Asking Timothy Weeble about the sensation of losing balance will inevitably bring an instinctive smile of knowing to his flawlessed face. He knows because he is either in a perpetual state of losing balance or because it is something he has never experienced at all. The latter sources his electrically curious ponderment on the subject, and the resultantly by-produced knowledge which could be scraped from the surface of his bubbling pool of fantastically colourful thoughts and, when applied to a slice of hole in this wisdom, would very well supersede that of one who had lost balance from fault line time to time and only considered the subject twice.
Ramadan had just entered the room and no sooner had the formally unnecessary formalities of meeting and greeting and congratulating been signed and completed than I was vehemently being poked in the back and the rug was pulled right out from beneath me.
Boo! It’s over! Eid Mubarak!
I do beg your pardon? But I was just marching up these stairs right here and suddenly there were no more steps and my foot came down hard and I was very surprised. As I stood swaying, somewhat stubbornly unconvinced and somewhat bewildered at the factual and seemingly evasive nature of the boo, I felt the skullabite virus creeping along my pained sinus, clutching and climbing diligently, with clear malice aforethought, from the back of my unassuming, blameless nose to what geographically feels like right there inside my head. Within the scrooge sized space of thirty seconds, sellotaped tightly as fate to the thread of time, it declared that it didn’t have to fake it if it could make it and that it had indeed made it.
In the feverish fit of fever, Eid observed me and then left just in time not to catch me when the earth rose up and hit me twice. TooReFo, my in-house research department, has rolled out the Google filing cabinet and, after a hasty perusal, informed me that it is conventional to faint with your eyes open.
‘A couple shots of alcohol should set you right.’ Paramedic George prescribed.
‘Well, I don’t drink. Anything else I could try?’
‘Nah, don’t do anything.’
Technically, in such a collapse, one does not experience the delightful, quasi-outer-body phenomenon of physical detachment [losing balance]- only that of one moment being stood with an intention to gargle and the next minute feeling the floor wrap itself around you and the radiator trying to intervene. Then you find your way up but the floor insists once again.
Gravity, gravity, gravity. It holds down my journals as I fill them with spells and theories that do everything but abide by Newton’s laws. In His praise, my feet are always ten feet off the ground.
Oh no, may Allah cure you. You fainted?! You must have caught a really bad strain. I remember that poem at the bottom. I’d like to request I’m allowed to read it again, if you don’t mind. I hope you’re feeling better and glad to see you back here 😀
Its one of those little happenings that while scary at the time, will become funnier and funnier as time goes on, until in a few centuries, merely the mention of your name and “radiator” in the same sentence, will result in a bank holiday!
And I want handwriting like that! :$
Glad you’re well though! 😀
And TooReFo…it needs a budget increase… 😛
Oz, I’m already re-enacting the collapse for family and relatives. Sometimes, brother musters up the strength to re-live it with me… but only sometimes. And, I’m sorry, a budget what?
Deeja, I will make arrangements for this to be possible once again 😀 (PS. My USB’s are sending me postcards of their trips in wonderful locations around the world. Amelie.)
Until, eventually, it will find its way into prominent West End theatres and maybe, if you’re VERY VERY lucky…youtube.
Oh, and TooReFo… Needs more investment to help it grow to accomodate your fallings over.
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I’m sorry, TooReFo needs …what?
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How you insult Tooba’s vocabulary by the mere mention of the word “budget”, uff!
I accidently “over-spent” on books today and owing to the subsequent lecture on “budgeting”- that vile, vile word let alone practice- I am, as would be expected, somewhat over-sensitive. Oh, my purty card has been taken from meee 😦
Thank you. I look forward to it 😀
There is no such thing as over-spending on books!
“If I have a little money I buy books; and if any is left, I buy food and clothes.” – Erasmus
@K – Why are you now a dash? And I can’t comment on your site! And what card? :O
@Toobaa – If you don’t increase funding for TooReFo, how is it supposed to open up the international offices in Dubai, Singapore and New York?! 😛
@Both – I’ve UNDERSPENT on books, and am now going to knock myself out on Amazon :D… a luxury TooReFo doesn’t have… 😦
I’m glad you can empathise with my case Toobaa, sigh. Do keep us updated with kogepan’s whereabouts.
