And so begins 2006.

56 minutes into 2006. The sky remains a strange hue of black tinged with a very vermillion red, and the wind from the fan continues to blow at the newspaper cuttings on my board.

Nothing seems to have changed, but everything has changed.

I can never believe that 2005 existed.

2005 has been a very weird year for me. From the start of the year to the end of the year, 2005 has proven to be a very absurd and surreal period. It's quite fruitful, yes, in fact I can't believe that I've finished one Shakespeare play already. Then and again, there have been regrets in this year, but nonetheless, time past is time past and I guess we can't really do anything about it, can we?

It's going to be one hour into the onslaught of 2006, and it's time I went to sleep too before I start getting ill again.

Goodnight everyone.

Bob.

I watched "Bob" two days ago and am still quite excited over it. I can't believe that Sark and Rachel can actually SHARE such chemistry - and it was really nice to see the exchange of accents! The only eerie thing was how much Rachel seemed to resemble Lauren when she was speaking in that British accent - it's no wonder Sark was utterly captivated, hahaha. And it's definitely interesting to see a reversal of roles - Sark isn't planting the bomb now; Sark's a potential victim of the bomb. The writers of this episode were clever to do that; I can't wait to see what's going to happen in the next episode (which is "Horizon", and in which Vaughn is supposed to FINALLY re-appear - I just hope it ISN'T some dream sequence - though the likeliest possibility is that it will be, since Sydney's supposed to be sent into a "hypnotic state" *sigh*) - and I wonder if "Bob" will appear again in some future episode.

It was nice of them to make Sark go freelance too - the good guys could always be either working WITH or AGAINST Sark, depending on who's employing him - and he gets really large sums of cash for it ^_^ It was definitely entertaining to see Sark declare that "this one's a freebie" - it was most probably because of Rachel! Sark is soooo definitely smitten!

Ok so squealing about some episode like a fanboy was weird.

A Bit of Showing Off.

Time for a bit of showing off. I wrote a haiku and a poem, "Little India". Here goes:

A Haiku (Poor Little Flower ...)

Poor little flower
Small and fragile in the wind
Short and sweet fragrance


Little India

Fresh smelling fruits
Wafts of exotic unknown spices
The breath of exhaust pipes
Mixed in a gaseous potpourri
Addling and confusing the senses

Piles and piles of dried chilli
The sight of the red skin makes my eyes tear
Packets and packets of henna
What is it for again – tattoo? Hair?
The Indian man smiles

Lost tourists bumble by with guidebooks in hand
Curls and curves of an alien language scrawled, printed or scribbled over
Signs, boxes, packets, papers
A sudden whiff yields curry
And the lure of roti prata

Chirp – goes the little green bird
Fortune teller grins a wide toothy smile
And explains in accented English
What my life or wife could be
All thanks to what a bird chose

I stand by the road and watch
The bustle of people around me
Black, yellow, white, red –
A confusing spectrum of colours
Seamlessly merged into one urban painting

The Blog is still here!

This is a post just to let everyone know that this blog is not dead yet. I just haven't been feeling like blogging for ages (SBUD). Currently I'm thinking up a new blog design and will continue updating once I get the new design churned out, coded, and installed.
Sorry for any inconveniences!