Two Bumps on the Road

The Philaharmonic Chamber Choir was really quite good. I loved the choice of songs that evening, with less of your usual eclectic, abstract pieces replaced with more soothing folk songs. Especially helpful when you just ran over a cat. Poor little fella. I honestly did not feel that bad about it until Angie through her tears and sobbing lamented that "It could have been somebody's meow meow." It could have been my meow meow. Injuria ad volunti you could say. Still even though, Neko is that stupid it would be quite unfortunate.

It was raining cats and dogs, almost quite literally. I could hardly see through the pelting of raindrops and the ominous feeling you get when you drive around without a driving license kind of exacerbates the situation. The road sloped downward quite sharply, turning the tarmac into one of those black waterwalls Sift Lords would probably install in their houses. Just over the apex of the hill, the grey little meow meow suddenly dashed out in front of us, with two bright yellow eyes, retinas fully reflected in the headlights. Funny how things seem to move in suspended animation when you reach critical moments. Reminds me of the moment when I was about to crash into a taxi three years ago. You seem to have had the luxury of time to contemplate a thousand and one things you should and should not have done. I have less than a week to my exams, and yet less than half a thought about it has gone through my head. Heck, I'll start tomorrow. As the Procrastinator on the Amanda Show always says, "I'll save you... Eventually!"

So many things to do. Always do what's most important first, they say. Trouble is that it's always hard to say whats most important. Readings to catch up. Hell yea, I think Deegan has far less important things to say about Accounting Theory than Elizabeth David has to say about virgin pressings of olives and their leaves. A cream coloured box full of purple coloured ribbons sit waiting to be transformed into a jewellery box for my butters. And everytime we quarrel, it mocks me, "you'll get down to it... Eventually! But really don't bother cos you guys will break up anyway... Eventually!" I'm 7 hours away for a 10% quiz which I spent about 8 hours trying to look at. Not so much trying to get the stuff into my head but more like trying to figure out why I'm spending so much effort and time on it anyway.

There are better things to do. Like trying to synchronise all my contacts with my new limited edition all-black V3 Motorola. It's not that great when you look closely at it actually. There are visible gaps at the edges. And my metal keypad is dented. Sigh at what price will I then get a decent machine to make phone calls from? Dammit. The kind people at Vertu tell me that they'll let the Ascent go for $25,000. A good deal I might add, especially since that there are no gaps in the edges and there's no metal keypad to dent. The platinum keys and ruby crystal display are a side benefit too. Ahhhh... Black is the new Black. Darth Vadar would be so much more cool, if his 80's looking control panel was updated in bat black softtouch keys. It would be even more cool if one of those buttons dispensed the dark side peanut M&M's. If the force don't work, I'd bet those yummy dark chocolate goodies would weaken any mind.

I sense great fear in you, little meow meow. But then again, maybe it was mine. I tried to brake, but if I braked to hard, I would skid on a two lane two-way road. If I veered right, I could careen into the sidewalk or all the way down the slope. I tried to stall for time, braking as hard as I could without locking the wheels. The meow meow seemed fixated to a spot, and I tried to let it pass in between the wheels. Jon Ban once said that you should never change your first answer during a true/false quiz. Two choices - stay or go, and don't change your first decision. Too bad meow meow didn't know Jon Ban earlier, otherwise I'd think they'd have a brilliant conversation on the persistence of ironic outcomes in any dichotomy of choices, which may, prove especially useful when you decide to dash out on to the road in rainy weather.

Life is like a choir performance: It may be beautifully arranged, with a canon of parts that overlap with one another, in harmony and yet at times, clashing but in the end producing a rich, haunting memory that lasts for only that moment. Funny how a song, never heard before, sung in unkown languages can effect familiar feelings of sadness and regret. It may echo for a while, off white alabaster carvings, and victorian pillars; yet no matter how long it swells, it eventually dies down to a mess of an applause. But hardly, we can only hope that we will meet such a honored end. More often than not, I think we end up like meow meow. Nothing more than two bumps on the road.

I was waiting for hot water, so I thought I'd blog a little. But the heater has been on for almost 2 hours already. Test in 5 hours? No worries, I'll go shower and wash up... Eventually!