Imagine my bewildered surprise when I heard that we'd been robbed sometime in the middle of last night! Ofcourse, everyone at home being wholly unaware, we know nothing about the culprit...save that he/she/it is now quite a few oranges richer. Poor oranges...they should have been hanging, brightening up or front yard, for at least a week more...
I will always wonder what it was about these particular oranges that called to our orange thief.
Confusion: where Flynn resides
Little of substance & loads of daydreaming... you may just leave with fewer braincells, so let Slavador Dali be sufficient prior warning:
"I believe that...it will be possible to systematize confusion and contribute to the total discrediting of the world of reality."
Dali, S.
Monday, June 18, 2012
The Orange Thief
Tuesday, May 08, 2012
Variations on the Word "Sleep"
I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would like to sleep with you, to enter your sleep as its smooth dark wave slides over my head and walk with you through that lucent wavering forest of bluegreen leaves with its watery sun & three moons towards the cave where you must descend, towards your worst fear I would like to give you the silver branch, the small white flower, the one word that will protect you from the grief at the center of your dream, from the grief at the center I would like to follow you up the long stairway again & become the boat that would row you back carefully, a flame in two cupped hands to where your body lies beside me, and as you enter it as easily as breathing in I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed & that necessary.
Friday, April 27, 2012
Procrastination or death & (possible) rebirth
Can it still be called procrastination if there is a 4 year period of ...um ... death/silence/deep & zombie-like sleep? Or perhaps an extreme & miraculous case of
hibernation?
Hmm... how best to sum up 4 years of wasted potential (assuming the existence of such)?
Facebook is quite adept at condensing one's lifetime into a short & banal timeline. Mine for example, includes: Birth....skip a few years to... Graduated High School (yes, I too understand why the highlights of my high school life were aptly summed up with the word "graduated")...skip more years to... Some degree/qualification from one or more University/ies...until we reach today.
I guess nothing much has changed since...well...birth. I live, therefore I procrastinate.
OK, so the "nothing changed" part may be a tiny exaggeration, since there is now Little Lion Man/ Bear Cub (first nephew- who I think deserves one whole blog post just for him), a new brother-in-law (which means Ash is a Mum & a wife...boggles the mind, that), a new house (after a decade of living in a hole!- Note to future self: hire somebody to buy a house, fill out paperwork & attend boring meetings with stubborn solicitors...oh, and obviously become mega-filthy-rich prior to said purchase), a new job that became an old job when my registration came through (after 6/7 years of gaining unnecessary skills/knowledge when it feels mostly like I could just as easily BS my way through the world of the subtly torturous, man-eating, money-hungry PBA. Another note to future self : working without pay is not called "volunteering", it is slave-labour and therefore, frowned upon in most societies...i.e.- don't do it!)
Feels good to have my writing legs back (no matter how atrophied the muscles have become- the bones are still there, and the marrow is what counts).
So there!
Saturday, January 10, 2009
More than a decade ago...
Half a yr since my last entry &; you all womder just what has kept me busy (or you don't), but either wat... I now find myself back to BD- a place I hvnt been to in more than a decade.
And so it follows (from a friend's suggestion) that I'm blogging about my "new" experience.
So here it is Emu... specifically for your enjoyment (or boredom)
Day 0: Plane journey was the worst (though I hv no prior experience to compare with). Examples of horridness: Stopover in Brisbane at midnight for an hr or more... 5/6 hr transit in Bangkok airport... aggravating BD passangers sitting behind us from bangkok to Dhaka... and a sleepless 24hrs (but at least they didnt starve us). When we finally landed in BD airport, I was shocked to be able to see above people heads!! I feel so tall here... towering over others is a new/novel experience for sumone who's as short as I am...
*Disclaimer: use of the word "towering" may be a slight exaggeration*
Day 1: went to aunty's place... heard the loudest bang!! Louder than fireworks on new yrs eve at the harbour bridge... thought we were all going to die (or at least that buldings were going to crumble!!) but no. It was apparently "only" an electric wire or transformer blowing up, thus ensuring a few thousand people went without electricity for a night (or 2).
Day 2: Bounced around from my mum's family's place to my dad's relatives place... (re-)met many ppl whom I had totally forgotten!!... can't be bothered writing the rest...
Day 3: hv caught cold/ fever from I dont know where (at the moment, am blaming cousin who everyone insists that I resemble a lot - though we beg to differ)...
will write more when throat/joints stop aching...
thats it for now Emu...
Friday, August 22, 2008
Living vicariously
Just be happy that I am living at all...
Through no fault of my own (only to be expected, however), I have made a severe mess of things. It may indeed help if I narrowed it down to exactly what I've severely mangled (possibly permanently), but I refuse... to elaborate, that is.
Do you know why almost all companies/stores/businesses undergo the painstaking process of stocktaking?? Well, I don't. Although I do wish I could hire anyone or anything to take stock of the confusion in my head.
Question: What do you hear??
Options:
Through no fault of my own (only to be expected, however), I have made a severe mess of things. It may indeed help if I narrowed it down to exactly what I've severely mangled (possibly permanently), but I refuse... to elaborate, that is.
Do you know why almost all companies/stores/businesses undergo the painstaking process of stocktaking?? Well, I don't. Although I do wish I could hire anyone or anything to take stock of the confusion in my head.
Question: What do you hear??
Options:
- Mostly slow & soft music/songs
- Mostly loud & ear-thrashing stuff (like heavy metal)
- Silence, almost always
- Your thoughts & memories
- Too much noise surrounding you
- Other (explain...)
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