The 5^th

Whimsicality

Life, in a sense, could be like bubbles;

It could be short.

It could be unpredictable.

It could directionless.

It could be free.

It could be colourful; reflective of the world in its surface.

And, lastly, it could really bring joy to people.

(However short, unpredictable, directionless, free and colourful).

Sometimes, I think we take whimsicality for granted.

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I was reading the Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett Q&A thing that was held on EosConIV (that was in 2001, when I didn’t know Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett existed, and when I hadn’t discovered that I love to write), all the while waiting for the pictures from Monday’s walk with Bryan and Carmen (T.C.W) to upload itself into Flickr, and for the Starbucks caffeine to really kick in.

(Honestly, I’ve lost hope with the caffeine. It could be because caffe latte doesn’t have much of it in the first place).

Those three things, all in all, are making this a satisfactory sort of night.

The photography thing seems to be running along fine. I’m not capable of taking great pictures yet, and the camera still gives me new things to discover each time, but I’m having lots of fun. And it’s mostly fun that keeps things running. It’s probably the best fuel there ever is to everything.

I’ve put up a Flickr badge here, by the side. Hopefully it works.

And when I strike gold, I’ll get myself a Blackbird, Fly lomography camera and be contented for one part of my life.

The red, festive, sometimes annoying air of Chinese New Year is pretty much gone; right now it hangs somewhere at the corner of the eye as a stubborn reminder, and it’s distractive in its own unproductive way. I can be at work and wanting to get things done, but the red ensures that I keep wishing the holidays are on.

(Granted, it’s really an unfair to my work. The urgency isn’t here yet and there’s generally very little to do, so being at work doesn’t account for much except for that the fact that I’m in the office. I guess it’s really just me wanting more days to hibernate in.)

This is probably the best time of CNY. No rush, no worries, no dealing with an angry dad facing the pressure of having to serve a tonne of relatives. The only foreseeable problems are random, uninvited guests, and possible time-space warping that causes the week to repeat itself, becoming Groundhog Week (a sequel).

The days now are pleasant. And if they aren’t, they’re wonderful.

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You always start somewhere.

A book. A story. A project. Something. Anything.

Beginning, middle, end, it could start anywhere, any place, any time.

The most important thing, of course, is going through it. To walk. To write. To finish.

- Messrs. Gaiman and Pratchett.

(Not said as such, directly. But I’m sure that’s what they were saying. And I’m sure that’s what I learned).