a random blog entry of Omar's undertakings and life's vicissitudes

It has been a long time since I have written something real sensible on this blog. I must confess that I have not been in a writing mood as of late. It's very evident with my recent blog posts - short and simple and laced with expletives {like fuck, damn. darnit, shite and the like} just to fill in the gaps. I decided that there will be no cussing on this blog entry. I am not apologetic though.


I kind of enjoyed this "silence", truth be told, as it made me think {yes I do think} of some things other than blogging... like my floor for example. Or my bathroom. Or my dying rose plant which I named Emily; Or my blooming Narcissus Tazzeta flower which I named Esmeralda. Or the coming spring. Or the world outside my apartment.


I keep forgetting sometimes that there is a world outside the world wide web. And yes, that world is kinda purrrty. I look at it outside my window as I type this sentence and it is so inviting that I might run later. Ahhh, spring... It does bring out the romantic in me. One day I might leave the Noodle Kingdom for another country or continent. I will miss a lotta things here but one of the biggest things that I'll miss is the spring time in my city. I may move to other places in this lifetime, experience numerous springs and winters and autumns and summers; but I reckon that I shall never forget the seasons on my part of the Noodle Kingdom - with it's sombre autumns and cruel winters and embracing summers and most of all, the romantic spring.


It just dawned on me the other day that I have a problem with my floor. I clean it too much. Like 8 to 10 times on an ordinary day. I guess if Freud were alive, he'd have a field day talking to my id and my floor. I made a mental note that I ought to clean my floor less and less, like five times in a day tops.



I've been thinking of shaving my head recently. I have gotten tired of my long hair and to be honest, I really don't have the patience to maintain it. And some kids have been calling me "foreign thief" when they see me on the street. I kinda like the"foreign thief" bit, but the combing and styling is just way too cumbersome for me. I made another mental note to have a haircut next month. I'll prolly buzz it or just shave my head. Oh yes, I miss my orange hair.





I have been trying to execute my QUIET DAY PROGRAM - with no success. The whole rationale for the QDP was for me to be able to spend a day to myself without uttering any word and just try to introspect and shit. But I always end up talking to myself. Or singing a random song in my head. Maybe I should try Valiums. I heard they come cheap here.

I miss halu halo. I have been craving for it recently. Call me a loser or whatnot but I also miss Jollibee. One time, I went to the Jollibee website and I ended up masturbating so I could get rid of the longing for Chickenjoy, Amazing Aloha and Peach Mango Pie. I vowed to myself never to go to the Jollibee website ever again. Utter torture, it's inhumane I tell you.

I was surprised that I have kept doing yoga on a regular basis. I guess it's good to have a yoga partner, all thanks to Nina. I reckon I'm starting to get real good with my downward facing dog pose... or maybe it's just me.



I'm trying to finish three books this month.



Conversations with God

All That Is Solid Melts Into Air

The Zahir



I am hoping to have them finished by the end of this year. So help me God.


I'm signing out for now. I've got no idea what else to write. Maybe I'll be inspired tomorrow. Or maybe not.

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