Randomly Wonderful

April 12th, 2007

up till now, i had it all wrong. unknowingly, i have been the prejudiced person all this time, the hypocrite who wants to live out a storybook, but the catch is that it has to be a storybook written by me. one where i know all the plot twists and cliffhangers and who dies at the end. cos there is this sense of smugness that i secretly enjoy when i see what i want to see; i like being able to say, ‘i knew it’. and who doesnt want to make their life perfect - isnt it great how i can go back and edit my life whenever i want? take out whole chapters, put in a period or two, write in a new character.. whatever right, as long as i’m happy.

the other day i was watching an episode of grey’s anatomy with ben. it’s the one where someone drowns and is revived. so predictable lah, i complained to him. as if we didnt know she was going to live again! i hate predictable shows!, i huffed as i stomped around the room. where is the magic? where is the creativity?

someone once asked me if i like surprises. i love surprises, i said, but only if i see them coming. he laughed and we clinked wineglasses. ‘how we met was a surprise, you know’, he pointed out. and i cant disagree; it was a most irregular first-time. ’so, am i an unpleasant or a pleasant surprise?’ one of us asks. ‘time will tell, but i’m beginning to warm up to you’, says the other.

many years ago, there was one day jovann blurted out suddenly : “i’m broke”, and i laughed and laughed like there was no tomorrow. for a while after that, everytime he said “i’m broke”, i would dissolve into a fit of giggles, and sometimes even just imagining jovann saying that would make me laugh. and one time aira told me a grasshopper joke that wasnt even really funny but to this day i still laugh everytime i relay the joke because i remember the unexpected manner in which she told the joke; she just halted the conversation midway and said, “hey so this grasshopper walks into a bar..” and when she executed the punchline, it was just so bloody comically random. a total ‘what the???’ moment, and that’s why i love that joke.

recently i had to live out a book not authored by me. i hated it. but the point of this whole post is that i realize how much i actually loved it. i loved to say i hated it; yet i covertly savoured every moment of the unfamiliarity. so much dramaaaaaaaaa. and of course i thoroughly enjoyed the drama, because i’m a drama queen at heart, but i suppose everyone already knows that.

what’s random can be wonderful too.

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