if i close one eye and focus reeeally hard on (heh) the inside corner with my other one, i can just make out the blurry red outline of a spot of blood oozing out of a pimple i just popped right on the bridge of my nose. mmm. haha, bet you wish you hadn't read that.
sort of felt like revamping my list of things to do before i die:
- see the aurora borealis/australis (depending on the hemisphere i happen to be occupying at the time)
- attend a holi celebration (hindu colour festival), preferably in india
- dance in spring/summer rainstorms in a sarong and flower garlands; preferably with a friend or a small group of friends, and with music
- worship at a buddhist temple/monastery
- make something with my hands that i can be really proud of (e.g. a piece of furniture, pottery, or maybe something even more useful); try not to worry about how long it will "last" since everything is transient
- if i don't end up raising a child of my own, then i'd want to be a positive and hopefully lasting influence on at least one child
- read every book i want to read (oof)
- make a significant sacrifice
- become well-versed in political discourse and international current affairs; participate and make irrefutable arguments in a debate
- know my way around a wine cellar/liquor cabinet/fully-stocked bar :)
- do something for each of my parents that would make each profoundly happy and that nobody else could've/would've done for them
- acquire some fierce cooking skills; make a dazzling meal (appetizers to desserts) from scratch and throw a kickass dinner party
- really learn the meaning and value of family instead of just shrugging it off as an annoying inconvenience
oof, a lot of these sound bourgie, don't they. ah well, guess that's just how i roll (at least for the time being). i know, it's an embarrassing admission, but hey at least i'm being honest.
i really like thinking about death. of course, i'm operating under the notion that mine will arrive after a life generous in length and breadth and in a peaceful and merciful manner (maybe during an unexpected nap in a cushy chair while reading). uh, not sure if that's how it's gonna be (obv), but i sure hope so. i've never witnessed an actual death. i used to want to become a mortuary beautician. that would've been interesting to blog about, eh? but idunno, maybe i'll get decapitated in a freak water skiing accident like that actor dude's son, something o'neal. too lazy to look it up now. whatever the case, i just hope it's not drawn out and excruciating. i imagine being conscious of one's death as it occurs must be one of the most ghastly things one could ever experience.
and on that note, i'm off to bed. for a whole day of work tomorrow when i thought i didn't have to be going in at all this weekend. blurgh.
