Monday, February 25, 2008

On another bimbotic but totally unrelated note. I need to lose weight. Hopefully extraction of teeth will do the trick. Woop.

Friday, February 22, 2008

drowsing, and drowning in work, oh franck! you make my soul weep

petals, unfurled

revealing

there are only open secrets, i suppose

on a bimbotic note, i fell down the stairs today and broke part of my toenail. and it was such an arduous effort on my part to grow out my toenails (i usually like them short and stubby, for the convenience, it's one of my protracted boy moments). there goes my plan for a french pedicure. i knew such things, girly or otherwise, were never meant for me.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

shipwrecked

My wisdom tooth is growing out, but in the wrong angle, and it's remarkably painful. Like, there's this searing pain at the secret swollen corner of my mouth, coupled with a huge-ass ulcer and it makes me want to dig the entire thing out with a scalpel or something that will result in less pain and lots of deep red viscous blood for my effort. Visible and instant gratification, don't you know?

Some things, you just know. And when you know you have lost something for all time, which is intricately and inextricably tied to your own notion of self-worth, you start to question in a manner that does not want nor care for the truth, masking a selfish and childish request to return to the golden times, for it to breathe life again, as it once did, and so beautifully.

But as you have told me, it cannot be this way, nor that way. And I listen, I heed, I abide, out of much love, and as such, in time, I promise that it, or the grand sum of ways, will no longer be mine.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

the month of february

so it's at times like these

when the line between self love, self preservation and selflessness (if there is such a word) is nowhere to be found

that one relearns the meaning of strength

and the cost of silence/speech

which, in its proper untainted context,

isn't too high a price to pay

Monday, February 11, 2008

curling up

let me be, let me furiously sleep, and slip away into

wake me up when September it/NIE/practicum ends.

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.