It’s been a week

I am not feeling the slightest bit inspired, despite the recent quite eventful occurrences, fruitful and otherwise. This week, and the one just past, has been one wholesome remarkable period.

It started with my reaching the limit on some tolerance concerning some personal stuff between me and gesty spider monkey (name changed for obvious reasons). See, the thing with me is that certain things seem minute, to me, and I hardly mind them. But a realization occurred to me that I actually do mind the small “unimportant” stuff; only not as they happen. I sweep them under the carpet. But one can only do that for so long before a disturbing ‘bump’ starts showing. Just like eggs, one can only hold a certain number in their palms and just one extra addition will result to an unwanted, almost expected, outcome… its falling. And an effort, futile to say the least, to save them will only lead to the breaking of all the others. Am I communicating? Are you getting what I’m saying? Haha, that reminds me of my G.H.C. teacher, lovable woman, that one. And laughable too, sorry to say. Anyway, I’m not known to communicate my oppressions. I pile them up until one last addition triggers the snapping. This is one thing I should change, I know. But it’s as hard as changing my not keeping in touch with supposed friends. I don’t do it on purpose.

Then came the road trip to the Abadare Ranges. Lovely time that was, what with the scenery, with lovely company. Actually we were just visiting my brother who happens to school in that remote area, but it was awesome, nonetheless. This was followed by a house party where I totally snapped at gesty spider monkey. Taking responsibility, later, and fixing it only resulted to a disturbance of the serenity and excitement of an anticipated event. Actually it was THE EVENT! I’m still apologetic to one whose truncated name matches not his interest. I think. Does it?

Gesty spider monkey and I went to watch X MEN one late evening. One can only imagine the excitement overflowing in me and the many “awesome”s that were urging to escape my mouth. The anticipation was just too much. Then I’m there waiting for the 3D glasses and the guy looks at me, pauses, then brusquely drawls saying the movie is in not in 3D.

Dismay!

Halfway through the movie, the lights go out.

I am not lying. Albeit shortly, say five minutes, the lights actually went out in the theatre in the middle of a movie. So we got a rewind. I’m almost positive this has never happened before. Told you, it was one exceptional week.

But wait, the crown is yet to be bestowed.

So I’m strutting walking in town to school. I’ve got my sexy swag on, my pride shooting and all. My esteem was so high, I swear I could fly. My happy-walk was cut short by these guys who just surrounded me from nowhere. Was I too engrossed in my happy time to notice them from afar? So the street is really crowded with human traffic, it’s that rush hour time. And these guys walk with me and start talking to me like we’re friends or something. Only it’s a pretend talk. One is already in my pocket and grabs hold of something. I instinctively grab hold of my phone and wallet, still not sure what’s happening.

I’m being mugged in the middle of a street with hundreds of passersby not noticing a thing! What?!

Talk of crime evolution! It’s blending in!

All these things are happening so fast, I’m still not quite registering what’s going on… much. So it hit me and I got scared. I all of a sudden notice the press on my back. It’s a gun. Dear mother. No, dear God. Help me. I got scared. And then puzzled. Yes, the guy on my left, a black guy, still struggling to get my phone, had a nose pointy enough to cut fabric. I swear.

So I had to think fast. I figured they wouldn’t get violent on such a busy street, so I shoved one of them and walked unexpectedly fast. Really fast. Almost sprinting. I crossed the road right after seeing them, ever so briefly, following me. I got into a ‘bata’ shop where I composed myself and shopped for sandals like nothing had happened. It’s also where I realized they had already taken some money. Nothing more though.

And after that whole week, I’m still not inspired to write anything. Oh wait, I’ve written something. That’ll do, for now.

Till next time, Adios.

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WHY?

Why? This is a question I’ve asked myself de novo. Why? And I was left thinking for a while, not knowing what I’m thinking about. But one consistent thought process was the disturbing craving for Amarula. I guess I just wasn’t ready to answer it, or rather think about it. I do that quite often. I pretend. I pretend it’s not important. Or maybe it’s postponing. I’m not sure what it is exactly that I do, but the wise would say it’s not wise. I’m sure. It works out for me though, well, so far. Anyway, back to the “why?”. Oops, I’ve just realized I haven’t given you the context. So the million dollar question is why I had started a blog.

