Tuesday, March 11, 2008

that place one treads

i've been having nightmares of the future. the world's end. it's been going on for a few weeks now, so i can't blame it on the incessant headache i have at my right temple since the wisdom teeth extraction. the death of the world always changes though. it was rabid dogs last night, dogs which used to be human and they had flowing white silky hair. or fur. whichever. but the end is always cataclysmic in my dreams. but given our (or my) nature, how can it ever be anything otherwise?

on the playlist now, peter grimes:

let her who is without fault cast the first stone

and

old joe has gone fishing and
young joe has gone fishing and
you know has gone fishing
(something something) by the shore

i could never quite get the last line, but i can sing it to myself all day long.

and in passing, i can't believe it's already march.

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 insidious invisible influenced
restless and in pain = whinge post
the past week or so, of the ties that hold and bind
On another bimbotic but totally unrelated note. I ...
drowsing, and drowning in work, oh franck! you mak...
shipwrecked
the month of february
curling up
I can't believe it's possible to be nostalgic over...
I changed my mind! I don't want the 25th of Feb to...

previous rants

August 2004
September 2004
October 2004
November 2004
December 2004
January 2005
February 2005
March 2005
April 2005
May 2005
June 2005
July 2005
August 2005
September 2005
October 2005
November 2005
December 2005
January 2006
February 2006
March 2006
April 2006
May 2006
June 2006
July 2006
August 2006
September 2006
October 2006
November 2006
December 2006
January 2007
February 2007
April 2007
May 2007
June 2007
July 2007
August 2007
September 2007
October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
August 2009
September 2009
October 2009
November 2009
December 2009
November 2010
January 2011
February 2011
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.