Friday, July 20, 2007 My sister and I cooked supper earlier (noodles and scrambled egg), and I believe it's the first time we've done this - together - since Christmas 2005. We're now heavily sated (and sedated) after food and a few paragraphs of Harry Potter. While I'm not sorry for being indulgent, please pardon the recent spate of verbal diarrhoea. Events are moving towards one named climax out of many passed and many more to come. I am freaking out from being freaked out. Tomorrow marks the last day of my teaching stint at the college. Well, last official day, since I couldn't finish teaching the syllabus today. I will have to return. As always, an ending is always paired with a beginning, but I can't tell head from tail. That used to worry me, and I don't know why? I remember the crippling agony I felt a few months ago, from not being able to name or separate, but the reason eludes me now. To think I thought I knew it all, and to think that I had never once known at all. Yibin told me today, that physical size and pianistic technique aside, I haven't changed much since I was 17. Something along those lines, and I threw him an old smile from my usual position at the piano. A smile that's tempered with fleeting visages of an epoch, whose value we could have never understood back then. Present moments are only deemed precious in retrospect. And the price to pay for belated elucidation, is the knowledge of irrevocable loss. Ah, I don't think I've ever once been teachable after all. she procrastinated @ 01:55 | |
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 i... i... just felt like posting this up previous rants August 2004 treatises on life arty jen frivolous pursuits for shallow ppl mulling over "One is wicked, because one see things clearly." - Beaumarchais's Le nozze di Figaro.And there were phlegmatic souls.
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