Wednesday, 7 November 2007

No Face

What happened to my Facebook!?!??! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhpooot.

Tuesday, 6 November 2007

The Gagging Reflex

I was sick to my stomach. Completely sick.

When my eyes cursored over the words, I swear I felt the bile of disbelief rise to the top of my throat in a burn.

No, this isn't rage. Anger has its liberating effects. This is something else.

This is disgust.

Maybe she got one thing half right. I'm not going to do anything and just drift along if, for the rest of my life, I have to pretend to be happy shelving everything that ever was important to me.

Because the real Dani has other ambitions beyond dollardollarbillYall.

Because your remarks should stop where your business ends. And where this is concerned, it ends with who I am.
Because you don't know me.

Thursday, 1 November 2007

Throw Away Your Fly-Swatters and Baygon Sprays

I omitted this opening paragraph for an article I had to write on Mentorship. I obviously got carried away.

In it’s most vivid portrayal best accessible to the majority of us with a predictable ingestion of Hollywood fare, mentorship is a diminutive bearded Asian elderly (preferably Japanese or Chinese) who teaches lightning chops and kicks to an unassuming fourteen-year old, so that the latter may overcome (in style) the trials of growing up. Spoken often unintelligibly and with a suspect air of indifference, the mentor reveals his aged wisdom through adages that are seemingly simplistic, abstract and entirely irrelevant. But when scrutinised and embraced by the discerning, the lacking sophistication in phrases like, “Man who catch fly with chopstick can accomplish anything,” bears an engineered genius that makes it easily applicable to almost any circumstance.

Monday, 3 September 2007

in This / Fate

A weekend in a rhyme /A year of sweet romance
A snapshot of a lifetime /A diamond in the hand

This Greek intoxication / Decreed by Fates it seems
A place in constellation / Our coupling of the seams

Friday, 6 July 2007

Preordained

I came across an amusing quote.

"How? to make God laugh.
Tell Him your future plans."

- Woody Allen

Saturday, 19 May 2007

Whole

(I) half-angel.

She otherhalf.

Meshy Meshy

[Permit me a minute of uncool.

Sims 2 on my mac is working brilliant! Can't wait for the add-ons to finish downloading, but they're taking longer than summer in Singapore. Goddamit!]