Monday, May 22, 2006

It's very strange. When you're desperately deprived of sleep, and you have tons of work to do, everything else that is mundane and ordinary becomes terribly interesting. For example, the texture of my curtain is suddenly the most fascinating thing in my little world, and I stare at it for minutes without end with my pencil in hand, thinking about its origins from rough bark and heart-shaped leaves, wondering how it'd look like if it ever decomposes in the near future, would it still remain blue, would it still be baby soft, and would it ever miss kissing the glass panels, and looking out of my rectangular window? I don't know, but I suppose these aren't the questions I should be asking myself right now, I have 5 more A3-size manuscript papers to fill with unintelligible scribblings of black notes by 1400hr. Then again, I never seem to ask the right questions, or rather, I never seem to hear the answers that I want to hear, but if I do have it my way, the world will be topsy-turvy where we'll have 12 fingers instead of 10, the only two languages allowed would be Latin and classical music, and the consumption of raw vegetables and animals' spare parts such as monkey brains and chicken feet will be prohibited. I don't think everyone will be very happy if things are the way I would like them to be, so I suppose that's a good thing in retrospect.

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

in the dark with Murphy for company.
helpless.
midori/morbid ducks.
climbing down.
impending arrival, stressed.
i'm feeling whimsical.
updated reading list for easter part deux.
wales and an indulgent easter weekend.
reading list for easter, and delightfully cryptic ...
happy april's fool, and now the joke is on me.

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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.