The Panic Emcee

Good dawning, friend. Or almost.

I might need more than just The Smiths to sing me to sleep. These sleepless nights momentarily made me anxious, considering how important sleep is for an ordinary non-bloodsucker human being. And as far as sleeping is concern, I am long well-known as a heavy sleepyhead where sleeping has always been my guiltless favourite pastime cum pleasure. On the contrary very recently no matter how much I doze off during the day, I still had some trouble getting a peaceful good night sleep. Some self-examination taught me that it might be the result of my current intense overthinking habit, which I have no intention of describing in detail. Not that it's any sacred secret, just that it's too intricate to be explained.

Yet no matter how insomniatic I happen to apparently be, I still couldn't get myself into planning what should I ramble for my tomorrow's emceeing duty for an English language camp. Yeah, awkward ikr? Not only that I had a very shallow experience in being an emcee, also I think I do more writing and tweeting than I talk. OK sometimes I do talk a lot in classes (fine...) but, emcee? Come on (in Barney Stinson's tone). Not to mention the
only two prominent experience I can recall about being an emcee was once when I was in Form Four, that time I had to pair with this one famous master of ceremony (Zainal something), I had to speak in French. Legendaaary. And it was in Sekolah Sultan Alam Shah. Yeah, awkward. The second time was when I had my internship in Vietnam.

Still speaking of my duty for tomorrow, I am still partly staring at this blank half-A4 paper. Thought of drafting some text, but sometimes laziness strikes since it is suppose to be impromptu. I'm not so good at impromptu things, believe me.

While I'm still trying to hypnotise myself into getting sleepy, I might need to figure out something about this emcee text. Not sure whether I've stated this earlier but psst, I'm an avid procrastinator. Thus I might dwell myself into the quick misery of doing last minute work tomorrow. I happen to do such stuff too often that I'm becoming a pro in it. Don't follow me.

And meanwhile, let's just hope I won't crash tomorrow's opening ceremony for the English language camp. Amin.



Always, LK.

A Mixture Bowl of Thoughts

Assalamualaikum.

These days I had been busier than a bee, and still am until this moment. And while getting myself occupied, a lot had happened that threw me violently into a deep pool of critical thoughts. Observation.

Reading Perks of Being a Wallflower made me realised the growing enthusiasm I have in myself towards writing. It's just the matter of laziness, and time. Slowly I realised what really matters is the ongoing effort to write what you have in mind, immediately, since those ideas click-claking in your head don't always come twice. Or thrice. And Charlie out of nowhere reminded me of the disappeared Jasper. And weirdness happened to be an unexpected charm of someone.

Speaking of weirdness, I came to get to remotely know two different guys just recently in some particular occasion. Without getting emotionally connected-of course. Meanwhile I'm keeping their identities secret, there are some good stuff I learnt from them. The first beau taught me of perfection. How perfection is actually the art of living life. How normal homo sapiens are actually hungry for beauty, perfection and greatness. And how ironically those madness towards perfection can be easily blinded by a spark of ambiguous internal voice of the heart. The second one  proposed on the thought-provoking idea of smelling art. The art of smelling books, to be exact. How different books posses different smells and bring their own mysterious awesomeness and value. At least I know sniffing over books in the book marts does not make one insane.

I bought a lot of books these days. I dunno since when I prefer spending bucks on books rather than shoes, clothes and handbags. It's pretty weird since I wasn't quite a diligent reader before. I was more to being a seasonal reader, who reads based on moods. Yet confined with the fact that exam is approaching, I couldn't help but to put those non-educational books quite aside first.

Gosh, I know this piece of writing is getting random and mind-boggling. Honestly I'm not expecting audiences. I just needed to write. It's like pouring feelings, and thoughts too, despite those who read might have no single clue of what I am ranting. Sorry about that.

Till then.


Always, LK.