Life in motion
July 6, 2011
When i started national service, i was pretty excited. So naturally everything seemed exciting and time passed pretty quickly. After going through the routines and knowing what to expect, the novelty was lost. Being jaded i started thinking, what if i had a time machine?
So yes, my imagination started running wild. With a time machine i could just skip all the boring parts and just fast forward straight to the exciting parts.
That’s all very superficial if you ask me. I honestly think someone has already invented time travel. Maybe?
Think about it. If i were the inventor of the automobile, i’d kill myself. I wouldn’t be able to live knowing that my invention would be the cause of millions dying. If i had invented cigarettes, i’d be hooking millions of people to little brown leaves. Dependent on something they don’t need. Almost everything we have in modern living has detrimental effects somehow or in some way.
So if time travel was possible we wouldn’t have what we take for granted. So selfish you are if you really are holding it back! But you’re probably doing the right thing. Someone said something like the best years of your life are the years you spend suffering – Little Miss Sunshine. So.. if you’re going through tough times, keep your heads up, what you do now makes you who you are.
On a not so separate note, why do we feel so affected by loss? Like when a millionaire, who’s perfectly healthy as a human being could possibly be, loses all his money and kills himself.
How have we become so dependent on the not so important?
We let things stick to us like plasters on wounds that have long healed. We needed shelter we had caves, we have condos. We needed water, we had water, we have coke.
The discomfort of removing the plaster. Oh the pain of tearing it off or even thinking about it. And how vulnerable we become to the fact that yes, we might get hurt again.
So, we let the plaster stick longer and dig deeper into our flesh. So deep that when it finally does tear off, it tears off so much flesh from skin that we feel so naked. Then we bleed and whine. We over think. We do something permanently stupid because we are temporarily upset.
Why i’m saying all this? I don’t know. Or maybe it’s because my grandma is ill and i don’t like seeing her like that. Or the fact that there is nothing i can do about it. Such is the beautiful tragedy that is life. And i love everything about it.
Kaitai
April 20, 2011
I just bought a bicycle. It was bought to inspire exercise when i’m at home. The first thing i did when i bought the bike? I cycled down to buy prata.
Armin van Buuren was quite a night. It started of with standing at the exact same spot in the queue for 30 minutes and it took us an hour just to buy tickets. And i started queuing at 830. He actually started his set at 11 which was really surprising and he played for 3 hours. But it was crazy pack, at one point i just wanted to give up and leave the club but the music was too good. And i guess that was why so many people stayed 20 minutes after he had finished performing chanting “Armin, Armin, Armin”.
The crowd was fun and friendly, unlike most nights. Even though the furtherest person away from you is within kissing distance and and dancing anything more than a wriggle would result in bumping into random strangers, there were no fights. I guess that’s what good music does. Phuture was even closed! And that’s what good music does. Well done Armin van Buuren, well done.
Enough la
April 7, 2011
Today my foot is itchy and I scratched it. I will continue to scratch it repeatedly, uncontrollably with the tireless conviction of Ali till it bleeds. I’ve had quite a couple of days like this in the army. Each time it happens I tell myself I will limit my scratching, not too much Kavee, not too much. Each time it itches I still scratch like a lion devouring prey. And I still don’t stop till it bleeds. It’s the story of my life really. Enough is enough Kavee.
Tales of despair
April 3, 2011
I brought my wallet out to a fire fight, it was a damn stupid thing to do. The first fight was intense and there was a lot of falling down and crawling. We won but for some reason my butt hurt, i didn’t give it a second thought. The second fight, same thing. Not till three hours later when i got back into the office did i realise that i had ripped a good portion of my beloved wallet. Fierce was the battle! HAHA But it’s okay, i now use a paper wallet which means i am doing my part to saving the environment. Might strong, Mighty thin and Mighty water resistant. My Mighty Wallet. And i am very pleased with that. You should be too. (Or just buy me a proper wallet)
101010
October 10, 2010
Why is today awesome?
21 years ago today, i was born.
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+ 21
101010
year, 2010
- zeros
21
time i was born
- 1020 pm
flip it you get 2010
Because only the fittest survive
August 23, 2010
My little cousins came over on saturday, the youngest of them being an adorable four year old boy. He is not like an energizer battery. He’s ten energizer batteries packed and overcharged! Being the awesome person i am, i entertained him the whole day. But it wasn’t going to be easy so i devised a plan.
I had a few objectives. One was that since it was a saturday and i had to book in that night because of duty, i needed to schedule some time for myself to do packing etc. The other was to watch some tv and use the computer a little. The third was to make sure he didn’t feel neglected. Tough right? I know.
So the early part of the day i got him to warm up to me and he started showing me his ways. He was watching tv one minute and he’d be dragging my dad’s golf clubs around the house the next. So i quickly did my packing while my mom and grandma played with him then used my pc and entertained him at the same time. Which failed because he kept pressing at the keys which made carry him upside down and running around the house to amuse us both. So i stopped and started to try and tire him out while having fun.
I had decided the only way i was going to keep him under control and have him have fun was to keep him occupied. First he insisted on going to my room which is on the second level. So i got him going up and down the stairs chasing me four to five times, up and down, up and down. After we both got bored of that, I brought him, his two sisters and my mom, yes my mom, to the playground.
There it began. My plan to tire him out was to start. He insisted on playing the monkey bars but the poor boy’s arms are to weak to swing from bar to bar. So i carried him leaving some weight on his arms and having him kick me repeatedly to get to the bar. And he insisted on doing it no less than five times! Then we all proceeded to have lotsa other fun there. Oh yeah, my mom actually did the balancing thing and she was really scared which was damn funny. Haha
On the way home i thought it’d be fun to have him chase me home so he did and within 10 meters of my block he had enough. He was too tired to go on so he climbed into my arms and i carried him home. There i was proud that i was one of the first in the family to have him under control while having so much fun!
My plan to tire him out worked, but i think it worked too well. After washing up and having little tidbits, he fell asleep on the couch having been drained out. Anddddddd so did I! Hahaha Turns out, tiring him out tired me out too. And we both lay fast asleep on the two couches taking over the living room being the only two men in the house. Both knocked out. I woke up to him waking up with his dazed look and droopy eyes. I find it amusing really. Army boy getting shagged out by a four year old. Haha. It was a nice Saturday. I think I’d make for the world’s best dad for a day.
Because I dream
July 30, 2010
I dream. I walk along, walk down a junge with flats nearby. The kind you know you’re in a dream but you just can’t see it. I see fences that remind me of a safari in Thailand. Fences that don’t cage anything. I am in uniform.
I see fake rubber snakes at the side of the jungle pathway as if someone left it there on purpose. I walk somemore i see lions, they don’t scare me. I see dead snakes then i see real snakes. They don’t bother me. I see a yellow rhino. It is big, it is angry. It chases me but it is far away. I run. I reach a stairwell at a flat. I wake up. Awesome.
I think stars look like little holes in the sky. It’s like somebody took a needle and kept poking at the atmosphere and little rays of white lights pour out.
