Huh? What EarthQUAKE…?!

Woken up by my mom, rudely, didn't I tell her that I'm not going to college tomorrow (today?)
Slowly, deciphered what she was saying.
"Pri, Pri, wake up. The alarms are ringing and people are standing out, at the lobby…go do..GO DOWN!"

Finally, something out of the ordinary to look forward to.
Rubbing my eyes with the T-shirt, with my hair out place (who bloody hell cares?), took the stairs down to the lobby. It didn't help that the blue murder screaming siren was placed right next to the door leading to the stairs.

Am down now. Eek…the guards don't look approachable. Just stand around…wait…and then find out what's happening.

After 10 minutes = crap man. Everyone is speaking Chinese…how am I to understand one gibberish!

"Tsunami….better if we are near the sea.."

HUH????!!

"YES! It was shaking…the lights was shaking…the candleholder was shacking…after a while I told my husband to stop shaking his legs…I felt dizzy also! "

Sub-consciously knew that something close to an earthquake happened…and I SLEPT through it all!

After 5 minutes…

I think I should call mommy and bro down…imagine the heap of concrete on them…..scary…

When I got to my humble unit, my mom closed the door behind me…HUH?
"Hey, we need to go down, it seems it was shaking…"
"What? Huh?…Wait…check CNN"
By then, the guards down stairs were flashing lights, obviously signaling us to come down..

My mom is an emergency sucker.
"Hey what do we need to take…?"
"Just come down Ma"
"Take the handphone"
"Yah, yah, just come down…quick.."
"Wait…need to wear bra…"
hrm…I didn't even care if my tits were showing..

We are down now, looking up at our unit…
Maybe I should have taken more than my phone and purse…my certs??
Oh screw it man…
This is embarrassing…my brother is talking too loudly, attracting attention. My mom induced him into calling relatives to ask if there was some massive earthquake…people are turning and looking at us. I should stand I little further away.

Oh man, real bore, this thing…let's message Aveena…
Aveena, the drama queen told me that other condominium settlers were being evacuated too…how joyous!

So, at about 1.30 a.m. everyone got bored and decided that screw it if the thing falls down now, we need our slumber. My brother refused to turn-off the BBC. Imagine, a 9-year-old interested in a bunch Brits repeating over and over and over again that it was an 8.2 - 8.5 Richter scale Earthquake, offshore west to Banda Aceh.

I have to finish this Physics paper…before that, wish Aveena nite nite.


Energised to Diana Ross's I'm coming out

Incoherence

Somewhere in the wee hours of the morning = Shoot, too late to actually start mugging…go back to bed

Early morn = fan spinning, head whizzing, thinking of him…oh…get a grip…

Dunno how am going to pass this exam. Shit…don't know one crap thing.

It's mom's birthday today, and I haven't wished her. She's only in the next room. How can I be this childish…

It's raining, and the bed is really squishy and warm...haven't done this chapter…skip the nap…arg…
Thoughts drawn towards my pathetic life…again…him…again…

Go to bed…

The rain is ceaseless…just a few weeks ago, it was scorching hot. Weird, undulating, intermittent world we live in…

Table lamp light went out..
Angel in me says Bloody Hell
Logically Devilish me says YEAYY!!
Noticed that the fan stopped…hrm…power's out. Turns out the whole condominium complex is out of electricity..

Little bro knocks the door open…
"Pri, listen, no light right…take me to swimming…sit near the pool and study.."
Inconsiderate me say " Go to hell!"

10 minutes later…after a long stare out the window…
"Hey, Gundu (Tamil for fatty) Come, change…will take you now…

Seems like 12 year olds these days use *uck as a staple word to converse..
What was I doing 7 years ago?
Yes….wore carrot-cut jeans and oversized men's T-shirt and tried to make sense of my thickening hips…
Currently splashing water and humming and singing... "…with a fist of pure emotion, and a head of shattered dreams, got to leave all behind now.."

Jogging aimlessly …and getting wet slowly…thanks to the drizzle…rain hasn't stopped…yet..

Having dinner now…
A white man carrying an infant walks in the restaurant…
Gosh, the baby's damn cute…aw…the big round eyes and pudgy little hands…aw..
Am going to marry a white and bear little white children…can't wait..

Two planes have equations (they read you cinderella) The planes intersect…(and you hoped in would come true) Calculate the angle (and one day a prince charming will come rescue you…) Prove the identity (I can love you like that)…Maths + Music is fantastic!

Watching a dumb movie called How to Deal…
It's hilarious though…this Jack Russell was humping on a woman's leg…hahhhah..
The grandma smoked cannabis and was high the entire day with cuckoo antics….
Mandy Moore is really pretty…but she can't act…period.

Sudden affection for men with curly hair…ex. John Mayer, Tom Everett Scott…..


