Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Reflections
1. Learned that the only way forward is to push
2. And that sometimes you have to stop thinking
3. Ran a 26km race and got fifth
4. Gained an abundance of pimples on my forehead
5. Discovered that there is an underlying, cynical truth to Freud's theories
6. Turned 18 but not into a woman
7. Lost nine of my toenails
8. Realised that I am inherently selfish
9. Realised that I am inherently spiteful
10. Lost self-confidence
11. Gained some weight
12. Found a competitor
13. Started writing prose again
14. Planned the development of my book (I promise it will be published soon)
15. Started a blog
16. Learned French
17. Went to Paris and London
18. Ran in Hyde Park and les Jardins de Tuilleries
19. Joined the gym
20. Gained an obsession over Rafael(s)
21. Started scrapbooking
22. Lost a connection with ( )
23. Stopped caring about ( )
24. Realised how much I miss the people in Saint George's and the familiarity with which I carried myself there.
25. Discovered that the human mind is the most damn fascinating thing in the universe.
26. Become periodically filled with unexplained anger
27. and am confused as to the lack of aetiology of my actions and thoughts
28. Gave up the chance of ( )
29. Started spending incessant amounts of money on unnecessary things
30. and an incessant amount of energy on futile thoughts
31. Learned that I never do what I need
32. and always do what I want
33. and the fact that I am perfectly aware of what I need to do
34. but I never do it.
35. And I bloody well learned that in actual fact,
36. I have learned nothing at all.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Fairground
Sit here on this carousel with me and watch the world go by. You can take the unicorn, if you like. Mine has a broken horn; and shredded wings. Torn from the back, like the way Satan's fingers dug into the recesses of my spine, between the shoulder blades. Scratching; clawing; gauging. Flesh from my back. Blood and death; like coffee. Switch the button on, let the carousel dance too, so now even we are moving against the world as it zooms past in the opposite direction.
You are only a figure, not a companion, as you sit there on your gleaming white unicorn. Feeling the wind beneath its fur and feathers, it is starting to become alive, a hoof poised, ready to take flight. And me, slumped back downwards, forwards, every which way like a pathetic rubber glove. Stretched and insipid. Fill me with water so I bloat and then burst me so I cry.
Look, look, I see you are going to fly. This carousel is spinning with me on it and goodbye, you're gone, you've left, but oh who will sit with me now -
Angry
So hanging here I become a scarecrow. Come peck my eyes. I will be your carrion, my meat your sustenance, my pulsing vein your gut. I am throbbing with the heat of anxiety, blistering and burnt in the scorching sun. Charred black. Everything is black. Heart, soul, and viscera.
I am a testament of a living failure that will soon be dead. Tomorrow you will awake and find that the scarecrow in your garden set fire to the flowers, and what is left is a barren field. Pick up a twig and smell the guilt. Feel the weight of the earth like heavy, cloying soil pressing down on you, the pressure of the entire ground suffocating your slowing chest: but soon it will all be over, when life ceases to make sense. Because now, everything is too clear, too painful, and so I must disappear to evade the pain; because I am a coward, not a fighter.
This scarecrow here is shedding a tear. A lone droplet that slides down splintered wood and rotting mildew, to the leg, no not blood trickling down no, never that, but a pure, clear bauble of sadness: crystallised; irrevocable.
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Saturday, December 20, 2008
Trapped
Friday, December 19, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
I suffocate.
A happy face is a clown mask with a fake smile pulled up to the ears. Stretched, like the twisting of skin. But beneath the mask everything is charred; black; burned ashes. What is this monster doing inside me? Disguised as a teddy bear but hiding the evil hands, the haunting voice, the figure with the knife.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
An Impossible Possibility
But now each time I look at you I can see again the unsure smile, the tentative questioning of what is going on in my head. Every time I see her a thought runs through my mind: of the warmth you feel when you put your arm around her waist, your eyes closed as you smell the shampoo in her hair, the quiet conversations you have with your gazes as you sit in silence in your car.
I wonder if I could ever be her. If we could have the same intimacy I longed for, once in the past. I don't wish for it any longer because I know what you are like now, but I can't help but wonder about the sweetness and goodness I saw; whether it could be prolonged and sustained; whether I could ever learn to give myself to you again.
