Posts from ‘June, 2009’

No matter the class, race, or culture. No matter the place, time, or situation. The capacity to feel loss, to fear death – perhaps not in itself, or that of oneself, but that of others, and other things – and to love. These are central to what it means to be human.
Sitting there in [...]

I don’t think I’ve managed to clock so many working hours across consecutive days, including over the weekends, since I started working. Not complaining, for I rather enjoy it, but there is only so much I can sustain before feeling burnt out. I hope I can be forgiven for having a 臭脾氣 in the only [...]

The flesh surrenders itself, he thought. Eternity takes back its own. Our bodies stirred these waters briefly, danced with a certain intoxication before the love of life and self, dealt with a few strange ideas, then submitted to the instruments of time. What can we say of this? I occurred. I am not… yet, I [...]

It’s kind of redunculous that they’ve completely dug up the roads running through the front porch and driveway of our office. Impassable, unwalkable, for there’s no road left. Heck, there’s no ground left. It’s like a waterless moat. Or a ladderless trench. The only way to get to work these days is to slip through [...]

… give me a proper melody that’s been written by one of our great composers any day. A song by Schubert or a nocturne by Chopin, something that will make the hairs of your head stand on end! The function of music is to liberate in the soul those feelings which normally we keep locked [...]

Left: 4th June; Right: 17 June

Perhaps as an effect of its fall onto the car, or perhaps as a result of having recklessly swallowed one too many mealworms, the bulbul’s left side is a little quirky and it has developed an unsightly kink in the neck. “Is the bird ok?” – everyone would ask. In its default state, it is [...]

The dicey moment when you should introduce two people but can’t remember one of their names: whomnesia, persona non data, notworking, mumbleduction, introducking
The realization of the perfect riposte three hours after the argument: hindser, retrotort, afterism
The momentary confusion experienced by everyone in the vicinity when a phone rings and no one is sure [...]