Friday, August 10, 2007

881; la mer; before saying; devastated.

  • Roystan Tan's 881 left me in histronics and tears. Almost caterwauling, but not quite. Do you know that Hokkien songs are actually slit-wrist-inducing? Very melo and emo. Although there's no other piece like Mozart's Requiem (when performed right, of course) - everytime I hear that, I'm tempted to kill myself right there and then, and beg God for forgiveness simultaneously. Only Mozart.

  • It's the same brilliant white in my eyes, snow-reflected sunlight, and today, against its step-brother of murky green. Smiles that were, and are, drenched in the joy derived from edging into the wind and crested waves. For a moment, for the moment..! There was only the sound of the salt spray, and the warm benediction of the sun's rays. It was as if nothing mattered, and nothing matters, but I know better now.

  • Vivian is leaving for Shanghai tomorrow. Aseated at our usual spot, it seems unbelievable that she's not going to be here tomorrow, but some place else, some place far away. There is the familiar constricting of throat and chest, caused by the awkward leap of the heart upwards, at the tiresome old-new realization - not all paths are congruent. But we try. Babe, you will be sorely missed.

  • I didn't even know everything had been obliterated, annihilated, murdered, and I can't even mourn because there wasn't a funeral held. So quietly and boldly. It's the paradox of all paradoxes, and I'm overcome by shrieks of hysterical laughter at the things that I cannot say or do. Unremembered loss, unremembered loss! Or better still, undying memory, undying memory!

    It never happened, I had never once lived. Yet I find to my utmost chagrin and horror, that I had also never once perished.

    I am so frustrated and tired

    • she procrastinated @ 20:24 |

    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

    all of my own making.
    drunken sailors blind sailing
    the mysterious hand who deals the dice of indeterm...
    A pair of chopsticks, with dancing flames for crow...
    elegy; pavane.
    at the first; facebook is addictive
    To capture, and set free, to be captured, and neve...
    i tried, but they won't open (or close)
    biting down hard.
    two out of many.

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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
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    lipgloss queen
    little cheryl
    live n learn, baby
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    phringe
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    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

    "One is wicked, because one see things clearly." - Beaumarchais's Le nozze di Figaro.

    And there were phlegmatic souls.