Stardust.

Fee Fi Fo Fum =). Hello.

Its been ages hasn't it? I guess the impetus to chronicle down some overdue thoughts has long been silhoutted by 'life' as of late. And by this I mean an entire plethora of things; like kelip-kelips and bubbles, coloured papers and mellow-yellows, and onions and trains. But I guess the erratic isolation this blog endures should be broken, at least in an attempt to sieve out some thoughts through the imagination/ephiphanies/jumbledupmumbojumbo. Like a dreamcatcher =).

I was running through some old posts recently; self-assessing if you like, and this melancholic theme seems to run through them in its entirety. Pierced by bouts of golden fields and lemondrops, but nonetheless carrying this gray aura. And to be honest, its slightly frustrating when the ease of writing and flow comes only during the storm-ridden periods. I guess adaptation is what is requested for, because I've always felt writing to be a form of release, and a means of re-arranging the jigsaw pieces of the thoughts traversing through the mind. A Disney-esque puzzle. Haha. Sue me =P.

This semester does have a certain ring to it I may add, however fleeting time seems to be. What with budding friendships and the gentle ghosts of nostalgia entering the fray. And While I have been reminded of the friendships of yore, there have been encouraging instances about depth and substance and essence and humour and laughter and all that was forged in the 'yore-era' (haha) in what I perceive now. Yes. You queer people. And Yes. Not forgetting you guys too: kupo and pisang and all. Like watching rainbow wax, whatever that means.

Nonetheless there are some lingering thoughts which belong at the other end of the spectrum. About searching. And doinks and green monsters. And wondering. And hoodies and comics. But lets not taint this well attempted 'happy' post nor reveal anything further. Some things are best left in the cacophony that is Mervin's Mind/playroom/emptyspace.

Life has yet to fall into routine. On the contrary days are spontaneous and jam-packed, but like Cobainlady, I like the reflection that ensues the days. Because being engrossed by life isn't a bad thing, its being lost in it that is.

Till next post. =).