Inspiration...Sadness...and whatever life takes
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Janitor
robed in. an earthened blue,
strapped on. an over-bleached; over-sized shoe.
tap-a-dee-dah', he sweeps his floor with.
all that jazz.
with. swarthy teeth. and just a piece of gold. missing.
and that mind. was a deluge of capricious rhythms. dee-a-ding.
and that distant memory of table. chair and paper.
fermata and that restless swing.
tapping straight 8's with the broom.
dah-bah-dee-dah. he's spelling doom.
with inharmonic. resolution.
prolly. the entire decade he would away. croon.
langour and bluey gluey. gulp.
intriguing percussion as water. splash-dah-dash.
whistling a-train-the; with dour
crescendo and tears tickling his rugged fur.
wistfully, a backward-look. where did that 3/8 go?
three quavers bound. intro. solo. coda.
three months whee-dah-day.
with norah, buble and a buzzing peggy pffing all the way.
"My name is the Janitor,
and I remember everything" (takes out shotgun and shoots someone)
cuRRent...jer
is suffering from the blues ¶ 3:40 pm
robed in. an earthened blue,
strapped on. an over-bleached; over-sized shoe.
tap-a-dee-dah', he sweeps his floor with.
all that jazz.
with. swarthy teeth. and just a piece of gold. missing.
and that mind. was a deluge of capricious rhythms. dee-a-ding.
and that distant memory of table. chair and paper.
fermata and that restless swing.
tapping straight 8's with the broom.
dah-bah-dee-dah. he's spelling doom.
with inharmonic. resolution.
prolly. the entire decade he would away. croon.
langour and bluey gluey. gulp.
intriguing percussion as water. splash-dah-dash.
whistling a-train-the; with dour
crescendo and tears tickling his rugged fur.
wistfully, a backward-look. where did that 3/8 go?
three quavers bound. intro. solo. coda.
three months whee-dah-day.
with norah, buble and a buzzing peggy pffing all the way.
"My name is the Janitor,
and I remember everything" (takes out shotgun and shoots someone)
cuRRent...jer
is suffering from the blues ¶ 3:40 pm
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
Odd
I feel strangled by now. 39 and counting. Up and up.
cuRRent...jer
P.S
By the way jer,
You have just won a three month vaccation, id est into interregnum et oblivion.
Oui. Ja. Good job!
"You enjoy shocking people." - another condescending hag to cuRRent...jer
¶ 8:18 pm
I feel strangled by now. 39 and counting. Up and up.
cuRRent...jer
P.S
By the way jer,
You have just won a three month vaccation, id est into interregnum et oblivion.
Oui. Ja. Good job!
"You enjoy shocking people." - another condescending hag to cuRRent...jer
¶ 8:18 pm
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Enjoined
When we did grovel into the world, no one told us there were to be rules. We were simply thrown into a cul-de-sac, a system, a human architectural fashion of seeing the wheel of life gyrate. Nobody asked us if we liked the rules. They were ...in extant. Ab ovo.
Whoever came up with the notion of "authority" should be sold as slaves to some rural place. We were born, warranted the same things. A worthless shell and a sisyphean railroad of what is life to come. You are not better than me; neither am I better than anyone else. Bound to that mortal coil...and that almost immortalised world of limitations after limitations... oue realm becomes our own human synthesis of good and bad, right and wrong.
So as we swivel around ad nauseam and stumble into train tracks after train tracks to only realise that no train is about to hit you just yet because we'd suspect a higher power decrees so, we realise that...maybe the spectacular notion of choices...is merely a delusion...
I ask... If choices means if one chooses to adhere to the mores of man-made mores or not; whether I'd allow myself to be subjugated by what is deemed "good" by the values and the principals of human tenets, why do I even choose?
cuRRent...jer
¶ 9:00 pm
When we did grovel into the world, no one told us there were to be rules. We were simply thrown into a cul-de-sac, a system, a human architectural fashion of seeing the wheel of life gyrate. Nobody asked us if we liked the rules. They were ...in extant. Ab ovo.
