I nicked myself the other day,
A unique injury, barely
Exposing soft flesh without blood.
The knife was sharp,
But not enough to scar.

I secured the area,
Cleaned up the flesh,
Cut off the ragged edges,
Found the perfect bandage,
Contained the damage.

So now I wait,
It will take a while,
But the nail will grow,
Over exposed flesh,
'til it looks brand new,
The injury healed, hidden.
A secret between me and my finger.

Tags: demented doses, pointless posts
coordinates: the weirdok apprentice's house (singapore)
state of mind: awake
background noise: bonnie raitt -- I Can't Make You Love Me

<sigh> I miss Slackerville already.

Last week was spent slacking in Malaysia with the Polish Tourist, jhybeturtle and EM, where nothing was accomplished except:

• finishing more than a carton of cigarettes
• drinking flavoured, authentic Polish vodka
• eating awesome meals
• hanging out in random coffee shops
• a trip to Melaka for Japanese tourist photo ops, pineapple tarts and Nyonya food
• conversations that were good for my soul
• familiarising myself with Kate Bush (and loving her Wuthering Heights)
• hanging out with Kaffir and Kamus (the super cats)
• laughing my ass off in huge amounts
• sleeping at odd hours in the morning, and waking up late
• losing hours to the Time Blackhole
  

Slackerville.

I think the appropriate word here is tambay. Something I have not done in long periods of time since the Weirdoks kinda grew up and became busy adults. Something I have not done in large amounts since Big Boy left for Perth. Something I have not done since my head caved in and sucked the life out of me.

A week in Slackerville.

I miss it already. But the thing is, knowing that Slackerville is a Limited Edition place and time makes it more special. Imagine living in Slackerville forever. Man, I would die! What about my To Do Lists? What about my goals? What about my need to account for every waking hour? What about the tension I maintain to hold everything together?

Spending the rest of my life in Slackerville will kill me.

But missing Slackerville is not about wanting to spend the rest of my life there. It's about remembering what happened there and cherishing the people you shared it with. And most importantly, it's making sure that you take the time out to visit Slackerville again -- and to not wait too long to do it again.

Pictures of Slackerville are on my Flickr page.

Tags: number 42 theories, tripping away
coordinates: somewhere in singapore
state of mind: okay
background noise: Tracy Bonham -- Mother, Mother