Tuesday, April 04, 2006

reading list for easter, and delightfully cryptic matters.

In order of preference:

You won't believe how hard it is to obtain Doctor Faustus, I've been everywhere searching for this elusive book, and it's nowhere to be found. Damn, I hate playing hide-and-seek. I suppose I can always order it online, but I don't like doing that, I'm old-fashioned in that way - I prefer to buy it from a bookstore. There's nothing like the thrill of walking into Foyles/Borders, breathing in the smell that only new books can have, and leaving with a Cheshire grin, armed with more books than I can carry, and many pounds poorer.

And I'm waiting impatiently for Murakami's novel Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman which is due in August. And God knows when the next installment of Harry Potter will be out. Oh, so many books to read, and so little time! And you'd think I'd spend my time more wisely, where I believe I have to churn out 5000words per week just to keep up with my coursework.

The days are getting longer and warmer, the long-awaited sunshine is confusing my senses, with a cool breeze that hints at the subdued promise of fliched strawberries and pink cheesecakes and purple chocolate and all things tender and sweet. Languorous days lie ahead in wait, or maybe they are already upon me, so deceptive they are, like the calm before the storm, like the red sky in the morning that the sailors so fear, for anything that is good and kind eventually comes to an end. But that's the cynic pessimist in me talking, who never dares to believe, who fears the undeserved and unwarranted, and must savagely embrace the foreshadowing of the looming threats, which must rest upon your shoulder in time to come, in a bid to cling on to the person who you think you are.

I apologize for the gloomy turn of my recent posts, and the very long and unwieldy sentences, but all things haven't exactly been bright and beautiful lately, and I can only tell myself lies up to a certain point. The problem with lying to yourself, is that you know that they are untrue. I'd rather have other people fabricate falsehoods to me, and lie so brilliantly well, that I'd never be able to find out. Sometimes, the truth isn't worth the finding out, you know?

But that's fine, part of the learning curve, part of growing up, part of life, which is of very little comfort to be honest, but you stop quibbling about such meagre details when you know it's all of your own making, with no vestiges to lean upon, and nothing left to hold onto.

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

happy april's fool, and now the joke is on me.
procrastinating! presentation tmr! nothing done!
perturbed.
Turning point, my turning point is here. It's funn...
it's not my day.
the hills are alive!! with the sound of music.
disconsolate.
i want money to drop down from the sky; window dis...
it's been 250 years.
like a black lamb led by the nose around the cheer...

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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.