Monday, August 18, 2008

strange days are upon us/me.

A case of having too many deja vus, the sense of doing something that I have already done before whilst asleep, while I lie sleeping, in dreams, you see. Of course, I might be wrong, and also, I might be right.

It just leaves me feeling decidedly queer, and a little despondent, for there will be no end to the number of signs I deign to see or claim to remember. I trust yet suspect my feelings, and then, there is nothing.

I was talking to M for a bit today, and there seems to be a certain energy going around, one that makes us woefully nostalgic, the anguished yearning for a time that once was ours but no longer. Still, I probably speak for myself when I say this, but since when have I ever not done so?

I have so much work to do, so many commitments that I don't have time for myself, no time to do the things I want to do, and the seams are coming apart from the accumulation of past imprints whose origins and nature I know not, only that they are there, waiting in line, looking over my shoulder.

And then, the insidious pressure from those silent walls, that hoard all speech and brook no (recorded) thought, such is the jealous blanket of gray heard through the clear glass of day.

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

as i see and not see, as i hear and not hear
5 min break.
rawr rawr rawr rawr rawr
just so to say.
because, (not allowed)
I have relocated to another table in the staffroom...
20/20 hindsight.
the first week of work
kitchen adventures
It's a strange thing to have all these expectation...

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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.