I’m anti-social 😀 The one with money on it (or lack thereof)!
Enjoy Amazon, it’s better than knocking oneself out on shoes and hangbags, I’d say 😀
Amazon is now better than Ebay, I reckon. Ebay used to be cater for my nichey needs fantastically. Now, it’s just like going to the shopping centre, perhaps more costly, in fact. Amazon isn’t too bad, I’m discovering.
@K: Your poor poor purdy card 😦
@Oz: TooReFo what offices? I’m sorry I just can’t understand what you’re saying.
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Amazon is good, almost too good…Those recommendations are going to bankrupt me in the very near future… (btw, they now do shoes too!)
@Toobaa: Never mind. Just you wait till you next need information. TooReFo, will do all its research from Fox News from now on. 😛
@Star formerly known as Dash: Cleverly done. Do you write any poetry?
@Alarm Clock: Why didn’t you wake me up till midday? 😦
I’ve never shopped for books on Ebay before. My lovely companion is locked away in a safe mum tells me 😦 Poetry? No, not really.Do you? Toobaa:I’m surprised you haven’t got a poetry section.
The worst thing about this whole affair is that I don’t need my card for amazon at all. Or any other online bookshops because I know the card no., exp date and security code by heart. :[
Hah, and even if you don’t remember, Paypal knows off by heart…
I will have a new page/ category for poetry up, soonings!
Glad to hear it 😀
I’m bored, and so found myself back here again. :$
Read ‘My Uncle Napoleon’ (both of you) if you ever come across it:
“One hot summer day, to be precise, one Friday the thirteenth of August, at about a quarter to three in the afternoon, I fell in love. The bitterness and longing I’ve been through since have often made me wonder whether if it had been the twelfth or the fourteenth of August things would have turned out differently.”
Lol, it’s one of my most favourite books.
Haha- sounds like I may take it up for bedtime reading. The problem with law books at bedtime is that it’s reasonably forseeable that they’ll crush you to death.
I know three people who celebrate their birthday on the 13th of August…I don’t know why that’s relevant though. Whats the book about?
@Law books: *shakes fist*
Lol, it’s a perfect bedtime book. I took it as a tube read and couldn’t help by smile unashamedly to myself, lol. Blurgh!Law books MUST sleep on the bookshelf, lol.
I think it’s the Friday 13th bit that’s meant to be relevant? lol. It’s set in Iran (the book’s banned there) and narrates very comically the political on-goings of one extended family. It manages realism and tragedy despite it’s humour though. Sniff.
its not “it’s”
I think you can use either “its” or “it’s”, because the source of “it’s”, “it is”, is also correct, no?
Although you could save on the lifespan of your keyboard by using “its”, minimal number of keystrokes.
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You’re right, the first “it’s” is ‘it has’, but the second “it’s” in “despite it’s humour” has an uneccessary apostrophe in it. 😐 How annoyingly frequent is that mistake, even when one knows the rules, lol.
Sometimes, I make that error on purpose- ego slap. 🙂
Ah yes… What you SHOULD have done, is had a quiet word with Toobaa to fix it before anyone sees it. Then, you could have just feigned correctness the entire time! Although we would then be subject to Toobaa’s purposeful errors.
Ouch. :S
“The fear of Friday the 13th is called paraskavedekatriaphobia.”
Haha- we were trying to remember that last night at the Maggy birds/bird’s house.
Lol, ego slap is a nice term and paraskavedekatriaphobia is one I’ll never remember, but interesting all the same 😀
Thats my challenge for this week. To use the term “ego-slap” in a conversation with someone in a position of authority.
Oh Oh! I know!
‘Ever considered investing in an ego-slap? It’s all the rage.’
Lol, could you ever actually bring yourself to say that to anyone?
How could you not? THAT should be in the poetry section!
And also, how can I make my handwriting neater, like in your picture? It used to be really good, but has deteriorated beyond legibility. :$
erm…..hmm…..
what can i say….hmm….(sticks out einsteins tongue:-p )…that shall suffice for now…