Mumbai arrrghh

When I saw the news I was like arghhh not again. It's totally non-productive and ruining our lives. I felt giddy, disgusted and sad.

And then I picked up my rifle and stood for another hour outside the gate because it was all I could do.

The Beetle

As I write this, the buzzing and tapping noises outside my window goes on. Tirelessly, the little (though it's rather big for its kind) flying critter continues its relentless, or should I say desperate, assault on the invisible wall that is all that divides it against what it seeks. The light.

It's hard to determine what it represents. A battering ram against the walls of Jerusalem? Or a cold, hungry hobo trying to find a charitable host for the night. If exoskeletons could bruise (I don't really know) I'd say it's pretty battered up by now. The tapping has stopped and I see the faint shape of the beetle crawling about aimlessly on the window ledge, catching its beetle-breath.

It's better that it stays out, and so I leave the window closed. If by sheer will and miracle it managed to break through the glass, it would still have to contend with the rotating blades that hang from the ceiling and guards the light.

And even if it somehow maneuvers its way through, the light itself, the very thing that it seeks, would burn it.

Good Ol' Days

Came home to my room yesterday and was greeted by the sight of piles of my possessions which had been evicted from my cupboard and a note from my mum to "sort out my stuff". Apparently my cupboard shelves had collapsed from their weight.

Procrastinated awhile, then finally got down to doing it. Basically, I threw away things. Went through quite alot of old stuff like notes, scribbles, post cards and letters. I could feel a creeping of nostalgia but a part of me felt distant and alienated from it all. I smiled a little at a few of these words whilst others I merely glanced over.

When I was done looking through the pile, I hesitated, then cast them into the bin. For words can mean much, but they are just words.

Rationalising

It's what makes this sad, delusional reality of a world go round.

Tommy Emmanuel

Still kicking ass on the guitar. This year's show was short, but sweet. New songs, new skills and new jokes. Also bought his new CD and got it signed. They actually stopped people from taking photos with him because the queue was too long and he had to fly to Moscow at 2am, to the disappointment of brand new fanboy Derric.

Still, being Singaporeans some still tried to sneak in a shot here and there, which was quite amusing. And then there was the ticketing disaster before the show started which involved multiple people getting the same seats due to the block not stated on the tickets. Quite funny watching people move up at down trying to find their proper seats while we both sat on what was rightfully ours, arms folded.

Also managed to find a copy of THIS in a small little shop at Peninsula Plaza. Quite shocked when the shopkeeper literally just pulled it off the shelf when I asked if he had anything Joe Pass. No doubt I'll be visiting him again sometime soon.