Friday, October 06, 2006

paradox.

Many times, Yang'en and I have discussed how one only learns, or appreciates, the meaning of value through loss, and the magnitude of that lost value (which also becomes a valued loss), only becomes clear - all too clear - if you have the luxury to face it a second time. Not to have it, mind you, just to face it.

Yang'en has departed from the blogosphere, and I'm sorry to see him go - I will miss reading his Benard Shaw entries. It makes me rather upset, well, anguished really, that I'll have no choice but to delete this domain in a few weeks as well. It's been part of my life since August 2004, why would I want to let it go? But - imagine the consequences if my future students were to stumble upon this blog..? I'll be starting work really soon - in a few weeks. Maybe I'll move somewhere else with password-protected entries. I'll definitely share the passwords with you guys if I do so, but it somehow feels rather contrived, you know? We'll see how it goes.

I wonder if everything is truly inevitable in retrospect? But even that's too tempting and fatalistic a thought for me to accept. Too easy, you know? Too perfect. Everything fits a bit too neatly in the larger scheme of things, what happens to the square holes?

I know I have a tendency to repeat myself, but indulge me anyway - everything becomes heartbreaking when you know the tragic end.

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

whimsical.
328 words so far.
it turns out that.
hoarder.
packingpackingpanickingwillitneverend.
random things in the morning.
waving my arms around.
no memory to call its own.
it's been 348 days.
taking the piss.

previous rants

August 2004
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November 2010
January 2011
February 2011
August 2011
October 2011
May 2013

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.