Thursday, August 16, 2007

rolling my eyes so fast it's all a blur; running; learning by unlearning.

Watching these intellectually stimulating videos, with chirpy communist music, is absolutely riveting. I can feel my brain cells increasing by the million per second. I can't think of anything else that I'll rather do. Except maybe to stuff Brussels Sprouts down my throat. Yes, they are evil incarnate, but this way, I can spend the rest of the week isolated in some dodgy hospital ward (Brussel-tities is highly contagious, symptoms include bushy green hair growth and thick webbing between the fingers) with rusted metal bars (that crumble at your touch) and jaded bedsheets (which have witnessed life and death through spilled blood) and stained pillows (of laughter and salty tears) for company, and happily programme these videos to be on eternal loop for my exclusive personal entertainment. On a big HD screen, of course. And sub-woofers. Popcorn, sweet and warm and chock-full of greasy butter. To experience.

Just the mere thought of it is giving me multiple orgasms. I've always liked fantasizing.

Okay. I need to stop indulging my penchant for procrastination (amongst many other wonderful vices, really). But the carousel of fairy-twinkly-lights of time refuses to stop for me. And then it's down the chimney snake of eights with a burning jolt of fire and ice, and, only when you least expect it, but that's also when you're unconsciously seeking that which shouldn't be.

And for now, the reason must remain a secret from myself to me, and therefore - imagined.

Sigh, for all my 24 years of accumulated wisdom (a sore point of contention with Dominic and Yang'en, I'm sure), I remain as childish as ever. You see, I'm painfully aware that: nobody can learn through unlearning - especially not when you don't even want to learn.

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

the unbearable lightness of being.
'and, so it is.'
again!
881; la mer; before saying; devastated.
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

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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.