Great days ahead

Today was a great day. My friend who had left for Japan finally contacted us on msn and I saw him via webcam. I have to say I miss the times we hanged out together. It was such nostalgic fun. Which led me to think about the future, and I wondered, what it held for us all, and would we ever have such fun again? But I see the days to come will be great no matter what was in store for us, because this is what we will make it to be.

The unexplainable feeling of joy

Today I felt oddly good. I felt quite satisfied. Satisfied for all that has happened to me was one hell of an experience. So overjoyed I felt suddenly (probably especially when tuition got postponed) that my life was complete. I felt like if I had to die now, I think I could just go without regrets. That’s how weirdly happy I was.

Non Sequiter

This morning’s comic section, I felt Non Sequiter was poignant.

Revelations took place Last Night

Last night was good. The usual waiters were at our watering hole, and that was all good. And for a fifth of my soul, I would wish for endless nights like last night. I did pray that some people would not come to fuck it up.

So my friend and I sat there singing “Fly me to the moon”

Which was coincidental because at the kopitiam earlier where we were having our not-so-dinnerish dinner, we had this conversation:

Friend: Look at the moon.

Me: Ya, today’s the 15th.

Friend: Looks fake ah.

Me: Guess it is. 

It sure looked like a plastic disc placed there in the middle of the air.

We proceeded to Wala Wala where our preferred band was playing tonight. And it was good, because they played all the songs we would have wanted them to play. We raised our glasses and said, “Cheers to good music and good times!” and “Carpe Flores!” and “Carpe Omnius!”

And through the night, with a glass of wine and music soothing my soul, I let my emotions pour forth from my head to the paper I had in front of me. In no particular order, everything I wrote down cleared my mind even more, and here they are.

Thought 1:
I had a discussion about the irrationalities of the human relationship. Because it was something that could not be rationalised, it became the scariest thing in this world. If god created humans, then his control point was to give humans’ feelings and emotions. It would have made it the easiest way out to everyone to just accept that He was behind it all. I like to think of myself fighting against fate, I just don’t like to think of taking the easy way out. Perhaps if I were to believe in it, I’d like to think it’s my tests, trials and tribulations.

Thought 2:
Much thought was put into how I fucked up and how I lost control. Now I think about it, then I drew a picture of how I would look looking at myself. Then I laughed and showed it to my friend. He found it funny too and suggested that I should add some blood, which I did, and it made it funnier. And so I think about that picture that I drew when I thought of the past week and I couldn’t help finding it funny.

Thought 3:
I was thinking aloud to my friend about someone claiming to have had instructions from God and did something unexpected, would it be justified or is that person mental? It ended with a theological debate with my friend (which I realised was difficult in a bar with a live band, loud) on Christianity. I might have lost or I might not have come to any conclusion. But I guess my friend, who isn’t the least religious, could actually be more convincing than any preacher. Then again, it has always been my affinity.

Thought 4:
A guitarist always bring an extra set of strings in case one broke.

Thought 5:
I have a sudden urge to pick up the blues, and with my guitar, we’ll make the most mournful songs and weep together.

Thought 6:
(I know it’s a nasty thought) God placed me here to get used and abused because I think  I’m loving it

Thought 7:
I didn’t make the decade. I died a year before the mark.

Thought 8:
I bought a book at Borders today, Stardust by Neil Gaiman. I thought of checking out the first line in Wala Wala. I stopped after reading the first line. By freak chance or coincidence (this event came after Thought 7), the line went:
In Which We Learn of the Village of Wall, and of the Curious Thing That Occurs There Every Nine Years 

Dedicated to a friend.

I used to get juggled as a child.
It always made me happy.
As a child, I only knew happiness.

I still got thrown now that I’m older.
But no one’s there to catch me anymore.
I’ve forgotten what’s happiness,
I only know what’s
falling.