Currently Playing: William Orbit-They Live In The Sky.
I’ve discovered a strong gravitation towards electronica…which just about settles the fact that I simply cannot attach any tag or label to my music taste. It just is. Several days ago, I put on a CD Widad’s pop music-inclined ear drums couldn’t bear, and she nearly cried when Peter Gabriel’s I Grieve came on…and it wasn’t because she was moved by the words. She finally threw up her hands dramatically and declared that I have the weirdest music taste ever, to which Luqman silently agreed by exasperatedly shaking his head.
No answer to that. I think they meant a very wide range of interest, because I listen to what everyone else listens to too.
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I tried my hand out at cooking dinner yesterday, and it ended up with my parents going out to eat at a restaurant while my siblings were left behind in all their haste to escape. They had no choice but to choke their way through dinner if they didn’t want a very grumpy driver every morning.
It was only curry, for crying out loud!
Admittedly, I must have gone a bit over the top when adding water.
Sighs.
This is such a stale subject to relate, but I’m so way down the culinary ladder, I’m practically falling off the first rung. But I stop short of naming Lutfi a better cook than me though.
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I am in very real danger of becoming the ultimate sloth. Past couple of days has had me doing a lot of nothing, and it really is high time for me to start unpacking my books and re-sorting out my wardrobe, but I just can’t find the right mood to get in. I’m spending most of my time wasting it. Explains the fact why I’m online at the moment and not downstairs worrying about what W and L will be having for lunch. Also, there’s the issue of the high availability of food around the house…which, if not for LAP starting next week, would render me completely immovable by the start of Sem 1. Argh!
I suppose Abah must have realised my steady progress to slothdom, because he took me aside yesterday and gave me a lecture about how other students are at home helping their parents carry around coconuts and what not. That wasn’t exactly how I pictured him to make his point, but I could see where he was coming from.
The worst feeling came from the realisation that all that he was telling me was not what I didn’t know. Hell, I didn’t want to waste my next few weeks with non-stop TV watching, food and Internet addiction, and varying my options by adding ’sleep’ and ‘drive’ to the list. There’s a difference though, between what you want to do and what you feel like doing. The trick is to just want something bad enough to turn it into reality.
I have a lot of reading and movies to catch up on, not to mention keeping on the lookout for new music. 
But other than that, Insya Allah I’ll be pre-occupied with other more meaningful things. Again, if Allah permits it.
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Speaking of which, I have a 0030 curfew now so post-aforesaid time messages can only be entertained the next morning. I can’t believe I’m approaching 20 and Abah still finds it fit to impose such an early bed time on a night owl by nature.
Which reminds me that I broke it last night, having found an irresistable read and a torchlight to use under the covers. Haven’t done that in a long while.
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Now this:
Guilt games.
Enough said here.