I shut myself up when you are around because it's still painful sometimes to know we will never sit together and love each other and be one. I wonder what it'd be like to reach out and touch the dimple in your cheek, smooth the crease on your forehead when you are concentrating, close your light brown eyes shut with my fingers and feel your hands pressing my ribcage. I wonder what it would be like if we grew together as friends, and shared worries and hopes and fears straight and raw from the heart; not as we do now - exchanging strained and polite hellos and composed faces; and all I am thinking of when I see the back of your head on the stairs is "Are you wondering what my hair would feel like under your fingers? How my voice would sound like on the telephone? Whether I look beautiful when I sleep?"
I wish I could open your heart and read it like a book, ( ). I know you have a million things waiting to be said.
Friday, December 12, 2008
- until she is bent backwards like a nutshell cracked open, bones breaking with the burden of expectation. It is not worry about the colour of her dress or the ice cream stain on her cheek that plagues her, but of the remote possibility that in this crowd she has lost herself, her tiny footsteps becoming ever more silent as she ceases to be visible to passers-by. Always smiling, always pleasing; but if you only knew that each curtsy masked a dance of anger waiting to be performed, you would realise that behind the child's mask there is a monster who is feeding on obsessions and impossibilities. Behind this facade of laughter and complacency the little girl is dying. Watch the veins turn blue with cold as the blood ebbs away from the skin, backtracking right to her beating heart, as her fingers fold in on themselves and she is bent over like a boomerang. Watch the writing on her skin slowly disppear. Watch her head turn sideways until her profile is silhoutted against the glaring red skirt of a woman behind her, and then watch as she enfolds into a thin line.
Stop and look at the little girl lost in the crowd. Stop and look at me.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Run
sears through this
delicate arch;
not a sense of pain but
a source of satisfaction:
with each step,
a gentle press on
the blood that beats
through this sole soul,
as i tap out music:
with these feet that
are my wings.
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Wednesday, November 12, 2008
i stand defiant;
a tear-bead,
cradled in the curl of an eyelash.
no salt on my lips,
only the traces of
a grazing finger:
brushed so gently
against my cheek.
in the pouring sunlight,
it was the (brackets)
of loneliness,
that kept me from
melting; becoming an
incessant puddle,
that drips from your eye
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Monday, November 10, 2008
Ice
nails turn blue along the
rivers running between
pale sin that grows grey
as the hedges of burning
frost bloom;
bouquets of white crystal flowers
sparkling with the vengeance
of a deadened winter rose,
doomed to be forever enclosed
in this frozen case of
glass; that reflects the face
of the woman-child who
stares
back at me
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Saturday, November 8, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Poems
fell on me like
angel dust
and i was turning
so fast i
could not stop,
in this world of stars
where lovers orbit
the earth like moons
I was caught,
spinning my own circles,
feet tapping galaxies
and comets filling the sky.
I still do not know why
I had those dreams
(and still)
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i wish to part this crimson curtain
so heavy with the blood drip -
ping from the tapestry
and chords of string
pulling at my limbs so they
s t r e t c h
and i am spread across
the stage like a carpet of veins,
throbbing,
each pulse of life a shred of agony
paper skin so taut,
and finally tearing,
ripping,
giving way,
a (hole)
where a heart used to beat,
like a window
to a river of blue.
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did you see past the veils
of mist that i wove
around my face and hands
such delicate traceries
like spiderwebs,
those reveries i spin
everyday
in my head and on my heart
i etch your name
into a corner of the wall
amidst the shadowed shelves,
often forgotten,
but waiting to be read.
i am the midnight rose
that lies black on your breast
pressing close,
against your ragged brea –
ths / til’ i drink you in.
this deadened night,
i am the sweet cloying smell
of jasmine,
in the morning you will not find
me
wrapping my stem around you,
but the burn of rubber on tar.
leaves crackle underfoot,
a door is left ajar –
there is no gentleness in this endeavour,
not mine.
the world always flies by
toofastinablur
and even before the
dawn starts to slur
its way across the sky,
(i am already gone)
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Thursday, October 2, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
After a long time
Don't be so humble. You're not that great.
He was a wise man who invented God. -Plato
Plato is a bore. -Nietzsche
Cogito ergo spud. I think, therefore I yam. -Graffito
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Mon anniversaire!
