hello...
i do not blog too much... even if i do... it's all because of Joshua Lim Yifei since he WANT'S (that's how he put it) to see how long and fruitful this blog will be ... and yes i know i've said that before...
 
haha... no lar... it's just that i think blogging's a good ritual to develop... and no i don't mean that every night at thirteen past ten and thirteen seconds i don a black robe with a hood and start typing furiously away while chanting... i mean rituals as simply stuff that i do regularly... stuff that hopefully remains constant while everything else spins madly around... away... askew...
 
we all need rituals... rituals so as to anchor us to terra firma while everthing goes evanesco into limbo and beyond...
 
ah well... my last performance with the choir... over and done with... the organisers were all whoo whee wow and whatnot... but over these two years iv'e learnt that they do that for most any sort of performance regardless of the standard of things... haha...
honestly though... i must say that it went pretty well... definitely could have been worse... and that's a good thing... still... at the same time... i have to say that it could also have been better... haha...
whatever the case is... not too long from now... it's no longer gonna be my call to make... i suppose it's time for me to fade into history... and let the next group of promising leaders write the history books... haha...
 
extravagant language...? yes... but never forget that life... even in the simplest and most mundane of activities is grandeur, celebration and passion all at once... not so much dolce vita... oh no... life is seldom that sweet...
but definitely appassionato... passion... bringer of both euphoria and anguish...
 
tired... and i think should now say that as this long year draws on and on... (yes... time does pass... though it sometimes seems to the contrary...) my writings here will be gradually shortened... dimished... flayed thin... filed down from my usual protracted ramblings to a mere few words...
 
thus i shall blog more now to make up for that...
so stop me... ha...
 
haha... 'night everyone...
 
"...The old snows melt from every mountain-side, 
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane; 
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide!"
- Edna St. Vincent Millay, 'Sonnet II' 
 
no i'm not feeling blue... just that i feel these words reflect...
shall we say...
a certain truth...