Rambles and Reflections

IT'S around 5.30am. Heart beating against the rib cage, I'm seated outside at the balcony, watching the sunrise. The weather is improving. The sun doesn't burn anymore. The northerly wind probably has something to do with this delightful change. By early November, I expect the first shower of rain to grace this land, and with that, the light sweaters can come out from the backseat of my closet.

I spent the night watching episodes of Mad Men. It's titillating to watch Joan Holloway do her thing. I can watch her forever. I've even been wearing my make-up like her these two weeks. Lots of nude shimmers on the lids, winged eyes, white liner, luscious lashes and red lipstick. Makes me feel terribly naughty and nice. I can't curl my hair to save my life nor it is in that haughty, great red but it will do.

I could also watch Don Draper forever. So beautifully formed as they all say in every season. Good-looking people do have some advantages in many areas of life. It appears that he is smart as well. I've met a few Don Drapers in my life. Well, almost Don Drapers. Sleek-haired creatures in well-fitted suits with a nice office and a penchant for beautiful automobiles. Men of few words, with women consciously throwing themselves at them. It must be both a blessing and a curse, depending on how you look at it.

Caffeine has a bad effect on me. My mistake was having unknowingly consumed 2 tablets of Panadol Extra at midnight. These panadols have 65mg of caffeine each. From then, I've been experiencing palpitations, insomnia, nausea and a shadowy headache. I don't know how people do coffees and teas daily. The sun has risen pretty high now. Perhaps I should drink a litre of fresh watermelon juice and go for a walk to come out of this. Have a great day y'all!

The Mean One

WHAT do I do without prompts during sluggish times like this. Thanks to Mama Kat's. I'd share something mean someone had said to me once, and why it has stuck with me after all these years. You know how some people are plain weird ? The type that others would avoid simply because it's the easy way out around them? I've always thought that some of these individuals are just lonely and they could do with company once in a while. That's how I ended up spending some tea breaks with Madam X because most people just avoided her. So yeah. I took pity. Madam X was a smart lady with just too many personal issues that sometimes screwed up her talents. Often in a dreamy state, she loved talking about the drama that went on in her life and I'd always just listened. She also frequently went off topic and lectured about randoms things like what's inside a computer or the circuit of an electrical device. Now that's clearly not my cup of tea but I'd alway...

Grey Skies and Feeling Blue

Love the pink against the blue I love this photograph. A friend had put it up on Facebook recently and I fell in love with it immediately . Blue skies to me, spell nice things and put me in an instant cheery mood. Along with the warmth of the sun on my skin and some wind in my hair, it's easier to smile and look forward to things in a positive light. It gives hope. Not good at all The current haze that we're experiencing here is just very disturbing in every way. They say it's due to a forest fire in Indonesia but it feels more like the whole country had burned down or something. The Indonesians must have lungs of steel to withstand a nuclear blast if I can feel this way being 900 miles away from them. My sky is a constant blur of grey it doesn't look well at all. The air has a smoky smell to it and for me, smoky is only good in your BBQ meals. The visibility is as if the Kuala Lumpur skyline has been magically erased off my bedroom window ...

Musical Influences

IT'S a Sunday and I wish I could sing. I was never the singing sort or had a talent for anything musical despite coming from a musically-inclined family. Growing up with lots of music around me, I'd managed to block them all out to some degree. Why? Probably there was too much of it. But some music have stayed on. Like that of Michael Jackson. It didn't help that a family friend at that time just happened to resemble the pop king so much - you know, the look he'd spotted after the first two cosmetic surgeries : still very much him, but just with better defined features without the bleach? Was listening to an album earlier and I've just realised how much I miss MJ's voice. This just makes me want to reach out and touch the edge of that voice to see if it's for real. I also couldn't block out Boney M (or Abba for that matter). My grandma played them way too much for me to stop their music from sneaking up into my system and staying there fore...

Pickles n' Tickles by JJ

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