Time Travelling Through The Tempo

It is 4am. The Duff had gone to bed at 12.30am. He'd been tossing and turning till now, and he is slightly pissed.

He hasn't had this bout of sleeplessness before in this new habitat. He had always managed to go to sleep rather easily, in spite of his activities just before hitting the sack. It is rather odd, he feels, that he should experience this now. The coffee and orange he took just before may have added to this, or the large gulps of water just before pulling the covers over his shoulders. It is doubly weird given that he had a rather eventful and stressful day, with a full 4 hours of flying in rather difficult conditions. Another reason may be a gnawing ache in his thighs, knees, ankles and feet. Its as if he was having some Periodic cramps.

But the most likely reason, deduced by his own brutal honesty on all his failures, is that he was time travelling.

"What the fuck?" you may say.

He does this pretty easily, and in recent times, within close intervals of each session. His tool of travel? MUSIC.

A choice selection of tunes easily brings him back to the past. He has made many connections over the years, with his highly sensual nature, to specific experiences and entire swaths of his life to specific sounds, smells, textures and tastes. As such, certain songs would instantly reignite emotions felt during that time.

Perhaps coinciding with his "period", he is more emotional than usual, and thus extrememly contemplative. This is a mindset highly detrimental to getting into a sleeping state. His mind was charged up with images, sights, sounds, memories both pleasant and painful. A squall of feelings bursting forth and crashing upon one another. Hours pass in an instant between short delusions, mayhaps shallow REM sleep.

He was catapulted through times of growth and exploration.
Falling in love.
The first time.
Unrequited.
The deep yearning for acceptance and reciprocation.
Philisophical debates and revelations with a JC buddy.
The excruciating pain of studying.
The adrenaline of the night before the first paper.
Wanton freedom of responsibilities while serving the nation.
The second time.
Writing notes in the corner of a dimly lit cafe, listening to songs sung live.
Karaoke sessions where he never uttered a tune.
But ate lots of snacks and fruits.
Hurting loved ones.
And the general greying of his world.

Ah, a sum of his broken parts. His undeniable TRUTH.
How he enjoys a good trip backwards. Once more, with feeling~!

25 Random Things About The Duff

This 25 Random things thingamy has been circulating around the facebook quadrant of the net for awhile, and the duff had been sent one by his platoon mate. According to the rules, he's supposed to write up his own list of 25 random things about himself, may it be habits, likes, dislikes and deep dark secrets. Not only that, but the nature of the post (using the most un-userfriendly interface Notes) requires him to not only make it as honest as possible, but also spicey, interesting and entertaining. Very much the oxymoron, one might say.

Not really that different from myself blogging about the duff, but different in the sense that its a declaration of one's personality and uniqueness (and also, as unique as the next person, like snowflakes). Some of his friends have posted it like a Want Ad in the Singles Dating section, like a meme on ME. Some, just another list to bitch about whats wrong with the world.

The duff tried to accomplish the task, but he found himself not being able to just affix 25 items to the list. He prides himself in knowing what he's like, and what he does on a regular basis seems too trivial to write about. He also tries to not live his life with secrets and thus, there are not that many to OUT himself with. After a week, he gave up.

It may also be due to his current situation. He is not in the most conducive of environments for creative writing. His work and non-working hours have merged into a blur, and in such a predicament, energy and fun juice just gets mixed in and gulped into the thirsty sand-dunes of LifeSucks.

This also explains the fucking coupla months of non-posts here.

What would be interesting would be friends posting their own opinions of you. A no-holds barred, "be honest with me for my sake" kind of affair. A constructive criticism feedback forum with no(t many) repercussions. Which may turn out to be a shoe-throwing press conference, depending on how you've been treating others your whole life.

Wouldn't that be cool? Wouldn't that be awesome? Wouldn't that be The Truth?!