my wall collection. And dun "Hey BLO oooh oooh" me. I will fucking kill you. A special warning to that PRC bastard who headbutted me on my nose a couple of weeks back. I am gonna destroy you even if u are a head taller than me. You bastard... You are freaking dead u asshole... You better call in straits times for an advance booking on your obituary! You have a Mad Tiger on ur tail, you stinking pig!

ok that felt good....

Now to the story of the Rex.

I have mentioned that the Rex will kill you no matter what. Here's an interesting twist to the tale. The Rex actually loves his prey and misses it sometimes. Sounds crazy right but hey its true. There are souls in this world who actually believe that the Rex is capable of such emotion and sentiment. They believe in the Rex so much that God has to bless their souls.

The Rex will tear through its prey but will leave its prey with a shred of life left in it. Then the Rex leaves its prey (or the remains of it) and goes off. Why leave it alive?

Simple.

The prey will pick itself, piece its life together and will start to get on with life, taking each day slowly and painfully to recover. Its a long road for the prey mind you. Soon enough the prey will have recovered almost fully with a few scars left to show. It resumes its life, but there is a displacement left in the life of the prey, namely the time it took to recover.

And guess what? The Rex returns. It has gotten bored with the other prey and has come to tear this prey again. Just for old time's sake. The leopard will nvr change its spots and the rex will never ever have clean teeth cuz it has changed its diet to vegetables, plants and greens. It will forever be blood stained and reeking of all the pain and torture it has wreaked in its history. And it has come to repeat this history with the prey.

What does the prey do? Hope and pray. Miss and reminisce.

O Look and behold... The Rex is charging at you. Danger! Help! Run!

But no. The prey stays. It hopes that the rex is rushing towards it to say sorry and that it had started to mend its ways. It is gonna give the prey roses, chocolates and a hug saying that everything will be different and alright! The prey believes in the apparent good of the Rex.

The Rex has changed. Its good now. More than a friend can ever be.

Somebody switch on the bedlight. The prey hasn't woken up from its dreams again. It cannot tell the difference from reality and dreams these days. The time displacement during its recovery stage has done its mental damage. There is no turning back now. There is no moving on now. Its is a vicious cycle and the prey will not be able to tell that time is passing. Everything will be at a standstill. Playing and replaying till the end of its days.

And the rex is licking its bloody lips. Its meal time!

Rex and I

Judging by the time that I am typing this, you can probably imagine that there is nothing in my cranium but air. I do not know what is keeping me up so I have decided to pen me thoughts here in the attempt to lull myself to sleep.

I wanted to talk about a creature of prehistoric times. The Tyrannosaurus Rex. Yes you heard me right. I am going to talk about a dinosaur also fondly known as the T-Rex.

The Rex is a fearsome creature of 4 limbs though it only moves about on its hind legs. It is a fearsome and ferocious carnivore almost unmatched in its ability for destruction amongst the dino kind. You could probably hear it screaming and snorting a mile away but the victim will not run till it is in sight. It is hard to outrun the Rex once it is in sight and the moment you are caught in its target sights, you are dead meat.

Sometimes in the face of danger, the prey is transfixed in its state of doom. It just stands there gripped in motionless terror as the rex approaches. There is a brief moment of panic before the prey settles to its fate. The prey then allows itself to get devoured by the Rex which will then leave the remains behind.

The prey knows the rex and the way the Rex does things. Yet the prey allows it to happen. From a practical point of view, its dumb. You hear danger you run. You see something that is gonna make your life miserable, you just avoid it. But Noooooo!

The prey stays and lets it happen. I guess the prey probably thinks that this time around the Rex is just going to have tea with it and reminsce the good old days when life forms were just micro cellular. Or maybe the rex is going to appreciate the fine weather. Nevertheless the outcome is simple. The Rex was going to eat you. It was engineered to eat you and there is no way the Rex was going to have tea with you and settle for marble cake instead to go with the tea.

OK maybe the normal folks who know me will think that I might have gone bonkers this time around. Maybe I have.

But to the few friends I do have, maybe bonkers is an understatement.

Go figure the symbolism... Peace Out!

ED season 2 is back!!

Hey folks,

A Wednesday then pretty much came and went. I woke up at nine to do the laundry, wash up and have breakfast before settling down on the couch for 2 hours watching a couple of TV dramas back to back. I crashed on the sofa before dad came out to chase me into my room. Slept till 4pm and awoke as my bro returned home from school. I pulled the clothes out and folded them. Made some tea and went for a 5km jog around the neighbourhood thereafter. Came back home and punished myself with some static exercises.

After a nice long cold shower, I have settled back on the couch. A nice day I suppose. Peaceful and slow.

Anyway, today’s entry is about the return of ED on TV. Yes all you ED fans out there, u heard me right. Ed season 2 is out on starworld picking up from where Bonnie crashes back into Ed’s life as he was about to give Carol that fateful much awaited (season long might I add) kiss.

It’s on every Tuesdays, 8pm on Star World. For those who have no idea what ED is all about, go find out more about it on NBC.com. You will enjoy it if you are the quirky, witty sort with a sad existence for a life like me. Hahaha! Anyway I know it’s kinda late telling you folks about it now but you can probably catch it still during the weekend. Do check your tv listings during the weekend if u do intend to catch it.

One thing I like about the ED show is that there is a moral of the story kind of concept in each episode. In this episode, it ties in with one of my beliefs in life. That a person plays a part in everything that happens in his life. One can blame anything and everything (even fate) in the happenings in one’s life but that person has to claim some responsibility to it as well. I believe that is the mark of true maturity and responsible behaviour. So before you start pointing fingers elsewhere about something that has happened in your life recently, do take a timeout and wonder about the role u played in it as well.

Ed quotes Shakespeare in a closing statement on court towards the end of the episode which sums up the episode very aptly.

“The fault, dear Brutus, lies not in the stars but in ourselves”

Enjoy the week ahead folks…

Trains and Jokers

Trains and Jokers….

Ever heard the saying “when it rains it pours.” ? There should be addition to that line, so that it will go something like,

“When it rains, it pours; when it’s dry, it burns”

I had a vision in my head recently. A mental picture of myself standing at the train station, panting and watching balefully as the train departs. It was a disturbing thought yet poignant. It left me thinking thereafter that a joker is a fool.

He prances about the court with his jokes and smiles. Yet is the joker really happy? Or is his smile that of one that hides a heavy heart?

It’s weird that such thoughts are running through my head. Then again, it’s also weird that Life can be so complex, yet so simple. One can go “Life’s good”, “Life sucks” and ‘Life is strange” in the same breath.

Bottomline is simple. I missed the train. And the station is empty.