But really, does it make a difference? I am the same person. And the whole concept of birthdays is rather.. overrated, no? Why can't the day I became a life be counted as more important? Birthdays are just.. when someone comes into the world, but we're kicking and breathing long before that.
Anyway enough of my jargon
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU TO EVERYONE FOR TODAY <3 ME LOVE. A LOT. You guys mean so much to me and I'd be empty and alone and horrible without all of you.
Your presence, hugs, gifts and cards were absolutely lovely.
P.S.: To anyone who's thinking of watching Zohan, don't.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Conversations
As I rush at you, imposing:
Yet you gaze at me, imploring,
Your big, bright round eyes
So innocent and clear.
So untouched by the solemnity
That resides in the adult heart.
You are blessed because of your innocence,
Once you know what it is like to be human,
The more questions bring the more ignorance.
Child, in your heart,
You possess a form of transcendence
That I have lost in adulthood
And I continue to flounder,
Not knowing what is right or wrong.
Connections; severed.
Reverence, broken.
Am I coming to a sharp turn in the bend
Or a dead end?
Perhaps in the clarity of your eyes,
So sure of the security of your safe world,
I will find the answer.
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Feet blur on gravel. I know the sounds of each house, the sight of each old man pruning the grass. I recognise the same song being played on the piano, it does not do Beethoven justice. I smell fat frying in a pan, the sizzle of flames. Why do I turn corners so fast? Where is all this anger coming from? Why is it every time I open my mouth what comes out is a scream? How do I articulate this perpetual feeling that burns searingly in my head?
8 minute mark. I turn the same corner. I see the same fence, the same coloured gate. In a world of such familiar things, where is the Thing that should be most familiar? I have lost It. I used to see it in flowers, in the salmon pink of sunset, as I lowered my head in prayer. Now I walk with my head held high, and when it touches the ground it is the world I am thinking of.
Wind flies through my hair. Is this is a sin? Can I tell you all my hopes and fears? Will you answer me? Please answer me. I feel so scared. Hold my heart in Your hand. I am forever Yours.
Sunday
2. This week's mileage was 53km which is ... sufficiently okay but it was spread out over one whole week. People run that in a span of a day. Makes me feel so damn inadequate.
3. __________ at _________ and _________
4. Need to do work :(
5. Not doing work :( :(
6. I love Life Breath by Prana.. Been listening to it over and over again. Right after I wake up and right before I go to bed.
7. Un tatou: An armadillo.
8. Yesterday forgot to mention that I received an extremely lovely birthday card from Amy Lee the wonderful devilish jewellery-making sexy missus. LOL thank you darling.
9. Review Exercise 30 yet to be done.
10. EE yet to be polished. Right now it's just fking drivel.
11. Bio yet to be read (PCR etc.)
12. Chem yet to be understood (chemical, acid-base and redox equilibria)
13. French vocabulary yet to be memorised
14. Psychology yet to be revised.
15. US Open starting tomorrow. Nadal-crazed nights recommence.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Saturday
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Special Birthday Post
Love,
The damn cutest person in the world
Sunday Morning
Anyway
Yesterday was Saturday
So in the morning, my usual 15km.
Then bla bla bla until around 5.45 p.m.
Got ready for Disted prom thingamijica
Proms are really not my kind of thing
And I feel really guilty because
( )
But anyway
Here are some pics:
Yea....
I don't really know what else to say about it except that the MC was freaking smokinnnnnn'. But his jokes were super lame. LA. LA. LA.
NADAL IS PLAYING AT 3.30 P.M. (SCHEDULED TIME BUT MAY BE LATER). I can't wait. He's going to play Gonzalez who actually cheated during the semi-finals cos' the ball hit his racquet and went out but the umpire didn't see it and thought Blake had hit it out. Blake was furious. If Gonzalez does that to Nadal I swear I'll kill him. Nadal was like so sweet during the semi-finals: the ball hit the side of his racquet and it was a mishit cos' it went really high and no one thought it would land in so Djokovic was already walking to the other side of the court and suddenly the ball landed in the court... And Nadal apologised profusely. See he's such a gentleman. He cried when they interviewed him!!!!!!!
Here's what he's been up to off court:
So freaking adorable right??
Anyway I stink like... I really stink, period. So I'm going to go shower then get ready for RPM :D
See you laterrrrrr!
