Sunday, August 31, 2008

Siva's.






I've been cutting my hair at the same place since Year 9; it's been almost a decade of RM 9 cuts and trims.

It's good value for money when you consider the fact that you get to have your back slapped around in a faux-massage, your neck cracked and have scented oil rubbed around your scalp.

And it's still RM 9.

Brilliance.



Salut.

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Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Rehab for pansies.

I tend to think of myself as an impractical realist. My ambitions are never lofty, yet they seem to be incredibly hard to achieve. It gets even worse when someone gets dragged along for the ride; a journey with me seems like a meandering road of pointlessness.

Or at least that's what they'd like me to think.

It's been a while.

I've somehow avoided the need to partake in self-destructive behaviour. Since I've been (somewhat) well-behaved these last few weeks, I can say that there's a light at the end of the tunnel, although it's awfully dim.

Things can't get any worse. Things can't get any better.

There's not much of a life to live when you're walking around in a perpetual sea of limbo everyday.

Monday, August 04, 2008

25.

A quarter of a century.

It sounds like a long time, and, it just might be. A lot of things have happened over the last twenty five years that I've played absolutely no part in.

In hindsight, I've lived my life on the periphery (or that's what I'd like to think). I don't really see why I'd have to make my way through to some obscure inner circle, or why I'd need to be the center of attention.

I believe that being the star attraction in my own life makes up for the lack of me being the star attraction in yours.

Wishful thinking? Maybe. At least it gives me some form of solace.

So, in staying true to myself, I'm going to make a toast to my cause and wish another fruitful twenty five years to come pass me by.



Salut.

Friday, August 01, 2008

Steam (or the lack of it).

I'm not the most eager beaver out there, but I can be quite determined when my mind is set upon reaching a target. Though, in all honesty, most of my targets are immediate and non-consequential.

But shouldn't all targets be like that?

However, once in a while, I like to indulge myself by investing into a long-term idea that, by right, should come into fruition. Should is such a dirty word, if only because its the ultimate disclaimer against possibilities.

Most of these solidly consequential targets have some element of planning to them (a big rarity for me), and in doing so, there's some sort of skewered pride in getting the job done...if only because I own the stupid idea.

Of course, there's always the risk of the tribal council speaking, and, as a result, extinguishing my torch. It's been done on more than one occasion over the course of this week, but I'll still be pulling my pants up (because, lo and behold, I've lost weight!).

I'm starting to believe in my own hype. All that's left now is to start living up to it.