Tuesday, July 11, 2006

I Was So Bored I Wrote A Song.

How I got this bored is just beyond me. I did everything right to start off a day on a good track. Got out of bed feeling like a teddy bear fresh out of the dryer, all fluffy and ready to go smelling like a box of detergent. Flipped a couple of pancakes. Did a single and a double flip like I was born to do nothing else except to flip pancakes so people can be mildly entertained by my dextrity of adjusting the flame while doin' the flippin' and flappin'.

Did a bit of laundry to create some domestic noise in the apartment just to feel good about having something to clean, and the thought of folding each and every piece of the laundry and stacking them in a neat pile. Not all that many to fold but enough to make me happy. Wish I could fold laundry all day today but I wouldn't want to make the trip to the old folks' home just to get high doing it. I'm addicted to folding the laundry alright, I admit, but I can still control it. For now, that is.

I don't go for the TV when I'm as bored as this because I know that would only make it worse. At times like these, I wish I had something to fix like a broken toaster or a smashed up table so I can mend it using all the tools I've got in the store-room. How long has it been since I last used those tools? Maybe ages ago. I miss the sound of a power-drill, or the grinder, or the electric knife sharpener. I've got to find something to fix. That's the problem with living in an apartment like this where everything is perfect, well almost. It's like being in a hotel where you can't find something to fix. Anything, like a loose nut on the hinges of a bathroom door, or a sliding door of a wardrobe that doesn't open and close smooth because the rollers have been crookedly set against the rail.

In the end I went down to the parking basement to meddle with the engine of a 1990 Volvo but it was kinda dark there, and hot and stuffy that I went back up to the apartment to try out a grand recipe that I had been meaning to do. Halfway reading the recipe I decided Briyani Gam was too much of a hassle to go through just to cook a meal for one. Besides I couldn't think of anyone who I could call over for lunch. I could call up a few blogger friends but I reckon they were busy and Briyani Gam cooked by an inexperienced guy like me would be the last thing they want to take a chance on. In the end I had a couple of sandwiches that tasted more like clorox. Kinda made me wonder what did I put in there to make an innocent sandwich to taste this brutal.

No. I don't sleep when I'm bored because that would only make it worse when I wake up. It would only make me feel irritable with the world and that would be wrong because I've got nothing against the world. In fact I like the world as it is and I have no complaints whatsover with everything that's going on in the world. In fact I love everything that's going on in the world today including wars, earthquakes, fires, plane crashes in Siberia and Pakistan, traffic jam, hunger, corruption, political oppression, Bush, Guatanamo Bay or what have you. I love 'em all and I've got no problems whatsoever with whatever. That's the way with the world and there's nothing I can do about it so I might just as well learn to like it. I don't need something like Yoga or Zen to be at peace with the world. All I've gotta do is accept everything as they are and get on with it. Rude salespersons? They don't bother me none. We are the fourth or fifth rudest city in the world? That's okay by me too because I am not a rude person. I am friendly with everyone, even to the rudest guy in KL. Unless of course he, or she, is looking for trouble like giving me the kinda stare that could make me uneasy. But quite frankly, I'm done beating people, or get beaten. I don't wanna fight no more. I don't wanna throw punches no more. I'm done with it. I don't need to be a tough guy. I don't need to prove anything.

All I need is learn how to write a song. Or play the piano. Or strum a few chords on the guitar. Or blow a few notes on a saxaphone. Or a tuba. Or beat the drums. All I need to do is write a song that goes something like this...

Maybe you and I
we're that kinda people

....wait. Lemme work up a few more lines and then I'll work out the tune to sing it so the band can rock the house down.

Just gimme a minute. I'm gonna write this song if that's the last thing I'll do before I eat another sandwich that tastes like clorox.

12 Comments:

Anonymous didi said...

oh please do...my bard ^^

9:57 PM  
Blogger ailin...in aalborg said...

you could learn the harmonica in a jiffy. then at least you can start writing your song.

9:57 PM  
Blogger k.d said...

Gosh..you are bored! I hate folding laundry, hubby always does that. His folding much neater than mine. Come on..get moving..where's this song of yours?

1:10 AM  
Anonymous Pugnacious Pudenda said...

you sound like a character from "desperate housewives."

9:04 AM  
Blogger podgykat said...

Write that song, then toss it over(copyrighted first, lah).I have a house of music loving/lyric writing/guitar playing people...:) Briyani Gam, sounds yummy(when you get down to it)-toss that over too - across the whole stretch of the South China Sea. It'll be nicely blended with a myriad of tastes,flavours, smells, colours(?)that it picks up along the way.... Have a nice day.

9:39 AM  
Blogger AuntyN said...

You make me wish you are my neighbour right now. Or somewhere so near my area. I have got lots of stuff needed fixing which will take you probably days or months to complete.*sigh*

10:45 AM  
Blogger Learned Monkey said...

sir, lets sing it! ; )

11:04 AM  
Blogger ubisetela said...

*present*

can't wait to hear the song.

11:27 AM  
Blogger Sayuti said...

sir, don't eat that sandwich.

12:37 AM  
Blogger dee3 said...

*ada nih*

8:47 AM  
Blogger bergen said...

Didi: Yes, ma'am. If only I hit the right key on this keyboard. Bear with me.

Ailin: Good idea. Then I can do the blues.

K.D: Yes, ma'am. I've nothing else to do that the thought of folding laundry is almost like being the third of fourth man on the moon.

Pugnacious Pudenda: I do?

Podgykat: A friend bought me the rempah from Batu Pahat @ RM20/kilo. It's too much for me and I haven't figured what to do with this yet.

AuntyN: Maybe I should go into that kinda business, repairing things. You just gave me an idea. Lemme check my bank account to see if I can afford to pay the rent on a little corner of a shoplot in your area. I've one customer already and this is good enough to get started.

Learned Monkey: Let's rock!

Ubisetela: I'll be a long time comin'

Sayuti: Too late, sir. Burp!

Dee: Yup, I can see you, ma'am.

Thank you for visiting, everyone! Good day.

2:19 PM  
Blogger podgykat said...

Wow, that's alot, for a single person isn't it? Is it any good? Very good?Have you tried it out yet? OK, then, enough with the questions/hints already - a ploy to get you to send some to my overtly sweet 70 yr old mom who lives in Ampang, so she can wing it over to me!!!! :D Enjoy your weekend cooking.........

2:39 PM  

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