Others are still in the melodic mood of the muslim festival - taking this chance to visit , keep in touch with their loved ones - near and far - which perhaps would be awkward if done at any other time of the year.
My introverted other half is getting some payback sleep since his insomniac disease cannot seem to cure - despite coffee-less, full milky night. Milky as in the successful attempt to drink warm milk, for once an obedience portrayed by him towards the traditional advice around the world - in the most literal sense. This is a clean statement - even though I am unsure of the reason of the necessity I find to provide the explanation.
I, on the other hand, try to resist all the forceful attempt in reading those fictions which I can hear calling my name, to visit my half-written so-called fiction, and to colour those pages purchased for the fun and therapy - as some put it; to reluctantly focus on the past year papers at this age - the age to nurture the young, or relax, or to print more valuable national currency notes. Print more as in make more money - it's just a metaphor (just in case this blog is ever found by trouble finders who seem to need to put people behind bars.). I have set some goals for myself - to pass these papers with at least some colours, if they can't fly. I am running out of time... and in all seriousness and truthfulness, I have yet to prepare for the teleconference I have invited everyone around Malaysia to join. Speech is a must to prepare. After so much mess throughout all these years, I have learnt that preparation and planning are siamese twins where if you operate them they will die so will you. If using the phrase is an offensive statement to many then in another way I'd put it would be as the most passionate, addicted lovers who cannot live without one another. I am profoundly shallow, if that makes any sense at all.
Beautiful, noisy minded Saturday afternoon.