P.S: cofffeeeee
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Athletics start tomorrow.
Can't wait till Sarah B gets here. POWER STRETCH WOMAN! Damn funny la. "I want to go for Freestyler!" "It's a spinning class." "Oh. Let's go for Power Stretch!"
Haze today was really bad, couldn't even see the hills.
Mum said she bought me a scrapbook album, some papers and accessories, so can't wait till she gets back on Sunday.
I only slept for 5 hours :(
and I need to do more work but I really don't know what else there is left to do.
Reading a book called The Truth about Sparrows. So far, it is really similar to the Grapes of Wrath except that's it written from a 12 year old girl's point of view. Damn boring lah.
Meow meow kitty kitty meow meow
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Tuesday
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Saturday was:
6.50 a.m.: Botanical Gardens. 16km. Niresh and a book. (Utterly ignored due to concentration on run.) Femur twinge.
9.00 a.m: Shower. Starbucks. Niresh and coffee. Lots of words. Both spoken and read (To Kill a Mockingbird.) Thoroughly entertaining conversation. Tons of information gleaned.
12.00 p.m.: Home. Lunch.
1.30 p.m.: Smidapaper. Scrap. Relax.
4.30 p.m.: Photo frame shopping with Sammie.
7.00 p.m.: Home. Dinner.
9.08 p.m.: Currently here.
Overall, satisfying day.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Thursday
P.S: Niresh, you'd better not disagree with this :P
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Quotes.
Neils Bohr, 1885-1962 to Albert Einstein
"We are never more true to ourselves than when we are inconsistent."
Oscar Wilde, 1854 - 1900
"Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world."
Arthur Schopenhauer, 1788 - 1860
And my personal favourite:
"The greatest thing a human soul ever does is to see something, and to tell what it saw in a plain way.. To see clearly is poetry, prophecy and religion - all in one."
John Ruskin, 1819 - 1900
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
A Question
Monday, August 4, 2008
Fact.
Everything that has gentleness in it is beautified, and whatever lacks it is spoiled.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
to write,
nor the poet
to rhyme.
the dancer must dance
of her own free will;
liberated,
rather than restricted.
the singer must sing
with her heart,
and the painter has to paint
not darkness but colour;
not blackness but light.
the musician should not be bound
by the notes of his melody,
nor the sculpturer
by his lifeless statue.
the observer must look
beyond the mere art,
to even get a glimpse
of the hidden meaning,
for does the lover not
love from within?
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as she dances,
she becomes more than a dancer.
she becomes a curve
of perfection,
supple limbs, and
outstretched hands -
embracing the sky.
her body is a work of art,
a beautiful machine
set in motion,
her movement a rhythm,
her footsteps a melody.
a tendril of hair
escapes behind her ear.
her eyes closed,
a testament of rapture.
her hip so gracefully swung
to the underlying tune
of her heart's song.
i watch her,
and i can only dream,
of ever being a dancer,
myself.
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First one I got the first few lines in my head while I was running this morning, I started while it was really dark and I ran and rose with the sun, but I couldn't bloody see the sky burst into flame and colour because of the damned haze, so that sucked.
Then I came back and wrote the next one while I was watching the Nadal-Djokovic match which MY MAN played rather horribly (1-6, 5-7). I guess he had a lot of pressure on him since he's now number one.
(Priya thank you for the poster!!! *kisses you and it* and for everything else!)
..and guys (Jing Min, Su, Jas, Priya) - thank you for the jelly cake.. I'm happy I ate it! It's A STEP. *cheers* and I did it for you and for me too! And I was very happy. Yay! I'm glad I feel good about it. I know I'm a weird ass freako but.. any confrontation with BREAKING A RULE is met with guilt and self-condemnation.. But I felt really good about what I did, and I'm really touched you guys thought of me quite so much. (Please expect a hand-made card each quite soon :P )
As for rest of weekend, well..
Saw Prof. Amir about my bones which are marginally worse than a post-menopausal woman's. Heh. So now they want to pump me with oestrogen. No way am I going to be bloody pumped with oestrogen! Did you know that there was this dude who started growing tits and they did some research and realised that it was because he'd been eating a lot of chicken neck (they inject oestrogen into chicken neck). And I don't want my tits to grow any larger, thank you very much.
