Wednesday, March 01, 2006
The day with its cares and perplexities is ended and the becalmed night is now upon us. A time of peace. A time of tranquility. We all have need of a soothing story to banish those demons of the day, to set at rest these troubled minds, to put at ease these ruffled spirits.
And what sort of story shall we hear?
An age-old yet ever-novel one of poignancy, of love and of heartened warmth?
A tempest of debilitating anger, a bitter tea-cup storm of wretched vengeances?
Maybe a disjointed yarn of discordant elements, a tale paralysed in psychosis?
Or perhaps merely a sane yet boring chronological recap of proto-biographical nuances, a rut-stuck concept of safe yarn-spinning?
Numerous avenues beneath a singular cover. Awaiting, your take, your choice.
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He views himself as a point on a moving wavefront, propagating through sterile history - a known past, a projectable future. But what if. What if there came a sudden beach, an unpredictable new life?
~ The game of dodgeball has to halt. The realisation is sober, that the running and hiding has paid no dividends. He should have known better, that the inevitable approach would still have to be adopted in all eventuality. ~
Then past and future would cease upon the breaking of the wavefront and scattering of the former life energy. And with an indefatiguable touch, pages of the new life would be re-inscripted upon those great tomes that alternately outline and elaborate his world. As has always been, as will always be.
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It never ceases to amaze me that she has a constant eye for guys of beng inclinations. But that matters little. I trust in her judgement, and as long as she truly knows what she desires and remains a happy lady, I shall leave only my blessings.
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Mad Hot Ballroom opens in theatres in early March. One good show not to be missed. Remember, you heard it here first, haha.
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And before the day's end, Happy Birthday to the godcousin!
And what sort of story shall we hear?
An age-old yet ever-novel one of poignancy, of love and of heartened warmth?
A tempest of debilitating anger, a bitter tea-cup storm of wretched vengeances?
Maybe a disjointed yarn of discordant elements, a tale paralysed in psychosis?
Or perhaps merely a sane yet boring chronological recap of proto-biographical nuances, a rut-stuck concept of safe yarn-spinning?
Numerous avenues beneath a singular cover. Awaiting, your take, your choice.
--------
He views himself as a point on a moving wavefront, propagating through sterile history - a known past, a projectable future. But what if. What if there came a sudden beach, an unpredictable new life?
~ The game of dodgeball has to halt. The realisation is sober, that the running and hiding has paid no dividends. He should have known better, that the inevitable approach would still have to be adopted in all eventuality. ~
Then past and future would cease upon the breaking of the wavefront and scattering of the former life energy. And with an indefatiguable touch, pages of the new life would be re-inscripted upon those great tomes that alternately outline and elaborate his world. As has always been, as will always be.
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It never ceases to amaze me that she has a constant eye for guys of beng inclinations. But that matters little. I trust in her judgement, and as long as she truly knows what she desires and remains a happy lady, I shall leave only my blessings.
--------
Mad Hot Ballroom opens in theatres in early March. One good show not to be missed. Remember, you heard it here first, haha.
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And before the day's end, Happy Birthday to the godcousin!
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