Friday, December 28, 2007

and so it is

Egypt was a bit too long a holiday - not that I'm really complaining (perhaps I am), but spending Christmas Eve on the overnight train (14 hours) wasn't exactly my idea of fun. But it's far better than last year's, so.

I saw my first mirage at the desert, crossed it in a rollicking van which got hit by another vehicle, sat in a very unstable horse carriage which collided with some van (the poor horse keeled over and limped afterwards), accosted by scary shopkeepers, got cheated left right and centre, saw too many hieroglyphs and temples, semi-clubbed at Ministry of Sound/Red Sea, bitten by weird insects, and waded a little in the Red Sea. And no, it wasn't red, it was the most brilliant of blues.

Pictures will be up next time, or perhaps never, but does it really matter? I find myself in a bit of a queer mood, like I can't quite believe the things of the past present which took place, and future-present which are about to happen, and it's with a dusty wry smile, a twirl of a lonely hair lock when I ponder, the vicissitudes of life, and the usual swirl of burnt gray.

A new year, revolution beckons, alongside with fervent promises of positive change and incurable hope for the future. Thankful for what I have been given, a second chance of chances, in more ways than one, and many more profuse avowals are made, with the gravity that profound vertigo sometimes brings.

Here's wishing everyone Happy New Year, much love.

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

whirlwind; to capture
especially when it most counts
busy busy like a bee, ranting ranting like a flea
sigh
as one procrastinates with surrogate blinkers
but for a single drink of water which leaves you w...
dripping with irony, ineffectual
before during and after sunrise.
stealing a breath
Tod und Verklärung.

previous rants

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November 2010
January 2011
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August 2011
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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.