Monday, September 01, 2008

before september slavery kicks in; batti, batti.

Against my better judgment (one of those rare times, anyway), I've caved in and bought Laclos' Les Liaisons dangereuses. This is one book which I've always wanted to buy. Have started reading it and now, I find it exceedingly difficult to put the book down. And there are so many other important matters at hand to attend to..! Not to mention the tons of other books (for work and for leisure) that I have yet to even begin. Bad move, bad girl.

So far, it has been a most excellent read. It's in epistolary form, which indulges the unrepentant voyeur in me, so that's good. But it's leaving such a bad taste in my mouth, I am upset, but only because one identifies and recognises familiar characters of the past (amongst other themes). And one sees the characters heading for that doomed trajectory of events which you know all too well; the outcome, inevitable.

It will probably be an old-new epiphany for me when I get to the end of the book, coupled with recent happenings around me. I am somewhat crestfallen, yet there are these pixels of hope which glow even stronger within, and the fervent/desperate want for things to be different, for things to turn out right, for us all to be deliriously happy.

Surprisingly enough, or not, it's really very simple. But far from easy. It's such a ridiculous understatement, but all invisible forms of censorship decree it to be so. On this blog, anyway.

The old friends of mine will be happy to know that I'm learning to speak up and not sequester all that I feel beneath still waters, or behind a smile. But even as I type this, I am forlorn, for I know that I'll be proven right anyway, in that I am always in the wrong.

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

while i lie sick in bed, as gloomy as one can be
strange days are upon us/me.
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

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chasing snowy cars
cheeky lynn
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cyclist-mad bass
darling dominic
feisty jing
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m y s t j
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sibling angst2
spector dan
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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
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past imprints
some stamps
montage of images
other memories

mulling over

And there were phlegmatic souls.