Monday, August 31, 2009

in the momentary throes of wicked nostalgia (because one can't stir things back)

When seen retrospectively, life always makes such harrowing dramatic sense. Will I change what I've done, or will I not, these questions are moot but they haunt, and there can be no answers, for nothing will alter those days of which choices are made, doors are closed, cutting off of limbs,

and today, I find myself a poorer person, laden with burdens of the past, of my own making, my favourite catch-phrase. From this, I know that if I could, I would do everything differently, everything. I would have taken up offers which I have inadvertently rejected, rejected those that were proffered, spun myself around the trees of bauble and light,

and it goes on, such is the twisted fantasy of mine, that I can right everything that has gone wrong, just by writing it in my mind, where I am the director, producer and scriptwriter.

In my play, there will be no endings, save for the right ones, and many, many beginnings that should never see the end in sight.

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

action, reaction.
Let's see if this works
a knotted spiel
More holidays, please, more holidays
in between, twixt.
sneezing powder
quickly
oh.
this is for you
coming to terms; new beginnings.

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
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June 2006
July 2006
August 2006
September 2006
October 2006
November 2006
December 2006
January 2007
February 2007
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August 2007
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November 2007
December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
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May 2008
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August 2008
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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.