M for mundane. H for Haircut.

Haircuts. There's just something blessedly relaxing with haircuts. I find it soothing and think of it as an activity I wouldn't mind having any time of the day. -->The warm experienced hands kneading and massaging your scalp before the haircut itself. The light barely there touches on your hair that at any moment could become firm and steady you'd definitely feel them. The soft sounds that are made as the sharp steel cut the fragile strands of your hair. Someone's nail as it inevitably and accidentally grazes your skin. The heat that caresses your head as the blower does its job. Your face momentarily changing at the finished design. You- realizing that at the end of the day have finally decided to dedicate one thing for yourself and find out you didn't regret it one bit. You- feeling good because of one mundane activity. 

Definitely. Haircut is among the few things that can somehow soothe my vicious, cruel soul.

A Study in Rainbow

A NOTE before anyone would bother to read: This entry is not for any manner of homophobe to read. A homo or straight could read this and be fine with it, but never the homophobes. For members of Gay-STraight-Alliances only, if you'd prefer. Don't really care...

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I marvel at how it took me long enough to finally write about my new delicious addiction, that is, reading JOHNLOCK fics. (If you don't know, then it's a pity, but here's a pic to enlighten your poor soul).

Reading them gives me the  high I think would beat even the high given by cocaines or heroines--the exact high I needed and craved and as of now, I just couldn't get enough of it (despite the experience written on my last entry). I can't get satiated that if I were an animal, I'd probably be basking and bathing at the scent of them and wanting to get under skin. I didn't really expect to get so sucked up in my JOHNLOCK addiction having just emerged from my DRARRY fever ---

----which took me about 4 months to be finally comfortable enough not to read fics about it for a day, and mind you, I didn't really emerge from it whole and unscathed. But this JOHNLOCK pairing unexpectedly yet absolutely grew in me and lodged somewhere deep in my heart, nibbling slowly and secretly like some fast multiplying virus until it had expanded large enough to consume every cell and fibre of my being. So now I'm completely at its clutches, writhing in its mercy, hungry for every nice fanfic about it, never once halting in my hunt, and never getting tired of this amazing high I get from reading it. It's crazy. I'm like a masochist completely devoured and slaved by its hands. And I love every minute of it, every waking moment that my eyes pour over the thousands and thousands of words depicting the stories of love, lust, romance between--well--Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.


I can't really imagine how dull life would be without having known this indescribable pleasure brought about by slash fics. How dull life must be for closed-minded, ordinary people. Or shockingly homophobic people who can't appreciate the different colors of life. It's so foreign to me now, the lives they live... especially the lives homophobes live trying to shun the existence of a homosexual attraction. Am straight as I can be, mind you, but my mind's not as dull as a wooden ruler that would break. Hmmm,,, I think I need coffee now that my attempt at metaphor sucks. Apologies.

Lonely in Gorgeous

Sometimes, you just suddenly feel lonely—terribly lonely— unlike you’ve ever had experienced before. Without some sort of warning, without any clue, without minding the time of the day or the sort of company you have, that nagging feeling of loneliness could just creep on you, crawling like the little nasty bugger that it is and catching you in its nets out of the blue.  And then you miss people. You miss things. You miss the people you fleetingly knew, or your friends, your enemies, your childhood crushes, people that could’ve been your friends, people you hated, people you originally didn’t care enough about, and sometimes, people that you even haven’t met yet—the ones you likely may meet in the future—or hope to meet. It’s kind of absurd and without any rational reason behind it, that is, whether the prospect of missing people you haven’t met yet or missing a hundred lot of things at all because you happened to feel lonely… But when you miss people, you’ll also miss things or remember memories—some that are clear and colorful and some that have become a kind of blurry haze at the back of your mind, never resurfacing until you called for it real hard or your subconscious did. Funny how loneliness could get you some kind of perspective. Well, this is how I feel like. I feel kind of lonely. Like shit. This melancholy eating me from inside and out. And it feels like I’m missing something utterly important in the grand scheme of things.

Maybe this happenstance is only brought about by reading too much slash fanfics (mainly Johnlock fics at the moment)—and you must admit that reading wonderful stories of attraction (in my case, especially between two boys) bring some kind of pleasure of the highest kind—that incredibly painful tightness at your chest and that exhilarating giddiness and high…And I’m getting sidetracked apparently—Or maybe, this is brought on by the social isolation I’ve consciously and delightedly imposed upon myself while I was ‘in the heat’ for  the said JohnLock fanfics,,, In any case, this said loneliness made me (1) reacquainted with my blog and made me (2) click that little chat option in facebook which I haven’t bothered about for half a year. People. I just needed to be surrounded by people, Connect with people of all sorts—friends, acquaintances, crushes, enemies, strangers—practically anyone—and just feel alive—and grounded.

Note. Am posting this while braving being caught using the hospital net with something NOT related to work. I so, so hope erasing the net's history will do the job for me.