It’s A Beautiful Day

March 30, 2008

 

 

I titled this post The Housewife Chronicles at first - because I had to prepare lunch, wash dishes and look after kids today - but with some afterthought, I just had to change it. 

 

Never in my life could I imagine EVER using such a term on myself. Not that I wouldn’t be good at it, I’d be a damned good housewife - I just can’t see myself succumbing to a life like that - no offense to all domesticated women around the globe. Mum had to go clean out her apartment today so Dad followed and they took the maid to help and as such, all the kids are left here with me. It’s a pretty nice change, to have a quiet Sunday at home, my kid co usins around. I like these ones because they aren’t wreaking havoc, Babs is here too and they get sarcasm. I see hope already for the third generation of our family.

 

Currently reading “The Amulet of Samarkand” by Jonathan Stroud. It’s a pretty good book, and not just for fantasy lovers. Yes, even better than the Pothead chronicles. The author uses a first POV approach and the narrator of the story is a very very sarcastic and cynical genie –and now you see why it gets such esteem from moi- and it unfolds quite nicely, seems rather action packed. Usage of one-sentence paragraphs are plentiful so there’s more impact and drama without seeming melodramatic. Drama is good, melodrama is. . .jackshit.

 

And the genie is amazing. Really. Waaaay better than Robin Williams as the blue genie in the Disney version of Aladdin =D

 

I’ve begun analyzing myself. It’s really quite strange. I have many alters to myself, oh yes indeedy. The first one would be the one everyone else sees. The loud brown woman. Then there’s the quiet brown woman – and whenever that alter comes into play, everyone thinks there’s something freakishly wrong with the brown woman. I assure you, I’m alright, I’m not depressed, I’m merely deep in thought about something else, high on life or have transcended into a different plane where I automatically assume that people and the world are too trivial for me and start pondering about higher purposes in life.

 

I think, I just insulted the world =D

 

Anyhoo, back to the self-analysis. You see, I don’t need to travel to countries and soul-search. What On EARTH could other countries you’ve never been to have to offer that could make you understand more about yourself when your SELF is with you the entire time? Seeing that you’ve lived your whole life too, in Malaysia, why search elsewhere? So here I am, sitting in the dining room of my house in Overseas Union Gardens, somewhere around KL, the west coast of the peninsular of Malaysia, just randomly thinking about what a lovely day it is.

 

Sure, it’s going to rain which means the internet is gonna be cut off any moment now. Ah, there it is, the little pop-up button that’s telling me that the wireless connection is temporarily unavailable because OUG has jackshit internet connection. This truly is home.

 

So why am I reveling in the beauty of today and doing a wee bit of self-analysis? There’s no one at home, I feel free. Simple.

 

Back to the self-analysis. So there’s loud me and quiet me. There’s angry bitter me too. And hopeful me. Yes, the brown woman has ounces of hope in her that feed her enough optimism to wake up to another day. That very optimism helps her deal with stupid people and shallow numskulls that live all around her. No, we’re not talking about just family, we’re talking about the goddamned world.

 

There’s unconfident me too. Ironically, not many people see that side. Only two people have, one more so than the other because of a HUGE mistake I made. Until now, I never have been able to seem confident around that person. He knows too much of me and feels pitiful which both scares and annoys me. So I avoid him.

 

By gods, there’s even a romantic me! =D But I shall spare my minions details. We’ll save it for the bedside stories, eh girls? And nightmares for some, certain eager beavers etc.

 

There’s bad me too, the part which contradicts the good spirit in me and goes ahead and does all the bad stuff. What do I mean by bad?

 

That’s for me to know and for yall to hopefully never find out.

 

Either way, the demon in me is under much suppression due to the magnanimous good spirit that dwells within me as well. It is but the classic tale of battle between good and evil. I can almost see the light sabers doing their zinging thing.

 

So what is the point of this post really? Even I haven’t the foggiest!

 

Let’s just say that, people always present different sides of themselves to different people. It is only the extent of these shape-shifting of egos that differ. So don’t you say you don’t do it. You do just that, you probably aren’t very good at it =D

 

Badabing badaboom, I’m DONE.

 

Ps – Smallville really is quite a sad, sad show. Ryan dies! And Clark finds someone that’s NOT Lana and falls head over heels for her and she DIES. By gods!