Tuesday, November 17, 2009
another end of the world
where a dear friend passed away, people fell through the cracks to the abyss below of cold green. I grabbed my tsumori chisato dress, verdi and mozart scores, kitkat and dumped it all into my bag which once belonged to Mary Poppins. The buses were filled with people who behaved like automatons even in the time of crisis, and there weren't any animals around for some reason. I remember thinking that in my dream, and wondering why I would think this is Noah's Ark.
Thinking of next year's duties overwhelm, so much so that old habits return marching with a cry that says I told you so.
she procrastinated @ 13:50 |
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
the beginnings of post-mortem
So college is winding down, somewhat, this is the first free Tuesday I've had in this entire year (excluding MCs). It feels good to go home in the afternoon, like the rest of my colleagues, not having to stay behind and watch everyone leave before me.False lull, for this is the only week of rest I'm getting before it all starts up again. There's the performances in Dec, the arduous planning of happy events, three mountains of extra work for the next academic year, which promises to be.. extremely challenging and academically vigorous.
I've been having the most vivid of dreams in saturated yellows, with the oddest hue of wintry gray. Sometimes I wake up, and I'm not sure of person, time and place, yet I've never been more sure in my life.
A conversation with Y made me realise that I no longer know what I want to do. Once, the naive thought, that as long as it's music related, I'll be happy. Not that I'm unhappy, but I'm not happy doing what I do. It's funny how I used to be so very certain from the tender age of 6, only to realise belatedly that not only am I terribly unsuited for my profession, that maybe, music had never been mine.
I still have about 4 years to think about options, or the lack thereof. Hopefully I'll arrive at something without having to resort to deductive processes, but who knows, maybe I never will. The older you get, the more you have to lose, the more fearful you become of taking risks, and there you have it! The final petrification, say hello to the typical Singaporean. she procrastinated @ 15:16 |
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Upset
And sick with worry, and tired of my dysfunctional role as confidante, but it can never be relinquished, for fears that are all too real. she procrastinated @ 23:44 |
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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