Wednesday, March 25, 2009

occupational hazard.

Always, the tightness in the chest, the sensation of the heart all choked up with the memory of tears once shed.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

like that.

Like the sprinkling of snow, and then, the sheets of ice on charcoal pavement, pavement that have felt the footsteps of many passing and going, where those who should stay, didn't, and those who didn't have to, never did.

Who belongs, but you, and me, and the other green bottles.

The piano is of no solace as the turn of my mind is not inclined towards creating the phantasmagorical, not now. And because of it, I am becoming in my undoing, to steal a few decontextualised words that had once rocked my soul and no longer.

The last two stanzas from Mein Kind, wir waren Kinder, Heine's Homecoming (1823-24):

Wie Lieb' und Treu' und Glauben
Verschwunden aus der Welt,
Und wie so teuer der Kaffee,
Und wie so rar das Geld!

How love and faith and honor
Had disappeared from the earth,
How the price of coffee had risen,
And how little a mark was worth.

Vorbei sind die Kinderspiele,
Und alles rollt vorbei--
Das Geld und die Welt und die Zeiten
Und Glauben und Lieb' und Treu'.

Gone are the childish pretendings,
And everything else rolls past,
Money and world and eras,
And faith and love and trust.

Heine does it best, and of course, always, and only, 'for now'.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Ein muss sein!

You do, don't you?

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

the sigh of the earth

weary, all around

to be baptised repeatedly by the rays of our suns (and moons), we need

i think i understand again.

Sunday, March 08, 2009

=_=

the face, i wear, upon receiving some unwelcome news.

BAH!

Saturday, March 07, 2009

Presenting: the Sublime.

How are you doing?

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

at these times, i remember

all the dreams i once had, and that they are left unfulfilled.

sleepy and tired, i should think more, i think

There are now two iPhones in the house. Both black, one with fancy widgets and one without. Guess whose phone doesn't have the applications... and Why Not...

It is almost the end of one term, and I have an additional 2 kg on my frame and some wrinkles to show for it. Oh, and much less hair. I am shedding hair like cat going Poof when I scoop her up and sing Verdi to her. This, I attribute solely to work woes.

Now for some happy news, or rather, things that make me happy - I picked up Harold Pinter's The Homecoming and John Gay's The Beggar's Opera and finished it over the weekend. No work-related reading done over Saturday and Sunday (also because most of it was spent fast asleep). Yeay for me!

I'm not sure how many drop by here, but for those who do, I'm sorry for not being in touch. Schiava, I am, to the institution, but it's not all that bad (wellll...), and yes, to start saying that, is a step forward? For now?

These days, my students don't have it too good, and I am sad. I hope they will feel better soon.

Oh and Abby - Happy Birthday!

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.