I think I can finally look back at the ideas I had in my youth and understand their naivete. The challenge is to hold on to them and making them work today. Perhaps, it will be the process of ego-exfoliation that will finally make it all fit. Let's hope so.

I always look forward to a quiet night at home alone. Unplanned moments, residual from the day, or the result of a poorly planned evening, little more 'why not' than 'how about'. Play a little music, forcing my aching fingers to form a chord while I swing in and out of the sentiment, generally leaving with a bad taste in my mouth that was my voice. Clicking around, I settle for some music and am overwhelmed by a desire to write.

What?

I don't know.

I don't like it when you're not around.

Black[Box]Saturday

I promised myself that my 2009 would only bring forth goodness. It's just over a year old, and it already has.

Note to self: Never watch a video tape of yourself the night before your performance.

oh alright.

I enjoy working with the kids. They exude a purity that is untrammeled by a sense of self or of falsified dignity. They're loyalty only to their interests, they will try, fall, rise, do, repeat, try, fall, rise, do anything to reach.

After the last wrap, we walked from Peace Centre to Dhoby Ghaut station tossing bits of laughter back and forth. I caught my reflection walking with us along the sidewalk - skirt peeking out unceremoniously from under my brother's over sized ALPA-S sweater.

This reminds me of being in JC.
What does?
Dressing like this. Like you don't care. A short uniform skirt and a baggy sweater and looking beautiful simply because you're young.

Like tiny knots in your hair. These balls of uncertainty ruin everything. But it's ok, right? It will only make you stronger?

Since I figured out how to start posting again, I decided to engage in a little spring cleaning and went through each post down till around May last year. The purpose of which was to delete certain unkind comments left by anonymous readers that serve no purpose, really. Let this act be a reflection of my overall approach to life.

But my real point is that in doing so, I came across much love and encouragement. :) And don't you forget it!

I have solved my unable to post things on my blog problem by switching to the old editor. WOOHOO!

Not that I have anything much to say. :)