my week
I never thought that I was one of those typical women prone to being temperamental.
Perhaps I was wrong. Somehow, this has been a rather bad week. It first started off with going out with a friend who I felt was really weird. And boring. And therefore such a bore. Till now, I have no idea why we even went out. I think I could have been better off hanging out by myself. Seriously.
There was this other really bad morning which was so awfully hot and humid that it makes me wonder how can anyone ever tolerate such conditions. Somewhere along the way, evolution and natural selection got lazy, loosened the survival criteria and allowed beings to survived such humidity. What asked what was the greatest invention in the last century, LKY said it was the air-conditioner. Which hence got Singapore dubbed as "The Air-conditioned nation". He explained that without the AC, none of us will get any work done. How true. We'll probably start taking siestas too!
This morning, didn't start off too well either. I broke a bottle of condense milk. It sort of slipped out of my hand when I took it out of the fridge due to condensation. I stared at the broken bottle swimming the creamy white sticky milk and simply stared. How does one clean up such a mess? Thankfully, mother appeared and with a huge "AI YO" she proceeded to clean it up. Phew.
Sick porn refers to the fascination one can have with sick scenes/images. Think of the way one's eyes can stayed glued to some accident scene, or an amputated limb. That's sick porn. I first came across this phrase in "Love Thy Neighbor", a non-fiction work on the Bosnian/Serb war. The author was describing how he finds himself fixated to a scene of grossosity and yet can't help staring. Can't stop staring. I don't know if everyone is a closet sick porn viewer. I admit that I am. Since young, I had this fascination with staring at wounds. Amazed at the scabs, sometimes floating amidst a sea of pus. There was once I thought that it was like the earth - continental plates drifting on a bed of molten pus. Today, I had another sick porn moment. I was trying to move some larvae to a new vial because the old one looks rather crowded. I scooped up whatever I could and tried to get them into the new vial. This ball of writhing, living squishy larvae. Laymen will call them maggots and pronounce them disgusting. But I could not tear my eyes from them. It was as if the writhing bodies of those white larvae had a hypnotic effect on me and I just stared. Simply stared.
I know that I am in a awful mood this week because I was in absolutely no mood to kid around. This colleague of mine was wondering what was wrong with me and that totally got on my nerves. He was, irritating, as unfairly described by me in this awful psychotic state. Besides that, I am hideously tired. All thanks to Haruki Murakami. I started on South of the Border, West of the Sun and couldn't put down the book. Its not a great book but still I can't seem to stop, When I think about my actions over the past few days I am beginning to suspect that I am developing some sort of obsessive compulsive symptoms. I stayed up late last night reading that and I feel like i'm n such a mess now. Even coffee can't redeem me because I've ran out of it! So tell me, why is this week just not my week?
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I find that as I grow older, friends feel more precious to me. They are like vintage wine, which with age gets better (haha!). You can meet up with a friend to catch up and suddenly, this feeling of warmth overwhelms you. You think of the past and realise that memories can be priceless. You treasure that friendship not just because you love your friend but also, maybe for selfish reason, that friend bears some kind of testimony to your life. Even if its for a short time.
=Friendship is so beautiful, why do we have to settle for just one partner, one soulmate? Why can't we all just have one huge orgy?
posted by eline @ 11:54 PM
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