meaningless ramble just to write.

I take up my hose and pinch the end so the water comes out in the form of tiny drops, millions and millions of drops, temporarily defying gravity before falling back to earth. The sun behind pierces these little prisms producing a shimmer of colours that float in air.

I smile to myself at the sight of my "painting" in the sky, an arc of seven colours. Never mind if my neighbour thinks I'm senile. 

I breath in the "after the rain" smell that's emitted when the plants are well watered. I love that smell...I inhale, exhale and smile. I just googled it by the way, about how that smell is created. Here's info I got from "How Stuff Works." It reads,

One of the more pleasant rain smells, the one we often notice in the woods, is actually caused by bacteria! Actinomycetes, a type of filamentous bacteria, grow in soil when conditions are damp and warm. When the soil dries out, the bacteria produces spores in the soil. The wetness and force of rainfall kick these tiny spores up into the air where the moisture after a rain acts as an aerosol (just like an aerosol air freshener). The moist air easily carries the spores to us so we breathe them in. These spores have a distinctive, earthy smell we often associate with rainfall."

Back to reality.

*Sigh*, life it seems, as one ages, can become a burden filled with tension. Sometimes I feel like I'm a dung beetle that's been collecting and rolling piles and piles of dung. The difference is that while the dung beetle will eventually bury the dung into a hole to be used as food later, I carry the dung on my back. Sometimes that dung seeps into my soul, like food for the soul, except that this is shit food. Negative food.

That dung can cause me to become stinky in thought and heart, showing in the form of discontentment, grumpiness, impatience and so on.  If I let it remain on my back, it'll probably rot me to hell.

I'd like to ramble on coz I've a tonne of work to do. That's me, the more work I have piled up before me, the more I like to procrastinate it, till that final minute ticks and there are no more ticks left, then adrenaline and tension forces me to kick start into action. Dang, how many times have I told myself to always work ahead of time? Yet, change is nearly next to impossible. Makes sense? I suppose not, unless you're like me.

With a heavy sigh, I will now cut today's discourse  short, as I've a heap of dung to deal with. Well, dung, and household matters and work related stuff. I've no idea how this ramble went from  me looking senile while enjoying my little homemade rainbow to this dung beetle analogy. All I do know is, I've gotta get back to work now. Yes, 10pm and still working.

Let me also go unload that pile of dung before it becomes filth in my soul. I suppose unloading might include reducing input of negative news such as Bersih 3.0 (which many dear friends and family attended and got tear gassed!),  start doing things ahead of time to reduce tension that comes with procrastination and hanging out with positive people.

Yeah, and I've gotta get back to that rainbow and enjoy the simple things in life, while still balance all these other things that adults have to do. 

Yeap....will go now. Let me start by digging a hole to bury the shit, and then go finish up some work.

Good day all. :)