Whoever came up with the notion of "authority" should be sold as slaves to some rural place. We were born, warranted the same things. A worthless shell and a sisyphean railroad of what is life to come. You are not better than me; neither am I better than anyone else. Bound to that mortal coil...and that almost immortalised world of limitations after limitations... oue realm becomes our own human synthesis of good and bad, right and wrong.
So as we swivel around ad nauseam and stumble into train tracks after train tracks to only realise that no train is about to hit you just yet because we'd suspect a higher power decrees so, we realise that...maybe the spectacular notion of choices...is merely a delusion...
I ask... If choices means if one chooses to adhere to the mores of man-made mores or not; whether I'd allow myself to be subjugated by what is deemed "good" by the values and the principals of human tenets, why do I even choose?
cuRRent...jer
¶ 9:00 pm
Sunday, September 19, 2004
Friday, September 17, 2004
Thursday, September 09, 2004
Sunday, September 05, 2004
Fatigue
My graduational testimonial is fabulously misleading. I spent two hours trying to extenuate my primordially negative history with pedagogues and finally was able to piece together a bircolage of a pseudo-impeccable, almost peerless attributes of a Jer I was to be. And I still have not found time to wring CCA points out of a few bitches just of yet.
My indefatigable spirit is waning. My sheer aggresiveness and my recently-palliated idiosyncracies of confining myself to a surreal reality is gradually threathening to posses me again. Study is emetic. But I have got prelims. Which I have convinced myself once to be apathetic about. And Goddess...I am perenially engaging in midnight intrigues or syllogistically inane theological polemic even being saddled with tomes which we sometimes mistakenly call "Social Studies", that discuss Singapore's ostensibly highly-vaunted nonpareil government. (Afterall, it is the Ministry Of Error's decreement that we are not to see the conspicuous Lee dynastic ambition to dominate and exploit the country as selfish and flagrantly heinious. I conclude. It is a conspiracy.) (P.S No allusion here; it is outright defamation. Come! Indict me!)
And I am tired of hearing about people falling off the platform at train stations. They should just obliterate all the boisterous advertisements on the television screen as they could really propel a person to jump onto the train tracks out of immaculate frustration.
Suffering from a deadly privation of slumber. It is like I am about to tumble. I have these dark rings under my eyes. It is not going to be long before I need a shot of botox if I persist allowing myself to be interred by academia.
Also, the eleemosynary non-profit organisations I am working with are not kind either. I have two articles to complete. And I have not finished grading my student's essays.
And I do wonder why I spend even 15 minutes whining and wallowing with ciphers and ones. Not to mention the next few days editing this post.
cuRRent...jer
¶ 10:43 am
My graduational testimonial is fabulously misleading. I spent two hours trying to extenuate my primordially negative history with pedagogues and finally was able to piece together a bircolage of a pseudo-impeccable, almost peerless attributes of a Jer I was to be. And I still have not found time to wring CCA points out of a few bitches just of yet.
My indefatigable spirit is waning. My sheer aggresiveness and my recently-palliated idiosyncracies of confining myself to a surreal reality is gradually threathening to posses me again. Study is emetic. But I have got prelims. Which I have convinced myself once to be apathetic about. And Goddess...I am perenially engaging in midnight intrigues or syllogistically inane theological polemic even being saddled with tomes which we sometimes mistakenly call "Social Studies", that discuss Singapore's ostensibly highly-vaunted nonpareil government. (Afterall, it is the Ministry Of Error's decreement that we are not to see the conspicuous Lee dynastic ambition to dominate and exploit the country as selfish and flagrantly heinious. I conclude. It is a conspiracy.) (P.S No allusion here; it is outright defamation. Come! Indict me!)
And I am tired of hearing about people falling off the platform at train stations. They should just obliterate all the boisterous advertisements on the television screen as they could really propel a person to jump onto the train tracks out of immaculate frustration.
Suffering from a deadly privation of slumber. It is like I am about to tumble. I have these dark rings under my eyes. It is not going to be long before I need a shot of botox if I persist allowing myself to be interred by academia.
Also, the eleemosynary non-profit organisations I am working with are not kind either. I have two articles to complete. And I have not finished grading my student's essays.
And I do wonder why I spend even 15 minutes whining and wallowing with ciphers and ones. Not to mention the next few days editing this post.
cuRRent...jer
¶ 10:43 am
