Wednesday, December 14, 2005
right - so here I am sitting and wasting my life away in magnificient idleness.. guess that should make my ageing mind not merely a workshop but possibly some sort of large scale factory for the devil.. but then again, when the mind is not idle but is active it is so active frequently with the devil's doings.. so what is the difference? If mere evil thought were a crime, half - correction, most of us - would have a record longer than Goldilocks' braid..
I guess I should be blogging about what i have been upto and all that but if i start now it would be but a very torturous litany of boring trivialties - there has been plenty of alcohol interspersed with warcraft sessions.. thanks to the spanking new national library's excellent Wodehouse collection that noone else unsurprisingly seems to take an interest in, there's been adequate time and opportunity to read about 5 new Wodehouse classics I'd never heard of before (you see, these dont form part of his famous collections - no jeeves, emsworth or even psmith and mulliner - these are the harder to find gems - single books that dont have any prequels or sequels).. there has been time for sleep and mindless internet surfing and endless catching up with friends outside of NUS and for discussing utter nonsense and to simply sit down and contemplate the larger issues plaguing this rapidly deteriorating world of ours..
One thing I would never quite understand is how there are some among us who feel that their time must be heavily occupied - like life is one mission to accomplish after another.. like its some sort of RPG where the whole aim of the game is to go on some quest or the other.. the more ambitious you are, the more complicated and difficult the quest gets.. the harder you work and the greater the sense of achievement.. mind you, life cannot be an aimless mindless meandering journey either (not like that memorable paper or was that plastic bag in American Beauty).. one should have the time to pause to look and listen and observe and the time to dwell on these observations.. time to do nothing at all but think.. not just about the mundane necessities but about the higher things in life.. the spiritual, the philosophical, the beautiful.. because mere reality if unmitigated by such thoughts is harsh, cruel and downright abysmal.
Yeah the bitch that is life needs a collar and a leash.. but the bitch straining at the leash and forcing you to run along might be good for your heart.. but running all the time is unwelcome.. one ought to jerk/pull the leash once in a while.. show the bitch who's the boss! Dont let her dictate to you..
I guess I should be blogging about what i have been upto and all that but if i start now it would be but a very torturous litany of boring trivialties - there has been plenty of alcohol interspersed with warcraft sessions.. thanks to the spanking new national library's excellent Wodehouse collection that noone else unsurprisingly seems to take an interest in, there's been adequate time and opportunity to read about 5 new Wodehouse classics I'd never heard of before (you see, these dont form part of his famous collections - no jeeves, emsworth or even psmith and mulliner - these are the harder to find gems - single books that dont have any prequels or sequels).. there has been time for sleep and mindless internet surfing and endless catching up with friends outside of NUS and for discussing utter nonsense and to simply sit down and contemplate the larger issues plaguing this rapidly deteriorating world of ours..
One thing I would never quite understand is how there are some among us who feel that their time must be heavily occupied - like life is one mission to accomplish after another.. like its some sort of RPG where the whole aim of the game is to go on some quest or the other.. the more ambitious you are, the more complicated and difficult the quest gets.. the harder you work and the greater the sense of achievement.. mind you, life cannot be an aimless mindless meandering journey either (not like that memorable paper or was that plastic bag in American Beauty).. one should have the time to pause to look and listen and observe and the time to dwell on these observations.. time to do nothing at all but think.. not just about the mundane necessities but about the higher things in life.. the spiritual, the philosophical, the beautiful.. because mere reality if unmitigated by such thoughts is harsh, cruel and downright abysmal.
Yeah the bitch that is life needs a collar and a leash.. but the bitch straining at the leash and forcing you to run along might be good for your heart.. but running all the time is unwelcome.. one ought to jerk/pull the leash once in a while.. show the bitch who's the boss! Dont let her dictate to you..
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