No Food = Good
Well Ramadan has rolled around again and I couldn't be happier. Every year that goes by I find myself looking forward to the simple pleasures of fasting. Now I'm not particularly holy, but there's something to be said for going for twelve hours eating and drinking absolutely nothing, and feeling just fine. It shows me, it can be done, y'know? The trick is to persuade myself to do it all-year-round. Hmmm.
My writing has been sporadic because I have little time, but I know that's just an excuse. I love it, I need it, but sometimes it's so hard to start it. I live for the times when I can sit down at the com or my pad and turn out four pages of nearly-unconcious words. Sochenda asks me how I do it, and to tell her the truth, I don't know. Of course, reading all those books helped somewhat.
It's an interesting thing, but I believe the technique of immersion is real. Fr'example, I hang around the Scousers and read more Terry Pratchett and my writing - my writing, not my speech - suddenly becomes more British. It's great. For now I'm starting on a couple of Dean Koontzes. The man's not bad, his horror is of the more personal variety than Mr. King, although both use the supernatural. But his overflow of adjectives can be a little weird at times, although it was much cleaned up in the second book I read, Odd Thomas, than The Face. Good enough to try more, that's for sure.
My chess sucks, Bala can whip me, I haven't played Paul but I know he can whip me, and I'm too scared to play Jian in case he'll whip me. I simply cannot keep concentration for the duration of the game, which has always been one of my weakest points. I gotta work on that, it could be a set-up for a much bigger problem in the future.
I'm feeling happy again, in very large part due to the fact that I have been misreading certain signals from my classmates. They're not hostile after all, and I really should never overreact again. Looking back I can't believe how dumb I was. It's a teenage thing. But I can certainly understand how some high school massacres can occur. The seeds are planted everyday in the pit of loneliness. Smile at people you meet, even the geek who picks his nose. It'll make their day and it won't cost you anything. Who knows, he might not decide to send the bullets flying after all. (Sorry Ragui)
That's about all there is, I'm gonna list the reasons why I feel happy again so I don't forget. Silly me, but I sometimes need to do this.
1. Exams are okay
2. A05
3. Mafalda and Irm and the rest of SXI. God, I knew I loved it, but you don't realise how much it means to me. Going into a political forum and watching narrow-minded idiots bash my religion with chilling callousness really taught me how to appreciate my little haven. If I ever see Martin, I'll kiss his feet and thank him for making our home for us.
4. Rafa's starting to win again (Crouch!)
5. This diet-plan's the best in the world
6. Mom offered to split the cost of a new Xbox 360 with me if I get promoted okay
7. Xue and Charm and Maridol and Jeffrey for being there
Might not seem a lot to you, but they do to me. Now when I feel emo again, I'll come back here and read this entry. Promise.
Finn Solomon 7:46 AM
PROFILE
Sulaiman Daud a.k.a. Finn Solomon a.k.a. Dark Solomon, emo boy.
Liverpool FC die-hard. Rafael Benitez is my master.
Arts Student of Tampines College
Fortunate member of the best academic class in Singapore- 06A05
Reporter for the TODAY Newspaper
Fairly liberal Muslim
Technophobe
Quite possibly the biggest Stephen King/Terry Pratchett fanatic in the world
Lover of classic rock- The Beatles, Guns N' Roses, The Who, Led Zeppelin and AC/DCtag
Gemini- This might explain the days when I am insufferably moody. And also the days when I am wildly optimistic.
Dragon- The Chinese Zodiac is intriguingly accurate in its assessment of my character.
Shares a special bond with a special girl from Texas, an amazing woman in Madrid, the erudite psycho of Tampines, an amusing Egyptian and the classy rock lady in Canada, a great friend from the Phillipines, a lovely lass from Venezuela, another one in Sheffield, and the coolest of dudes from Miami, Minnesota and London.
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