Tuesday, August 31, 2004

whose way.

We thought it was 'this way'. They thought it was 'that way'.

The one on top? Didn't think at all.

I'm seriously irked.

Maybe I got it all wrong. Maybe we're the ones who didn't use our brains. You know... that part between your ears...

Whatever it is, I'm disgusted and disillusioned with the system.

I don't want to just sit and complain and whinge about how rigid and inflexible and the sheer amount of red tape, and yet, it doesn't seem as if there is even a possible solution to this problem, let alone a quick fix-it. It's a multi-dimensional problem with many possible solutions, but no one can ever be sure which is the right one.

Perhaps a perfect solution is an utopian ideal, and that the process taken towards finding one may prove to be far more valuable.

I want to go back... no, I want to run back to the times where life had bright rosy hues and fuzzy warm edges. Filled with sounds of Chopin's mazurkas and songs from Yamaha textbooks, and the lost love gathered from a three-way embrace, and ringing laughter that had once cast a protective shroud over my awareness.

Now, I'm even more repulsed by myself.

Ick.

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

"Procrastimation is like masturbation: at first it...
midpoint.

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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.