Wednesday, October 03, 2007

hide and seek.

Quite a bit has happened. There's nothing on the surface to show for it, but intangibles do count for something, yes? Even if they can't really be measured or quantified by conventional means.

I was really mad on Monday over an incident that took place in college. Like, raging mad, furious, infuriated, spitting nails and what not. I won't go into details, just to say that I hate it when people are obviously bootlicking or trying to make socio-political-aesthetic connections out of something that has no substance. (At least, Adorno was half-justified in doing so.) I don't suffer fools gladly, and I'm not sorry for being intolerant on this issue.

Music has recuperative and restorative powers, but one man's meat is another man's poison. Or in this instance, my habit of imposing retrospective readings on the present, has sullied everything that I listen to. Some pieces, I can never bear to listen to again. Not for the time being, at least.

I was travelling down the ECP today with D, it's a route I've not been on for quite some time, and I'm glad. Not so much of old memories giving way to the new, but an accumulation, putting them side-by-side in my mental photo album. And the next time I fly down that expressway, amidst all the cold pretty citylights and lonely towering scaffolds and ghost voices and raw tender fingertips, I will also have a treasure trove of brillant moments to draw upon - that of the pleasure of shared camaraderie, and the warmness of heart within.

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

chilli is one of them.
the dirty o and g words
shield my eyes from sorrow
autonomy debunked.
sleepy
Come, shield my eyes, and deck me from head-to-toe...
hollow words, i hope not
little skeletons that dance in the closet.
the priestess.
capriciously testing the limits.

previous rants

August 2004
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November 2010
January 2011
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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.