Zoning out to Eric Clapton's Blue Eyes Blue

My Darling, My Blood...

A day out for 2 equally flaked out individuals.

We were so tired that we didn't even argue..not once.

To every depressing talk, we ended it with the perfect one-word-er = Life…

I conned her into watching Million Dollar Baby. Then again, she happily assumed that it was going to be like Rocky. (A very costly assumption)

Poor girl. As we were waiting to buy tickets, she was looking around, glancing at posters…and gasp…it was so evident she hasn't been reading newspapers, watching TV or doing anything synonymous to chillin'. She didn't know what Hitch was, featuring Will Smith. She was so horribly off the movie calendar that her initial plan was to watch Constantine. It's not even in the schedule!

It baffled me…a lot. It was me, the nerd-dy one. Not her. Certainly not her. And yet….Oh yah, dear-ry here was doing Form 6. And the straight out of Loon-ville stories she was telling me was testament enough that it was a miracle she was still who she is…

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One classmate has started talking to the wall...

Another nearly went blind after contracting chicken pox. All thanks to her rooftop level of stress.

One guy mugs like shit at home so much so his mere existence in class is to bug everyone out of their skin.

It's so freaky…the teachers are asking them to chill.

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Now, now…

Million Dollar Baby was a masterpiece. It's a wonder how Eastwood pulled it off, minus the glam and violence of boxing. He ripped it all and replaced it with the calm serenity of Freeman's narration.

If you think you're pathetic, you'll see Swank living everyday, very aware that she was trash. One shot at glory and she took it with style. It almost seemed to easy for her, knocking out opponents just one minute into the first round…maybe even less. Shortly after that, you're reminded of the bleak life she's leading - no friends and the worst part of all…you'll wonder how mothers straight from hell can be living.

It's a wonder how little things bring profound changes. And in Swanks' case, witness the early morning mist vaporising from her fairy tale success with the help of a three-legged stool.

If I go on, I am sure to spill the beans on the ending. Don't want to spoil it for ya!

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While watching the movie, future doctors - my friend and I, were squirming away as Frankie fixes Maggie's broken nose. It's really funny thinking back, I was moving my body in the same direction he was yanking the broken nose into place. And when he inserted cotton buds into her nostrils to stop blood from sprouting out like a geyser, we ended it all by saying "Oh MY GOD!" I wonder how we are actually going to survive medicine…

P.S - The movie also fueled a sudden urge to try out Lemon Pie…

Stoned out with Joss Stone's Got a Right To Be Wrong

Washed Out

With hypersensitive tear glands and mucous secreting cells working full force, I was literally washed out. ENOUGH was Enough. So I made a deal with myself. I promised myself a 'Time Out' first thing the next day if and only if I stayed up late and finish up work that was lagging for weeks. Anyway, who needs a cry baby, right?

So, as my ride to college sped off, instead of stepping into the cafeteria, I took a U-turn out. *gasp*. Classes weren't due until at least an hour and a half. So, there was time aplenty for me and only me….

As I sat on the swing in a nearby playground, I was aware of that most of the elderly people taking their morning walks were making horrid assumptions about me. What's an adolescent doing playing the swing, alone, early in the morning? Then again, anonymity gives you the freedom to do anything you please.

While oscillating, with the breeze lightly caressing my cheeks, life seemed just. Connection with anything outside my boundary was if anything, minute. So what if my seamless life was tearing apart. So what if I was in a stupor? So what if my life wasn't straight…and nothing…absolutely nothing made sense. Life, on a daily basis is really, down right mundane. It takes time, patience, pain and struggle to simply let things be. If I'm lucky, soon enough, the fog will clear and the Big Picture will come into focus.

I sat there, staring at my extra virginal legs - thanks to yesterday's shave, kicking the ground periodically for greater momentum. If only I had Norah Jones or Sarah McLaughlin plugged on now, everything would be perfect. There was background music though - a group of elders were doing tai chi. Their slowed motion and the soothing sound was good enough to whisk my worries away - temporarily.

My legs started aching soon enough, but distraction came to the rescue in the form of Michael Bublé's cover version of 'Dance with me'. Stay home mums were practicing their dance moves. I had to change my position to be able to watch them. Some of them got uncomfortable - I was staring too hard and smiling like the ice-cream man just stopped by. After a while, I had to suppress my impulsive desire to join them. Swaying hips and calculated steps were many times better than punching the calculator and memorizing pointless reaction mechanisms of transition metals.

I was aware that the moment I put my feet down and get up, my pretty little idyllic picture would crumble. I have to reconnect to reality, which I didn't want to do. But hey, how many times did you catch yourself doing something you don’t want do? I'm so bloody sore…oh god…HELP!


Reminiscing with Usher's U Got It Bad