The spot

I feel as though I am back at the same old spot I have constantly revisited over the past 2 years. This spot is a representation of the daily clockwork routine I have conformed to during that period; waking up every morning deliberating(actually there is no need at all) whether or not I should turn up for work, having breakfast and then my second breakfast, bolting out of camp(that's if I make it there lah) and finally spending my late evenings aimlessly roaming about the city. By the look of this dull and far from spectacular life of mine, I wouldn't blame you if you imagined of this 'spot' as a minute and insignificant one.

Just as I thought I had relegated this ridiculous routine to history with the long stream of MCs(or it could just be a Mega-MC) and later clearing leave, I realised otherwise. To my sheer disappointment of missing the right spot, my rear foot had instead been shackled and stuck in that same old spot I was in for 2 years, though the only consolation I can get is its slightly prettier appearance this time. So yeah, I guess it doesn't take much to figure my ever-predictable life: waking up(only for breakfast after noon), movies, second breakfast, wandering till I dunno when and then to bed. The difference here lies in the environment I spend most of my time at, which at this period is the comfort of my home unlike that greenish hell in the past. Also, my nights have become days. Therefore, the spot is somewhat prettier.

However, in spite of the inevitable re-enactment of this mundane routine in every brand new day, it does not mean that life was, or has to be meaningless. This is so because we, more often than not, find ourselves engaged in numerous interesting activities and doing havoc things while being confined to this cycle, or chained to this spot u might say. What then, is life without havoc theories/stories, talking cock, jaw-droppingly beautiful lasses, Kelloggs, alcohol(N.A to Malik and perhaps Elvin since a teaspoon is a negligible amount), education, ambition, Dota, friendship and most evidently the queen of one's heart? I'm sure all these aren't everything, but that doesn't mean they count for nothing either!

So, as our capacity to appreciate and grasp life increases, we concurrently decorate and furnish this hotspot more fancifully, in our very exclusive individual styles too. Also in time, this spot will grow, and of course it shall be in proportion to how potent its only limiting factor(yourself) is. Which is why some leave a more lasting impression compared to others, for whatever reasons. Anyway, I hate to burst your bubble, but this spot must totally, completely fade away...someday.

Haha, on a completely irrelevant and nonsensical note, I'd like to list certain properties of my most favoured spot which I can assure everyone that I'd re-visit as often as possible in this shot of life. Firstly, it has to be capable of varying its size from a slit to an upper limit of the face of a Snapples bottle cap. Next, it must be dark, not because I want it that way, but technically speaking, a shaft of light would have difficulty penetrating it. Lastly, it should come with some depth. Oh and I'd like to name it Pussy.

-A leopard never changes its spots. I am that leopard.