Today is a bloody lazy day. Danny planned for me, him and his gf (who is taller than his short ass btw) to go play badminton but he being a lazy bum decided not to go. He also said that The Mummy is "no sucking good shit" which I did not comprehend and thus did not bother to reply.
Currently reading: Khaled Hosseini - A Thousand Splendid Suns
Je m'ennuie. Ugh.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Hi again
Anyway, just finished making a card for Priya and I must say it looks freaking awesome. Felt kinda sad when I was making it though. Based on what I wrote. Sad in a good way. Sadness is good sometimes. But not all the time. Which is kinda how I feel.
NADAL is playing in Cincinnati and his match is around 7.00p.m. their time so that will be 7.00 a.m. tomorrow morning. He's coming in November by the way, and Sarah B is coming along with me. I can't bloody wait. If it clashes with the stupid London/Paris holiday which I DON'T BLOODY WANT TO GO ON (Stupid parents) I am going to murder. M-U-R-D-E-R. (Yeah I can spell it.) So I shall be a little (maybe not so) tudung-ed girl screaming like a fucking maniac in the crowd. I want to get the absolute best seats. I'll sit on the Agong if I have to. No wait I won't. I'll squish him. He is a tiny man.
So right now with lack of better things to do I have decided to post nonsensical blah blah.
Question of the day (to Sarah B): Do you like humping?
In my sheep world, Sarah B will be a tiger (she first wanted to be a cow but I think a happy tiger would suit her better). She will be of the breed Slow moving. And she will not eat me, and we shall be best friends, and it will be good. We shall frolic in the green grass of New Zealand. I can wear a cute little sheep-y tudung.
So Sarah B can teach me how to make kitty sounds: the purr, the roar, the meow, and the mrrrrrrrrrrraaaawww. I shall teach her prancing, and motionless activity while attempting to look like a cloud (the art of multi-tasking). And it shall be good.
Update.
She sounds so God damn constipated
Thought of the day #2: I have a new obsession (and it involves another muscular man). Lmao. DUDEEEEEEEEEEEEEE if you claim to have seen a work of art, trust me, everything will pale in comparison to him.
Thought of the day #3: I still can't bloody stop eating and it's pissing me off. Why can't I just stop when I'm full? Noo, brain decides to malfunction. Ugh. Massive.
Thought of the day #4: I really need to get some work done.
Thought of the day #5: I love Sarah B.
Thought of the day #6: Muscular man recurs.
Thought of the day #7: I am rather enjoying this new gym membership I have taken up instead of Capoeira. My parents (especially mother) is not happy because you know la she is a mad woman and gets all worried when I exercise. But muscular man has something to do with my enjoyment.
Thought of the day #8: IL EST TRES BEAU!!!
Thought of the day #9: I shall stop thinking otherwise I might blow up.
Thought of the day #10: Hi God.
Thought of the day #11: It's me Sarah.
Thought of the day #12: =/
Thought of the day #13: I am a very naughty girl :(
Monday, July 28, 2008
Holy Mama!!
So that's
- 30 titles
- 12 Masters Shields (one more than Pete Sampras)
- 7 titles this year (leads the ATP)
- 5 consecutive titles
- a major title on three different surfaces this year
UH HUH UH HUH UH HUH!!
(Stayed up till 3.45 this morning to finish watching it. Well worth it. He looked so freaking happpyyyyyyy)
And I can't bloody stop eating for some reason -_________________-
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Friday, July 18, 2008
Horrible
I feel so angry with myself
And every time I pray and swear not to do it again,
I always do.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Note:
For the heck of it
1. Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.
2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.
3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.
4. No tags back!!
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1. I take my coffee super strong and super black with no sugar or milk and I always ask the Starbucks person to add an extra shot.
2. I wake up at 6.00 a.m. everyday regardless of whether it is holidays, weekends or normal school days.
3. I want to run a half marathon before I turn 18 but time is running out so I don't think that's possible.
4. I am very obsessed with things I am obsessed about.
5. I am rude to my parents and I feel very guilty but I can't help it.
6. I have gotten first in my year ever since I was... 7. But now, some stupid idiot's changing all that (Grrrr!)
7. I HATE playing team sports. HATE IT.
8. I am in love with Rafael Nadal because he is perfect (modest, kind, funny, does not drink, etc, etc.)
9. My favourite number is 7.
10. For some reason I am skeptical about the real existence of emotions and I feel that they are just figments of our imagination which our mind convinces us we are feeling.
