Friday, August 04, 2006

I just got home from sending Mama for her weekly recital classes. And while I was contemplating if Musangz should deserve a good scrub at the carwash on my drive back, I found myself thinking out loud, bursting with ideas and thoughts to blog about. Accrue that to this book I'm currently so into that I just had to have it for company everywhere I go. I thought I could read it in between red lights and zebra crossings. Anyhow, I managed a couple of pages at the carwash cos I was second in line. Just when I wished there be queue, the ironies of life can't help it manifesting just exactly the opposite way (...than it should have been perfect otherwise...). LIFE. And cos I was cladded in my most worn and real see-thru t-shirt, fit for bad hair, specky, and oh-so-not-bothered to fill-in eyebrow days, I had decided against the interior of Musangz to be vacuumed cos otherwise I would have to step out of my car. And stepping out simply means putting my very reputation on the line. (Don't pity me please. It's sad I know that I have had to salvage a reputation from a neighbourhood carwash...but darn is one of them carwash fella cutelah!) A particularly longer than usual foaming and scrubbing session, notwithstanding, I'll vacuum another day. I looked bad. And there's no two way about that. I think I'll do without the extra attention that alongside my relationship limbos, mostly screw-ups has co-existed with some other unhappening not-worth-mentions. Though Sumeetha, an LSS I flew with just recently, insisted that I have a double number to my birthdate, and that in numerology terms, spells good luck. Though I would love to bellieve her and not alter the primordial impulses (don't we all love to believe good things?!) that drive all of human nature, I haven't always been lucky, so I don't trust. Period.
Okay okay, anyhow, I headed home after carwash and while I scale the stairs to my floor landing, something kinda got me by my "nose" sense. A new neighbour has indeed shifted on our floor. The nose, knows. The undisputed smell of "Resam" enveloping the air displacing the smoggy trail of burnt hell notes. So to new neighbour, "Velcome!"
I got back from Perth yesterday morning. Let's just say that I spent just an eeny bit of my allowance on a pair of real "blinging", faux-diamonte'd, Cleopatra-inspired, thong-like, turquoised-coloured flats.
Ok Ok...Mama called already. Her ngaji ended early today. So I gotta fetch her now. Will continue when I get back okay?....Till later..Ta!

T.B.C....... ......THE END.......