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I believe I've officially lost the touch.
The almighty touch. Just to set it straight, not the kind where you touch people in places you should not touch. People here includes yourself. Have some decency. God's watching.
The touch I am referring to here is less lewd and more of inspiration. I no longer am able to write flowing, gripping, spellbinding and immaculate pieces!
It all started when I woke up one fine day and I realise my head no longer has the ability to create long sentences and string them into a paragraph. I panicked and you know, pinch myself to make sure that it was just a dream. That never works.
I do however believe that my brain has refuse to function due to fumes that I've been inhaling. Fumes that smell so bad, it's nasty. Fumes that are produced and emitted by what the Chinese population call medicine. Fumes that make you kinda woozy after a while. I'm feeling that way as I'm writing this.
Anyway, anyone watched American Idol? No one? No one? Okay. I'm still gonna talk about it. I've been rooting for that Slumdog Millionaire. Oh, you mean Anoop's not from Slumdog Millionaire? Well, I just thought you know, that's what Indians are called now - Slumdog Millionaires. When they fill in forms that ask for race, they no longer tick on Indian. They tick others and insert Slumdog Millionaire while the rest of us have to make do with the uncool Malay and Chinese. How boring.
Back to Anoop-dogg who strangely doesn't want to be a rapper. He has such a great rapper name.
Yo-yo, my name is Anoop,
I could shoot some hoops,
I wish I was Snoop,
So that I could be in the loop.
I'm pretty sure he could do better.
I'm rooting for him because well, he's Slumdog Millionaire Indian and I've Indian friends so you got to feel them, ya' know. Like, this year has got to be their year. Then again, people are calling Anoop cocky. Hey! That ain't cocky. That's just confidence. Afterall, he's a fellow PoliSci major. We just got to stick to each other, us PoliSci majors.
Speaking of the movie Slumdog Millionaire, it just couldn't resist temptations could it? I was watching the movie prepared for some dance to break out so that I could go for a toilet break or chocolate break or whatever, alas it never came. So, I peeed in my pants but I was glad.
Hallelujah! An Indian movie with no dances! But it was just too good to be true, right? So, they broke out in a dance at the end of the movie. The bad guys were dancing with the good guys and they all looked happy. That's just morally wrong. Very wrong.
There's this little boy in my work place who could give Ayush Mahesh Khedekar a run for his money as the cutest small Indian boy. He told me that day he doesn't like me. I asked him why and he said it's because he is a Liverpool fan. What a misguided young boy.
He also told me that his dad is a fellow United fan but his mum is a Liverpool fan. I was pretty horrified because I could never see myself marrying a fan of any other English clubs. Imagine this:
Wife: Go sleep in the living room.
Husband: Why?
Wife: Because Rooney broke Gerrard's metatarsal, jackass! That's why! And no sex for a week!
*Slams door*
Therefore, I decided that I shall marry Iker Casillas a Spanish guy. I could learn to support a Spanish club for him. How sweet, right?
April's limping towards an end and I'm limping along with it. I, the fantastic athlete that I am, had an old recurring injury at my ankle. That sounds quite cool. Makes me seem like an Olympian.
Soon, it shall be May.
And on the 9th day of May, I'll have a bout of Quarter-life crisis.
You applied there for that very reason.
Now, you're going there for the very same reason.
It wasn't that much of a dilemma when you saw the word "unconditional".
Like Phoebe said: "It's like the mothership is calling you home!"
It felt right, like you belong there, like it was in your blood.
University of Manchester United , bay-beh!
Woohoo!
The city where legends have left their footsteps on.
George Best, Eric Cantona, Peter Schmeichel, Bobby Charlton, Ole Gunnar Solskjaer and etc.
The city where the greatest club in the world calls home.
Manchester United Football Club. Duh. What? You thought that Arab club?
The city where the greatest band after The Beatles was formed.
OASIS!
This is my 100th post! What a happy one it is!
Everything have been settled.
I've never felt this much relief.
Now all I've to do is wait.
And there goes the anticipation.
Now, I suppose I am to scribe something new on my blog, because well, a blog is meant to be updated.
I should write down every single epiphany or eureka moment I have.
It could turn out to be my legacy, bay-beh!
However, despite the exciting prospects of living a legacy, epiphanies and eureka moments are as dry as the Atacama Desert. My brain has figuratively migrated to Antartica. I believe it is in hibernation.
I just sent my gor-gor off to the airport. It feels just like yesterday that I sent him off for the first time. In a snort of the nose, it has been 3 years and he's already graduating. During that apparent 24 hours though, I missed him a lot. I could never truly grasp the reality that he's not around me every single day. I used to spend my days watching TV in his room while he was hard at work studying for SPM.
I quite miss my erm, classmates from Subang who I'm going to see tomorrow! However, I won't be able to see that one other ignorer because she's currently in UK uploading absurdly mortifying pictures of the country that is making me think twice and thrice and then think all over again about residing there for the next three years of my life. Oh, did I mention that she does not reply e-mails despite calling me her best friend? Those words mean nothing to me now!
I met up with a couple of classmates last night. We have come so far and grew so much. The way we think, the way we perceive things are very much different than how it was way back when. Life just has its way of straightening you out, doesn't it?
I often wonder to myself what is the purpose of life. Is there really ever a purpose in life? We enter this world alone, we go through it alone and we leave alone. Even if you have the closest friends, people drift away. Sad but most of the time inevitable. Every individual will write their own story. In the end of the day, we will operate in the term of "I".
It baffles me that prior to exams last year, I was awfully worried of where I could go. Now that exams are done and results are dusted, I am awfully perplexed at where to go. A sense of disenchantment in everything I'm doing is creeping in on me. We go through our daily life like a broken record player that plays the same song over and over again because we're striving for a change. When opportunity for change dawns on us, we get hesitant to the point of being afraid.
This state of limbo makes me feel profoundly lonely because only I can make the decision for myself. I am the one that will pilot this journey I'm heading. What if I end up taking the wrong path in life? Will there ever be a second chance? I will only have myself to blame, or thank, in the end of the day. I just hope that my dreams or more accurately, objectives are not too lofty that it reaches the height of idealization.
Loneliness, in its multiple form is a way of life, I supposed. It doesn't make it feel any more wonderful though.
I was at Jurong Point today and I saw something that warmed my heart.
It was the interaction between a Filipino maid and her employer. The employer brought her there to remit money back to her home country and they were joking around. Why can't every employer treat their maids that way?
After all, they are only here to work and earn money for a living. So, it really disgusts me to know when people actually abuse their maids. Locking them at home, not letting them eat and in worse case scenarios, scalding them with an iron.
We are all humans. They don't lack the capacity to feel what you feel. The fact that the employers pay for their wages doesn't mean that it gives them the right to do literally anything to these maids who would mostly just keep quiet about it because they desperately need the cash.
I'm not saying that every maid is honest and down-to-earth but at least treat them with some respect. Would we like to be yelled at and called "stupid" just because we can't adapt to a new lifestyle and environment in a day?
The excuse that they would run away if you give them too much freedom seems overused. Maybe if they were treated slightly nicer and a little bit better, they wouldn't even fathom of leaving or plot to rob your house.
For the paltry sum of money they earn by traveling so far away from their family, they deserve to at least be given some empathy.
As I'm forced to start my university applications, I am still lost at what I want to take in university.
Some people around me already got admitted into universities but I only just begun! Man, I'm so embarrassed by my sloth-ness.
