Saturday, 11 August 2012

Countdown

4 more days.

And I'm off to see the world. All alone this time, across 7 countries in the span of a month.

This bleary life has grown tiresome. I need a respite.

Oh, my parents still have no clue about this, and what little hints that I have given them seem to have thrown them off-kilter. Then they'll start shooting a million questions in 30 seconds.

I am really doing this. Without my family's knowledge. God help me.

But I have absolutely no regrets.

So let the journey begin.

Wednesday, 8 August 2012

dental drama - part 1

After my 'visit' today, I am thoroughly convinced that Poe must have been inspired by the standards of dentistry in his days when he wrote the Pit.

The executioner comes in many disguises. le sigh.

My only salvation was le iPod, and the constant ogling of dem Italian players beating the crap out of the US team in men's volleyball. Hey, whatever works for the pain, okay. And they won. In all respects *if you know what I mean*

Thank heavens for the charms of those HD tvs that even dentists deem it necessary to include in their fancy-schmancy lair these days. Extra points for tuning into the Olympics.

Now if you'll excuse me, I think I might have grown stalactites in my mouth in the last few hours. Thanks doc.  No more leisurely munching on desserts (or rice! oh the horror) for the next few days.

yes nigel. like that.
i would killz for dem teeth to escape dental purgatorio

Это всё  :(

Monday, 6 August 2012

Vile, vile thing

"Unbelief is the subjective negation of a belief in Order, Beauty, Purpose, and Eternal Life. Unbelief is to Faith as Chaos is to Cosmos, as the Fire of Misery is to the Garden of Bliss."

Tsk tsk. Slacking, have we? One full bloody month without any new posts.  And no single entry in my journal as well. As evident through my vile, squiggly scribble at a joke of an attempt in flawless penmanship.

Blink blink. 13 more days until the Holy month ends.

I am feeling that waning motivation already. Oh Lord. What a pitiful sight. Has not my heart illuminated at all with introspection? Or have false inner demons lingered too long, pushing me off into that dark abyss, forcing me to claw my way up all over again, battered and bloodied?

Lesson most severely learnt today from سورة ص today:

[from the commentary]: "Turn to Him in Prayer and Praise, for that is more than any worldly power or wisdom."

Bam. So my compass malfunctioned. The dunya is too much, and I only have yours truly to blame.

So much for donning the cloak of a vicegerent. Completely helpless and insignificant before Him.

With that, I sincerely beg Your forgiveness from this vile, flawed mortal coil. Mercy.

On another note: The Olympics have completely taken over most of my life. You know you overindulge when you have the Chinese national anthem on loop in your head for a few days. A quadrennial event is no reason to abandon the pen though. My apologies.

And...Bulgaria in 10 days. Say WHAT?