my perfect morning.
You wake up to the familiar sound of your cellphone's 'alarm function' and after a few reluctant groans you force open your ever-so-heavy eye-lids and stumble to the bathroom. You pick up the same blue-green toothbrush from the same toothbrush holder, squeeze the exact same volume of toothpaste with deathly precision but casually, and start brushing your set of teeth in the same order.
What follows would most likely be that same chain of actions carried out that same order.
And we just go through it matter-of-factly, hardly pausing once to look at ourselves from a third-person's view. I would expect it to be uncannily similar to that first zombie flick you saw. Imagine what this does to your brain, and it hardly gets any better when you get to that same workplace, sit on that same chair, staring at that same computer screen with the same people around you. God save creativity!
I decided to do something different this morning. I actually decided to for once, draw those stark black curtains back, let in some of those first rays of dawn and just be... awake! Believe or not, i even skipped washing up.
Ahhh.. i forgot how beautiful mornings are; when you have totally NO agenda, nowhere you have to be, no one you have to talk to, nothing you have to do. And you just see it for what it is... (not to mention gloat at those neighbours *coughZombies of mine leaving for work)
The giver of life, casting its rays to gently cradle the world out from its cold slumber. As i drew that long and heavy light-proof curtain this morning, i stopped as a gush of cool morning breeze hit me right in the face. That aroma, that glow from the morning sun, that rustling of leaves, mixed with a certain spicyness of the december winds (yes, dont ask me how but somehow it always gets me into that festive mood).
As the leaves outside slowly awaken to bask in full glory of the morning sun, i pondered on the ultimate 'morning scenario'. Ah yess.. Glenn Ong and the Flying Dutchman in the morning express! Flipped the switches and scrolled to Class 95 on my hi-fi and wow, the all-too-familiar Traffic Watch anthem was on! Nostaligica in its finest!
*sidenote : i'm listening to my neighbour trampling away on the piano. its freaky how well he/she is playing it. i swear he/she (or i much really prefer to refer to as IT), had been admirably faithful to it's art.. i mean i've practically heard it learn to play the piano through the years!
An incense away and here i am sitting at my laptop trampling away to my own set of keys... Oh did i forgot to mention the reason for this perfectly random piece of text? yeahyeah i hit the b**g a couple of times.
What follows would most likely be that same chain of actions carried out that same order.
And we just go through it matter-of-factly, hardly pausing once to look at ourselves from a third-person's view. I would expect it to be uncannily similar to that first zombie flick you saw. Imagine what this does to your brain, and it hardly gets any better when you get to that same workplace, sit on that same chair, staring at that same computer screen with the same people around you. God save creativity!
I decided to do something different this morning. I actually decided to for once, draw those stark black curtains back, let in some of those first rays of dawn and just be... awake! Believe or not, i even skipped washing up.
Ahhh.. i forgot how beautiful mornings are; when you have totally NO agenda, nowhere you have to be, no one you have to talk to, nothing you have to do. And you just see it for what it is... (not to mention gloat at those neighbours *coughZombies of mine leaving for work)
The giver of life, casting its rays to gently cradle the world out from its cold slumber. As i drew that long and heavy light-proof curtain this morning, i stopped as a gush of cool morning breeze hit me right in the face. That aroma, that glow from the morning sun, that rustling of leaves, mixed with a certain spicyness of the december winds (yes, dont ask me how but somehow it always gets me into that festive mood).
As the leaves outside slowly awaken to bask in full glory of the morning sun, i pondered on the ultimate 'morning scenario'. Ah yess.. Glenn Ong and the Flying Dutchman in the morning express! Flipped the switches and scrolled to Class 95 on my hi-fi and wow, the all-too-familiar Traffic Watch anthem was on! Nostaligica in its finest!
*sidenote : i'm listening to my neighbour trampling away on the piano. its freaky how well he/she is playing it. i swear he/she (or i much really prefer to refer to as IT), had been admirably faithful to it's art.. i mean i've practically heard it learn to play the piano through the years!
An incense away and here i am sitting at my laptop trampling away to my own set of keys... Oh did i forgot to mention the reason for this perfectly random piece of text? yeahyeah i hit the b**g a couple of times.