I was out last night for a New Year’s eve-eve celebration. A New Year’s eve-eve celebration is a cheaper alternative to a new year’s eve celebration and less intoxicating because you need to work the next day. Being out on a work night was probably the most rebellious thing I’ve done since I took white bread for breakfast instead of whole meal.
It was a great night out and I feel alive again, in a strange way because my body is sore as a petulant brat who didn’t get enough Christmas presents. For some strange reason the live band decided to play quite few cha-cha numbers and I couldn’t keep those hips from swaying. Life can be dreary but music always picks it up.
This year will be a bit different because as my father always put it, I’ll be counting sheep rather than counting down. Have an early plane to catch to Hanoi on the first day of 2009. It will be a unique way to spend New Year’s day on a plane, but it will be nice to be greeted by a familiar face when I land.
Just hoping that this will mark to a bright new start to the new year.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Prune Juice
I must have forgotten how to write. 03 July 08 was my last entry and I have hardly written a single word since – not a poem, not a nursery rhyme and not a blog entry. Actually, I have written a poem two weeks ago when I was feeling introspective sitting at a café past midnight. The emotions swelled and I scribbled on an ordering note with broken-tipped pencil. It probably was a masterpiece if I remembered to take the note with me when I left the café. I can only assume that the poem now sits in a state of recycled material disguised as a roll of China-branded toilet paper.
I can go on about why the muse of the pen left me but it is for the same reasons that I have not been writing. It is a new life that I lead where the passion for the arts is reduced to spending silly money on inflated theatre tickets dressed as a nonconformist. Time is spent watching figures on the stock market rise and fall rather than digesting nuances of artistry in places which I have unwittingly neglected. In the midst of it all, I become a rodent in a massive race to stand out from the crowd, only to find myself manifest into the product of a cookie cutter ironically because of my endeavours to be different.
This pretty much sets the tone of where I stand.
I figured that if were to rant about life, I rather not do so in my blog. Privacy has become an issue where anonymity has become as scarce as free parking. Often what is felt reflects a particular moment but when written in words portrays an enduring impression. In other words, I have become cautious about what I write. There appears to be too much to lose thus words have to be written with some care.
The year of 2008 has been trying to say the least. 08’ marks a chapter of a new book that no longer resembles a graphic novel. It is not as melodramatic as a Korean soap opera but not as dull as self-help books. It is a mix between tap-dancing and being clueless about how to tap dance – not really sure what that means but it sounds momentarily clever.
If I were to reflect, my highlight of the year 2008 was prune juice. Yes prune juice. I read about its properties as a natural detoxant but goodness have I underestimated its effects. Powerful stuff. One that gives such an experience that I shall now coin the term a 'Royal Flush' to describe the knees-weakening encounter.
As much as this entry begins with incoherent chain of thoughts, I feel it shall only be appropriate to conclude with no sense at all. Thus I pen off with one food for thought.
Prune juice.
I can go on about why the muse of the pen left me but it is for the same reasons that I have not been writing. It is a new life that I lead where the passion for the arts is reduced to spending silly money on inflated theatre tickets dressed as a nonconformist. Time is spent watching figures on the stock market rise and fall rather than digesting nuances of artistry in places which I have unwittingly neglected. In the midst of it all, I become a rodent in a massive race to stand out from the crowd, only to find myself manifest into the product of a cookie cutter ironically because of my endeavours to be different.
This pretty much sets the tone of where I stand.
I figured that if were to rant about life, I rather not do so in my blog. Privacy has become an issue where anonymity has become as scarce as free parking. Often what is felt reflects a particular moment but when written in words portrays an enduring impression. In other words, I have become cautious about what I write. There appears to be too much to lose thus words have to be written with some care.
The year of 2008 has been trying to say the least. 08’ marks a chapter of a new book that no longer resembles a graphic novel. It is not as melodramatic as a Korean soap opera but not as dull as self-help books. It is a mix between tap-dancing and being clueless about how to tap dance – not really sure what that means but it sounds momentarily clever.
If I were to reflect, my highlight of the year 2008 was prune juice. Yes prune juice. I read about its properties as a natural detoxant but goodness have I underestimated its effects. Powerful stuff. One that gives such an experience that I shall now coin the term a 'Royal Flush' to describe the knees-weakening encounter.
As much as this entry begins with incoherent chain of thoughts, I feel it shall only be appropriate to conclude with no sense at all. Thus I pen off with one food for thought.
Prune juice.
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