As I Xi It

For the last couple of years, if I’m still awake in the wee hours, I can hear an alarm go off at 04:24. At first I thought it was an old digital watch, but in my recent room clear out, I found what I thought was the offending article but the battery had died. Just now, I heard the beeping go off at 04:24 again. Whatever it is, it must have a pretty low power consumption to still be tormenting me at 04:24.

It’s a bit of a conundrum.

Usually, around this time, for the last couple of years anyway, I’d review the year just gone.

I have fuck all to say about 2011.

A few weeks ago, I was shopping in Costco with mum and on the way out, I noticed a girl in SMB uniform. It’s been eight years and I’m still here, still shopping in Costco with mum, still buying those jumbo frankfurters I’m so fond of.

Time for a change in scenery.

Sometimes, you have to buy smaller things receptacles so that you can downsize your collection of things into it.

Hmn, I seem to have spotted another crevice which has managed to avoid decluttering…until now.

I dunno what it is, but music seems to evoke more memories, feelings, dreams than movies do. It’s almost as if the lack of visual stimuli hones all the other senses.

I caught myself having the most un-me thought this afternoon. While waiting around for mum, I thought to myself, “If I were a smoker, this would be where I’d pop out for a ciggy”.

Apart from a very brief flutter of teenage experimentation, I’m not a smoker.

Odd.

Oh eBay, you’ll allow scalpels to be sold but not Swiss Army Knives? Where will I get rid of my spares now?!

Whenever I have a Latin query, I immediately think back to my WISK sheets (what I should know) from my school days, then I remember that I had ceremoniously ignited them ten years ago. Kinda wished I didn’t do that now. I’m actually finding it harder to look up the required info on the web than I would’ve had I still possessed my notes. I can remember which page and what it looks like but for the life of me, I can’t remember the details, where the devil lies.

Difficile est tenere quae acceperis nisi exerceas.

Have too many clothes/things – can’t decide what to wear/use. Not enough clothes/things – complain about lack of variety/practical implements. Finding the equilibrium must be one of life’s great mysteries.

My room must be like Narnia or Mary Poppin’s bag. Even after my mass clear out last week, I’m still finding things to junk. To be honest, if I were to emmigrate today, all I’d need is my computer, photography gear and clothes. Oh, and perhaps my knives, torches, moisturiser, iPod, iPhone, cafetiere…