Friday, December 28, 2007

and so it is

Egypt was a bit too long a holiday - not that I'm really complaining (perhaps I am), but spending Christmas Eve on the overnight train (14 hours) wasn't exactly my idea of fun. But it's far better than last year's, so.

I saw my first mirage at the desert, crossed it in a rollicking van which got hit by another vehicle, sat in a very unstable horse carriage which collided with some van (the poor horse keeled over and limped afterwards), accosted by scary shopkeepers, got cheated left right and centre, saw too many hieroglyphs and temples, semi-clubbed at Ministry of Sound/Red Sea, bitten by weird insects, and waded a little in the Red Sea. And no, it wasn't red, it was the most brilliant of blues.

Pictures will be up next time, or perhaps never, but does it really matter? I find myself in a bit of a queer mood, like I can't quite believe the things of the past present which took place, and future-present which are about to happen, and it's with a dusty wry smile, a twirl of a lonely hair lock when I ponder, the vicissitudes of life, and the usual swirl of burnt gray.

A new year, revolution beckons, alongside with fervent promises of positive change and incurable hope for the future. Thankful for what I have been given, a second chance of chances, in more ways than one, and many more profuse avowals are made, with the gravity that profound vertigo sometimes brings.

Here's wishing everyone Happy New Year, much love.

Friday, December 14, 2007

whirlwind; to capture

I'm still alive, if not a little battered and bruised, although it's nothing really big - handed up all my disgusting coursework, and promptly left for Thailand with Tian. Just came back from the trip, where I somehow developed a case of major ulcers (mouth ulcers, which entailed a number of trips to the hospital in Khao Lak), a sprained wrist, a broken phone, the curve of a shooting star, coming together of fates, amongst others. Eventful barely begins to describe it, and there is so much that I cannot tell you, for I know not how to express it. At least I know that Tian had experienced it together with me, and in that, I know I'm not alone in this.

And can I just say how sweet Tian is! She massaged my sprained wrist for me everyday and it's as good as new. :) I feel a bit bad - we went there to look after kids, but she ended up taking care of me. Dek dek, indeed. Thanks babe, much love.

Back to the story - we had a very very good time, the wind knotting secrets into our hair while hurtling down the road on motorbikes, invigorating massages, and the kids! The sweetest brood imaginable, and they love without reserve. Unconditional, something which I think most of us have forgotten. Such innocence, such sweet innocence, and you wonder if they too, will one day travel down the winding roads of the morally corrupt.

I am off to Egypt for two weeks with the Father, so I will be MIA again. Father-Daughter bonding time. Looking forward to seeing pretty mummies, slabs of gold, sleeping sphinxs, and warm camel-spit. And I think I'll be on the Nile River or something like that. Pyramids! Ah, such is life. Sweet.

Though I wish dislocation wouldn't be so painful, but at times like these, you take heart in knowing that it is directly proportional to intangibles, and re-affirming. Debilitating habits aside, it's only temporary. So!

Before I go, I've sent this out to you guys, but could you do this survey anyway? Just take a few minutes to complete it, I promise it won't take too much of your time. Will blog more about it when I'm back.

To live vicariously through you, I shall

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

Old wounds hurt most, I learned this today, becaus...
She speaks, repeating the old litanies, of worn ac...
time skips
and it all comes together!
beethoven's symphony no.7 2nd mvt
again,
towards that something
In the alley of shadows and death
Masking Tape
another end of the world

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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.