Barely reaching home, I’m all restless wanting to go right back to my pad, fire up the notebook and start typing away again. I wonder if this is what they call hypergraphia. Oh my goodness, my dream was to become a famous writer, not a famous quack who couldn’t stop writing! I guess this is born from all the emotions and feelings buried deep down inside just exploding to come out.
Maybe all there is to say has been poured out, and there’s nothing left to say, then maybe I’ll be one suffering from writer’s block. How’s that for a change?
Ever feel that urge to just pour everything out at once? What you feel at work, your family, your friends, your neighbors or even about stuff like politics or the economy or just simply your radical views about the weather, the climate change thingy.
If you ask me, this may very well be one of those days. Not only do I feel like I’m suffering from acute hypergraphia, I think I’m suffering from acute anything that has hyper tagged along with it. I spent an unusually large amount of time at the gym today, having being absent for almost 1 month. I think I’ve been away so long that I couldn’t even recognize the face of my group exercise instructor anymore. When he went about his usual welcoming the newbies routine and asked first timers to put up their hands, I was almost compelled to do so. After an unusual 2 hour work out, I then adjourned to the pasar malam next door and walked some more.
I don’t know what got into me but if it was a jogging spirit, it couldn’t have picked a worst body than the lump that I am.
Anyways, my thoughts of the day. Of late, I have been checking out profiles of my childhood friends whom which I have lost contact with some for more than 15 years. Many of them are in Australia and Singapore, places which I have stayed in before for many years before deciding that at home in a more familiar surrounding is fun too. So here I am, 2008 and turning 31 years old in Kuala Lumpur.
Not that it’s crappy here or anything, but the fighter in me is slowly waking up and trying to hint at me that there could be more to life that the comfortable routine I am putting myself through right now. I don’t know if it’s a form of self sabotage or the likes but every time I get comfortably settled down somewhere, I pluck myself up and relocate somewhere else for the sake of doing it. Then later on when I’m visiting a friend in his/her beautiful house, I start to envy how settled down they are and their ‘beautiful’ lives.
Don’t I have a chance at it too? I guess I do but for the past 5 years I chose to live (literally) like a nomad, shuttling between Singapore, KL and Penang constantly. My car doubled as my bedroom most of the time and when I wasn’t working the daily grind, I would be on the road traveling.
Now I’m contemplating if, at 31 I should put myself through that ‘experience’ again. Come to think about it, if I take another 10 years do be on the road, traveling and staying at places I had only wished upon during my childhood, the worst it could get is, I get settled down at about 40!
Life is a highway right? Or that’s what they sing about all the time. I guess I’m one of the suckers who got sucked into all that hype. So I guess in situations like this, it’s not that awkward to be saying “Now kids, don’t try this at home!” How corny!
Well a crossroad is a crossroad. When u ride up to it, there’s probably only 2 choices you can make there and then, go left or go right, or if you’re lucky enough, you get to go straight ahead and choose to exit at the next one. Anyway you choose to look at it, sooner or later you have to choose. Its been 2.5 hours since I turned on the pc just now and thank goodness my little hypergraphia binge is slowly wearing off.
I still feel like saying a lot more, but thanks to the magic of blogs, I can still come back tomorrow when the craving starts and I start to write a whole load of crap again. So hope to see all of you here again soon!
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