Being a fan of literature (read: bookworm/geek), I get flashes, from time to time, of all the things that I've read. Sometimes whole passages, sentences, phrases and if I'm lucky, some dialogue from a Stephen King novel.
It's an amazing feeling, almost like having epiphanies. Fond ones.
Lately, I've been seeing pages from Michael Crichton's Jurassic Park, in particular, the illustrations on the title pages of each chapter. The fractals, coalescing, a freaky wire-mesh of conflict and disorientation.
And yet, some how, whole.
Why the fractals? Why now?
I'm not sure if I'm analyzing too much, but this is bothering me.
It's not unlike sighting an iceberg off the starboard bow, knowing fully that there is Something Big resting gently beneath the surface.
Oh, I don't know.
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There I was, a few hours later, sat on a wooden bench at the Ampang Speedy Car Wash, waiting for my Satria to get all nice and shiny when I suddenly realized that it was Roni Size booming from the speakers.
"Holy Two-Step, Batman, it's Roni Size!"
You'd expect them to listen to something more like Mawi, but bless them, the lads have discovered Jungle.
At nine in the morning. On Deepaavali.
Happy Holidays.
4 comments:
i found out what dingdong ditching means! it's a prank, where you pushes the doorbell of someone's door, and ditch the place! haha. why dingdong, i don't know. i honestly thought it was something more... well... obscene.
who the fuck is mawi? i have been hearing his name for god knows how many times. obviously i am missing something revolutionary here.
Hehe. Mawi is the devil incarnate, descended from Cane and twice-removed from Barney the Dinosaur. He is the mediawhore/pop construct that we all secretly aspire to be.
Yup, Mira, I thought dingdong ditching was a perverted sexual practice that involved penises and weight training.
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