Perfection

I was properly satisfied this morning. Nothing but a darn well written article could make your day unassumingly.

While for some reason my broadband connection at home broke last night, I could still consumed my RSS readings here, at Mt. Alvernia Hospital. Again, unassumingly, eh? Having a less than 1 kg lappy to lug around surely helped.

Perfection.

The utmost enemy of mediocrity. Or for some, the pinnacle you get once in a while in mundanity that tastes like superb dessert. Yum.

I have a fetish.

I fall very easily for a good writing — a not too long one, please. Hence my hobby, blog reading. If you’re persistent enough, once in a purple moon, on a strange planet, it’ll appear. Darn. Good. Writing.

While I’m still faithful following a couple of consistently well written blogs, waiterrant and avanoo’s, after some time, they started to get too familiar. So, upon reading these words from a site named “Gamer’s with Jobs” with title began with “Best Buy” about Guitar Hero 3, it came as a refreshing surprise:

I try to catch his eyes, to make some feeble 40-year-old-dad gesture: maybe a nod, or a humble utterance of “nice.” But, his sutra complete, his eyes have gone to his shoes. His companions pat him on the back, not with a juvenile high-five, but with an almost loving touch, they way you’d touch an aging parent on the back when asking if they’re pneumonia was getting better. They turn away from us and walk back down the aisle in the direction they had come.

Jake squirms. I put him down and take his hand.

It’s warm and soft and surprisingly strong as he squeezes mine. As we walk out of the store, I have the odd sense of being aware of my breathing. For a moment at least, it becomes a conscious act.

My first inhale after finishing the last sentence was deep in contentment.

Made my day.

That or I just want to brag about my new gadget and the fact I’m blogging this from a baby-delivering hospital :)

One Response to “Perfection”

  1. flona Says:

    kamuh melahirkan? lol..happy new year yeahhh

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