Wednesday, July 04, 2007

and another.

Every name-day, I inevitably sift through the past year, those layers of sedimented memories and collated photographs which are all too distant and foreign. An arguably valid reason for me to indulge in senseless nostalgia! Too tempting, and far too convenient an excuse. Of course I'm going to leap right in, it won't be me to not do otherwise, really.

So I discovered lost feelings and forgotten memories, yet each was a vague echo of what it was before. Imprints, ghosts, shadows. But I should have never underestimated the power of music to move, to evoke, to resuscitate. They all took on coloured flesh on the back of my eyelids, and danced around in fierce circles to the rhythm of profaned time. How they burned, and how beautiful they were. For a while, just for that short while, I remembered what it was like to live so very fervently, and so very hard.

Okay, I've finished with my 2006 life regression! It's of miniscule proportions to be sure, but one must be economical and prudent these days, or so they say. Not that I know who 'they' are, but being Singaporean is all about the herd mentality. You just bleat mindless refrains and play Simple-Simon-Says. It's like a marathon for the brain, absolutely mind-boggling and exhausting. Digression aside, I had loads of fun this year, thanks everyone, you know who you are. Much love. And many thanks for all the well-wishes!

Oh, and my students were so sweet - they bought me a bouquet of pink roses. Ooh. I can hardly wait for Teacher's Day to roll round.

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

retransition.
change; great expectations.
Make no mistake, it's with an awakening sense of t...
a frightening/beautiful epiphany.
the drowning of the formless unspoken.
If the soul of my dead father
no rest for the wicked.
what ifs.
or a scent.
crooked x-ray.

previous rants

August 2004
September 2004
October 2004
November 2004
December 2004
January 2005
February 2005
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July 2005
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October 2005
November 2005
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July 2006
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November 2006
December 2006
January 2007
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December 2007
January 2008
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March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
August 2009
September 2009
October 2009
November 2009
December 2009
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.