Sunday, August 16, 2009

a knotted spiel

It's the middle of August, where does the time go?

I have a growing list of things-to-do, and none of them have been crossed out. Like, getting a driving instructor who will pick me up from the college and take me to the driving routes (yes I know I'm asking quite a far bit but I'm willing to pay), seeing a physiotherapist for my wrist (aha, this one will have a checkmark next to it soon), squeezing in a run twice a week (might never happen), reading Berlioz's Treatise on Orchestration (collecting dust in the room), stacks of opera DVDs untouched and unopened, piling books to read which are sitting pretty on the shelf, and of course, practising the piano which I have not done apart from the odd snippets of time I can catch (like, once a month) and my wrist hurts, and I stop.

It's very sobering to slowly lose an intrinsic part of yourself. See, I always thought that even if I'm shit at everything else I can do, I can at least play the piano - not well, but not too badly either. But that is taken away from me, from an injury sustained from overuse of the mouse due to work, and it's not worth it, not worth it at all.

The two Ys in college are right - I have to do something, hence, the physiotherapist I will be going to see on Friday. Even so, I know, I know that it's never going to be the same again. I can but try, you know?

Right now, I feel like I'm worth nothing, that's how closely tied the sense of self-worth and the ego is with the only skill I have ever had. A self-professed musician who can't even play. An oxymoron, don't you think?

Still, there are other things to look forward to. Or so I try to tell myself. And it gets better, for I am learning once again that some things can't be revived nor restored.

Starting afresh is not easy, one of the most difficult things in the world, it's the risk of abject failure that one courts, but since when has life been any different?

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

More holidays, please, more holidays
in between, twixt.
sneezing powder
quickly
oh.
this is for you
coming to terms; new beginnings.
about work, of course.
aleatory beckons.
and more milestones.

previous rants

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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.