11. I eat a lot of fibre.
12. I enjoy making things with my hands such as cards and scrapbooks and artsy-schmartsy stuff.
13. I don't believe that Friday the 13th is a bad day. It's just another Friday which will be followed by Saturday. (Right.)
14. I think about ( ) a lot. And don't just assume it's a person.
15. I am losing control
HAR DE HAR. So there.. I've wasted approximately 9 minutes of my time which should have been better spent expanding my pathetic notes :
Polymerase Chain Reaction (PCR)
· Used in molecular biology
· DNA polymerase is used to amplify a piece of DNA by in vitro enzymatic replication
· The generated DNA is itself used as a template for replication
· Starts a chain reaction in which the DNA template is exponentially replicated
· Employ a heat-stable DNA polymerase, such as Taq polymerase, an enzyme originally isolated from the bacterium Thermus aquaticus.
· DNA polymerase enzymatically assembles DNA strands from nucleotides using single-stranded DNA as templates and DNA oligonucleotides (or DNA primers) needed for initiation.
· Thermal cycling is used (alternately heating and cooling) to a defined series of temperature steps.
· DNA melting: Physically separating the strands at high temperatures in a DNA double helix
· This is used as template in DNA synthesis at lower temperatures by DNA polymerase to selectively amplify target DNA.
· The selectivity results from the primers complementary to target DNA regions
Gel Electrophoresis
· Technique used for the separation of DNA, RNA and proteins by applying an electric current across a gel matrix.
· May be used as a preparatory process preceding PCR
· "Electrophoresis" refers to the electromotive force (EMF) that is used to move the molecules through the gel matrix. By placing the molecules in wells in the gel and applying an electric current, the molecules will move through the matrix at different rates, usually determined by mass, toward the positive anode if negatively charged or toward the negative cathode if positively charged
....Of which I will now continue...
À bientôt!
Oh ya before I forget:
I tag:
Liani
Qistina
Atiqah
Yasmin
Han Lyn
Gaik Lyn
Kylie
E-Quine
Jiun Mei
Amy
..What an odd assortment
Monday, July 14, 2008
Monday afternoon
Slept at 2 something a.m. (no idea why)
I am progressively arrested at Exercise 24C.2 (Derivatives of Circular Functions and Related Rates) because I suddenly felt like blogging which is (b) a very bad thing.
I seriously have no idea what is happening to me - I honestly feel like I am losing control over the things I used to be able to control. From being unmovable and implacable I have been reduced to an emotional, pathetic sop. It has become apparent to me that beneath my robotic facade, this girl has feelings too. Wouldn't it be better just to not have feelings? It would make everything so much easier because 90% of the time, feelings are constituted of sadness and anger and hurt and disappointment. And even when the nice ones come it's not enough, never enough to undo all of the past that remains on the fringes to haunt. Tiring, no. Not a question, but a statement. I am a living testament of a burned out, over worked obsesser who pushes too hard and expects too much of herself and others. I know this and yet I am powerless to change. I want to dig a little hole and curl up and sleep for a long, long time (I will run in my dreams, and it will be good). Right now I don't want any colour and I want everything in black and white and shadows. I've discovered parts of myself I can't begin to comprehend what more appreciate and it is unsettling to mind and heart. I've discovered parts of others I can't begin to comprehend what more appreciate and I feel angry. Anger is a Gift.
Body clockwork ticking out of tune. Minutes fly by and then the seconds come slowly. Do you realise that there is no present because when I speak of present it has already become past. There is no way of pinpointing a definite now, a definite I-know-I-am-here-at-this-precise-moment because the instant you think that thought it's gone.
Self-deprecation is (c) a very good thing. Thus far I have managed to displace all my frustration and rage onto two of my toenails which are no longer toenails but messed up pieces of flesh and skin and cuticle.
I want to write like I used to write when all I did was muse and the words flew out like butterflies and I caught them with my piece of string. But now all the butterflies are dead and I think I've torn their wings.
I am a ghost with a skull that has empty sockets for eyes and I am a corpse that remains to haunt no one but myself and I am afraid of only myself and God's anger because I am a sinner
[shuts the door and
you shall hear no more]
This is a very disturbing post