Monday, October 16, 2006

it is finally over. case closed, and resting in peace.
the big M.
the big Mural. we were forced to volunteer (see the irony) so that we could hopefully find it in ourselves to open our hearts and lead voluntary work grudgingly in the future. see the irony?


while my dad was doing painting works in my house, there i was spending my weekends painting for someone else (see the irony). i have never felt such filial piety before.

i almost always started the days smelling of paint and muttering under my breath something about looking like the perfect love match for a bangla, whats with paint on my fingers (no, its not polish) and my colourful pants. yet i always ended off the session thinking i had a lot of fun. sadly, i dun think it came from the feel-good-to-do-good vibe that volunteerism is supposed to evoke. forcing someone to volunteer his services is not volunteerism. when will they ever get that? if you look it up in any self-respecting book that calls itself a dictionary, force is the exact antonym of volunteer. they just dun go together, those two. just like indulgence and abstinence. mud pie and chilli sauce. you get the drift.

i enjoyed the company. a bunch of fun-loving, and somewhat crazy yet compliant members. people who are camwhores at heart, but just wont admit it. people who accuse me of being 'ngiao' when taking pics (which i admitted to but tried to brush it off later), though i know everyone needs to be in the limelight, sometimes. even if they dun know it yet. honestly, these people expect me to stand ramrod straight with arms by my side and a silly, constipated grin on my face while posing for pictures. every other pose is hiao to them. but despite that, i still think they are great fun.
and i am not being sarcastic, ok?


well ok, so i might have looked hiao here.. but i have a perfectly legit reason for that. just lemme think of one first.
i rather enjoyed my time. painting involves a certain degree of concentration-which is somewhat calming and therapeutic, really. i love these monotonous jobs. i could have flown off to yana-land in the process, and nobody would have noticed.

and you know what else i go away with? a bruised ankle, thats what. if you know my history with stairways, you would not be surprised to learn i missed a step, landed on my ass and twisted my ankle. well, at least i didnt roll down this time round.
the next day, i sprained the other ankle.
just brilliant. 20-20 vision and impeccable pyschomotor, really. first class. pee wee would have been proud.
i keep telling myself at least that evens things out and i wont be limping on one leg.
its always good to imagine there is a bright side to black, you know?

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