Sunday, October 08, 2006
I woke up in the morning, look out from my bedroom window, and noticed a slight mist around my neighbourhood. Ah, fresh moist air. The environment was amazing, absolutely pure. Its as though it rained for centuries last night. And it was a pretty decent sight to behold. Never really enjoyed cool fresh air for months, sorry, years I suppose. All those late nights and afternoon wake-ups are seriously affecting my sleep mode. The visibility was barely reaching 80%, its almost as if I could see floating silhouettes and sketches of unfamiliar figures you normally see in a pastel painting protrait. And it feels so life-like, or watever that means.
So I took a long deep breath like inhaling huge puffs of thick juicy air of orange. Ok, it was just a random thought, but orange is a nice flavour to blend with the current atmosphere.It feels so fucking great, I almost felt as if I was smoking weed, orange weed i suppose, and I was certain I could suddenly grow wings behind my back. That sense of self-pleasure, just by barely breathing in such soothing cool air, almost relaxing to both mind and body. Such a beautiful weather. Its gonna be a waste not to be out jogging, since I'm already out of bed so early and I longed for a nice, long jog at my neighbourhood fitness park. Where I could hear the morning birds chirp in a surprisingly melancholic harmony, the aunties and ah mas chit chatting by the park bench, having their usual up-to-date gossips and news and maybe some hot babe who apparently might whizz past me while I'm at it. There's plenty of hot girls at my neighbourhood, trust me. I do supposedly jog with them, but I never really had the intention to chase after them. For God's sake, I'm jogging, not running after girls. Ok crap, maybe my sub-concious was feeling all high. I daresay I could even strum an alternate guitar picking just for that very morning.
The serenity and calmness just astounds me. I was hoping today was gonna be a very good day. I felt so alive, so high-and-mighty, even though its just another day where I unexpectedly woke up so early and yet surprisingly doesn't have that stony feeling every now and then. It was that kind of feeling where I look forward to today, even if I'm going out or just staying at home doing my own stuff, whilst fasting like all Muslims do for this Ramadhan. Doesn't matter if it tires me after a jog, its a pretty good weather and I've stick to that mindset of "don't waste this opportunity! Grab it damnit!!!"
Nevermind that, so I went on to check my cell phone, which I usually does most of the time in case someone had an urgent news to tell me(surprising, my friend Rachel does. She sometimes scare the shit out of me for no apparent reasons. Sheesh.) But anyway, I just couldn't believe my eyes what I was seeing. For crying out loud, I was cheated. The weather was definitely guilty, it got me there whole. I fell for such silly "mist" outfit. Whatever the weather had done to actually cheat me, it had done well. I hold back the swearing that came into mind like "fuck thats no mist, thats a fucking haze" or "stupid yat, you fell for such an eyesore." That feeling of "urgh...", "urgh..." and clearly more "urgh...". It's already 11.50, almost 12 pm noon. Now that enthusiasm that was curbing deep inside me all along had been drained out like a flush. One shot and all of those manures and waste matters gone. Its the opposite mind you, but I could think of it everything as a negativity.
I was going, "fuck this haze, fuck this morning, fuck this wake-up and fuck this day!" But no, obviously I was thinking of it at that point of time, amazingly, in a positive way. Could be the fact that I was just awake, or maybe I was on a fast, so it really didn't actually slip in my mind to think of it on such an extreme. Being patient was my forte, being a loser was never my weakness.And I lost to a tricky, stinky old haze. If you have a name I'd rather call u hazel. or HazeL as in L for loser. Ok, definitely not in a mood to be so crappy now, which basically turn out to be a bitch fest. But it was obvious that I'm feeling all shitty right now. I've been looking forward to something that wasn't something to look forward to. It sounds awkward but it has a nice ring to it. Bleah. And then I realised, damn Singapore's on a hazy crisis. How shitty can that be, huh?
The mist was clearly a joke, The haze has been concealing an identity as a part-time "mist" investigation. It could be a spy from Indonesia. A huge one with relatively a big nuisance to begin with.Why can't the authority or the democratic government deal with such sinful criminal act? Isn't it ironic that Singapore is such a high-security country? They clearly failed to authoritize one thing which is the haze. This thing's so evil it could make your nose go "ITCH" and your eyes go "SWELL". That's equivalent to murder and rape.
So I had my resolution done in almost in an instant and what did I do? I went back to bed. That idea of going jogging and having a beautiful morning jog totally disappeared. It just dissipitate like thin air. Maybe it was contaminated by those haze-iness that's been bugging me right now. Clearly I was devastated, not only becoz of the whole haze saga, but also becoz of my stupidity. Damn, told ya being a loser was my weakness. I choked fake coughs to add to the sarcasm. Hopefully it might cheer me up just a lil. Like how I'll go "Lalala..." when I'm not in the mood to argue. Or maybe just skip it and pretend I wasn't even talking. I hope the haze gets it though, it'll just worsen my throat bad. Imagine me having a normal conversation whilst sounding like I'm on screamo one day. Wicked. That'll be the cause of YOU, Mr HazeL.
So the story went on until I keep telling myself "no, its not a mist. Its definitely a haze. I'm never gonna fall on that kind of trick ever again." Next thing I knew, I was sound asleep. Zzz...
PS: Obviously I'm just making out a talking cock story becoz I felt the need to put my good narrating to a very good use. Ok lah, maybe just for the haze. Or maybe when I feel so fucking free then I'll make more random novel-like entries like this for reading pleasure. None of this is real mind you, ok lah maybe some of the parts. But the whole incident, never really happen. Its just fiction, all of em. Whatever that means. Heh.
Wassallam.
was rockin' on
Sunday, October 08, 2006 and they said.. 
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