Wednesday, July 01, 2009

this is for you

for all

that music be the only relay, yet nothing can or will ever suffice.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

coming to terms; new beginnings.

Berlin and back, survived (surviving), now the jetlag and late nights, which are now in hindsight preciously sought after.

Was very happy at the big surprise before I left, these days it's all smiles and happy thoughts. :)

Things happened in Berlin, inside and out, whenever I can steal some time for myself, and I think, and I miss, or maybe, it's the other way round.

In any case, I'm back home, where I belong, and I am happy to be where I am now.

Saturday, May 09, 2009

about work, of course.

I had a string of nightmares about work last night. Not that I really remember what they are about, but big generic topics leap out at me from somewhere, like Failure, Failure and Failure.

The last one was slightly different. It involved me trailing after a certain big shot who was decked from head to toe in two mink coats, a shiny cane, shades, very pimp, doncha know. And I was so angry, that it was somehow part of my job to wait hand and foot on that person, and I followed after, worse than a dog, for I even had to ask permission to eat, and I was told, No, the Computer Says No.

Then I got to a payphone (I wasn't allowed to have any personal belongings, not even my iphone) and hordes of us minions were queueing up to use the payphone. So. I queued for two hours, and finally got to the red phone. I really really wanted to call the boy in my dream. Then, this girl went up to me, armed with her dragon of a mother, and commanded most imperiously that I let her cut queue.

I pause in my narration at this point to give all of you a bit of background - I have spent the past four days dealing with parents of all kinds. Yup.

So. I stared at them, and I lost it right there and then in my dream. I tore off the phone from its sockets, ripped it off in a swift gesture, and threw it at their feet. It split apart most easily with the handle flying off in a tangent somewhere. And I began hurling strings of heated words, I believe, at them and I started to cry, because I really wanted to go home and not remain beholden to anyone and then I woke up in bed.

Now, I am all the more depressed because I am awake in this time and space.

What I would give to jump through the hoops of time and wake up when it's the 26th.

Monday, May 04, 2009

aleatory beckons.

Friday, April 10, 2009

and more milestones.

Points of arrivals and departures occuring simultaneously once more, breathless, no time to think, no time to sort out the threads from the imbroglio, only the savouring of sweet company in the nights where I can call my life my own, even if it's just for a little while before another dawn.

blueprint

I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator.

fresh monodies

this is for you
coming to terms; new beginnings.
about work, of course.
aleatory beckons.
and more milestones.
occupational hazard.
like that.
Ein muss sein!
the sigh of the earth
=_=

previous rants

August 2004
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treatises on life

arty jen
betty boop
carmentica
charming-linn
chasing snowy cars
cheeky lynn
cheryliciously glam
clean and cute
cyclist-mad bass
darling dominic
feisty jing
fellow ditz-sista/porkSTAR
hail mary!
hell's kitchen
hero on the beach
h-Euge heart
hunky lenny
lipgloss queen
little cheryl
live n learn, baby
lolita lou
loony loon
mr popular
musically dan
m y s t j
phringe
princess tania
roger smurf
runaway pigeon
sabotage king jeremiah
sibling angst1
sibling angst2
spector dan
spunky tian
steffy bunny
sun-sunzzz
teeny wee-nee
weeeee, leonard!
yangtze yang'en

frivolous pursuits

for shallow ppl
for very geeky ppl
for the truly bored
spun prose
binary thoughts
past imprints
some stamps
montage of images
other memories

mulling over

And there were phlegmatic souls.