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Wednesday, September 30

Adieu September.

Time moves in a curve. For sure. (I'm no astrophysics whiz, but you don't have to take my word for it *scoffs*). If my mind were (note the use of plural form, for I have multiple minds) a supermassive black hole, then I pray that the galaxies and constellations of memories i've sucked up in life won't collapse upon me. Amen. Watch 'The Universe' on The History Channel for maximum information absorbance.

Back from Dad's, I am. We had a great time catching up. Watched 'Knowing' on Blu-Ray {insert your e.t. sound effect here}. Nicolas Cage does sci-fi pretty well. Last half hour of the movie was disappointing though. Oh yeah. Dad knows how to make cheese sauce. Nachos cheese sauce. It's one of his many hidden talents, but sad to say, there weren't any nachos around, so we had them with salted popcorn (microwave style) instead. Yeah, were losers.

This week is all about the outings. Dinner at Sam's, visits to random relatives (who give me cash for no reason), Eid outing with the SDN peeps and probably a dramanite dinner. I'm off to buy new pants in larger sizes...NOT. Haha, I don't gain weight easily, and I love rubbing it in. Smirks aside, I hope this extended h------r ends soon. You heard nothing. *Smirks*

--wan.

Labels: back home from going off somewhere, father, movies, random

posted at 00:00

Thursday, September 24

Cloister.

After spending a seclusionary period of five days at home, alone, in seclusion, I am ready for bigger things in life. Bring it on.

Yesterday saw me having lunch with Putri and Samuel. Aah. The fine art of three individuals having salads whilst conversing upon the more intricate factual details of nature. Gay, but so, so cool. On a serious note, I do miss having actual conversations with people who are able to, umm, get my drift. Get my drift?

Well anyway, after that, I met up with some of the dramanites for dinner at KFC. We ended up spending the night around Marina; talking bout anything under the moon (really there was a moon). Now, I long for more drama sessions.

I am still looking for that perfect book to read during my stay at Dad's. I think I've read every single book written by (the recently late) Michael Crichton there is, and I am quite proud of that. I know Dad has a collection of Friedrich Nietzsche works in his study, although i'm not quite in the mood for Nietzsche now. Pity I can't understand German. Or Nihilism, for that matter (hahaha, that was a joke).

Oh well, let me see who's online now. I still don't know what to cook for lunch. Maxxie if you're reading, remember...Seoul Garden. That is all.

--wan.

Labels: friends, home

posted at 12:02

Monday, September 21

New state of affairs.

I love to eat. The first day of Eid saw me gaining at least 73.89% of the weight that I lost during Ramadan back. And I don't mind.

It was great fun, being able to eat again. I think I pigged out more than Tri this year. Nyai really outdid herself with the smorgusbord of ethnic dishes ranging from sambal goreng to khorvadz. The house wasn't too shabby, either. Everyone was there and I think I managed to apologize to everyone (it's an Eid tradition; that's the whole purpose of Ramadan: don't eat, apologize, and think about Hari Raya), even mom.

Now its time to catch up with life. The past two months felt like a marathon. It's one of those times when everything goes by in a blur, and what you have at the end of each day is just a collection of random memories. All the dramanites (don't sue me Dunman Secondary) have been missing production rehearsals like somebodys' beeswax, but not me; i'm glad that I have more free time to laze around and do nothing at home. What I miss are all of them times we spent together, it was that fun. Aahh.

Just the past week I met Grandpa and Sobo in their new Bandung dig. Damn its beautiful there. So many western influences in the form of Dutch architecture; no wonder Aunt Liyi's been ravaging bout' the place like somebody's beeswax (mind that new catchphrase of mine). It was weird that I was the only one fasting there (my relatives are all Catholics), and that talk Grandpa gave me was just funny. I dislike it when people preach to me about religion. It gets me in a sardonic mood. And I get hungry when i'm sardonic.

Haha. Ok its time for dinner. I am laying low at my own home for a few days, before I move to Dad's for the weekend. Time to de-sanitize my unoccupied-for-three-months bed. A special shout out to Rafa and Mika in Vancouver; I can't seem to keep my blog secret for some reason (coughs spits nosebleeds Putri coughs phlegm). Happy first day of Eid to them.

And yes, contrary to stupid belief, I have not (quote) 'crawled into an airtight cupboard and gotten high on my secret stash of LSD and died' (unquote) during my one month bloggers sabbatical. Coughs sneezes pukes Putri is a cow poops.

Redoxon FTW.

--wan.

Labels: celebrations, food, my world

posted at 17:57

Saturday, September 19

Rearrange.

She wakes up, rage and grace,

Pulling me closer, pushing away,

And me, the sharpest thorn on your vine,

Twisting and turning;

We're all intertwined.

Broken wing, empty glass,

Words that scream and bounce right back.

She says, "You know,

We'd all like to rearrange."

...

I know. I'm back. (=

--wan.

posted at 12:20