Why? I thank….. (a sporadic but failing attempt for humor requiring the knowledge of a certain lame joke. I’m too lazy to tell it)... OK then, I meant to write “thought”. So I thought for a while and I came to the realization that the only reason I had started this blog was coz of the pushing I got from these two friends of mine, God bless them. Why? Why did they? Do they know me better than I do myself? Or did they just want to see how I’d do? Better yet, were they looking for some calibration to gauge themselves? Did they conspire? Why? Oh yes, sorry to say, but these thoughts actually crossed my mind. Then, everything changed, right after that one cig. I’m not campaigning for cigarette smoking. It’s funny how no single smoker will ever tell you to do it. I think that’s the magic behind it. Forbidden fruit. I tend to fall for such.  Anyway, I realized I had given in a lil bit too early, before actually finding a reason to. So I’m sitting there, feeling sorry for myself, and trying to answer that now-so-heavy query, “why?”, when BAM! Epiphany! A realization of one’s self!

It just hit me, right there in the face, like the way a (poor) bird hits the windscreen of a speeding bus. I EFFING LIKE CHALLENGES! I fall for them face first. If all was a challenge, I’d be so effing good at everything. Case in point: school (that’s primary and high school), we had numbers from the top achievers to the bottom ones. And it was a competition, not necessarily for good grades, but for that prestigious top position, number one! I need not point out the number I got, almost all through, lest I’m mistaken for a brag. I will just say that it’s a really small number, not a prime number, and requires little effort to write down. I’m thinking I wouldn’t prosper in something that’s not a challenge. You know, a competition. I like winning. Or trying to. I don’t like working for something in which I wouldn’t win. That’s a bad trait, I know. Say for example, if I opened a bank account for my savings, I wouldn’t save much. I’m inclined, matter-of-factly, to think I wouldn’t save at all. But if someone agrees to compete with me, based on how much one would save, I would so beat them, saving like my life depends on it.

So yeah, I accepted a challenge and it’s led me to ‘stumble upon’ some self-realization. I think the hope of stumbling upon such good fruits, the whole hope thing unknown to me before now, was what led me to take up the much challenges I have (taken up). I’ve done that a lot. 

A LOT!

So this is me preaching challenge acceptance. This is me telling a drowning man in a fast flowing river to not clutch at the useless grass blades but to let the current take them, to let themselves go with the flow (I sound so wise, right? Please say yes. Really? But I rhymed!). At some point it’ll take them to a floating log or a low-hanging life-saving branch of a tree. It happens in movies, it must have been inspired by frequently occurring real life experiences. Ok maybe not so frequent.

So should I have a theme (a “why?”), also read, a reason, for my blog? Some use it a diary, some post news, some post some gossip. What about me? I know. I will leave mine as a blank. Anything can be filled in. yeah. 

(I wrote this in exactly 33 minutes. I’m still craving Amarula. Haven’t had some in God knows how long. So well wishers out there, I can give you my shipping address.)

Till next time, Adios. You have anything to say, anything, you know where the comment section is.

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In The Beginning....

OK. So here goes… this is my first leap. You know that first step you take on your first trip to the ice rink? You know how excitedly nervous you get? How you feel? Like you just got a tiny shot of adrenaline? and you’re also asking yourself a thousand and one questions? Will I fall? When will I learn? Then at that moment you see guys humouredly swooshing and turning, and ghosting past the rookies at insane speeds and you ask yourself, will I ever get to do that? (I got carried away, I’m sorry) That’s precisely how I feel.  This is my first blog post. As I was recently telling a newly found, quite intelligent buddy of mine, reason why I hadn’t done this earlier, I don’t know. Another friend of mine, an entertaining blogger, and an ostentatious one for that matter, with a selectively saccharine personality concurs with Kuzco (I’ll tell you about Kuzco later), I should have done this earlier.

I dedicate this post to one Arthur and one Miamis (yes, that’s his real name. I know, right?). If it weren’t for their pushing, you wouldn’t be reading this. Much gratitude Art, I’m truthfully thankful. Kuzco thinks I’m being overly emotional  just thanking someone, so I’m done with it. And Miamis, (that name is too weird, so I’ll henceforth refer to you as Silas) thanks much for the encouragement.

About Kuzco? Already? That can wait. I’m not pleasing anyone anyway. Speaking of which, this is not one of those daily updated blogs, or some reliable fact source. No. This is just me speaking my mind out, regardless of the society’s accepted “truth”, of what you think, of the bloggers’ rules (are there any?). This is me practicing my freedom of speech. And I’ll update it as much or as little as I please. I’m really lazy, just so you know. This blog is not meant to hurt anyone’s feelings or sting one’s faith though. No one should take it too personal. Maybe just a tad bit. that would pamper the smug feeling I’ll be having when posting stuff.

 Till next time, adios. What? The ending is lame? Tell me what I should’ve concluded with in the comments section below. 

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