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a requiem for the living.

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Wednesday, December 02, 2009. Reliving, recreating, the undoing, the false becoming. She procrastinated @ 11:42. I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator. Another end of the world. The beginnings of post-mortem. A dramatic weekend of sorts. For nights such as these. As it settles, like fairy dust long expired. Lets see if this works.

ennyl.blogspot.com

a requiem for the living.

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Thursday, October 20, 2011. She speaks, repeating the old litanies, of worn accusations breathed anew, of calamitous windfalls, and I listen, to the raspy phonetics of the finite, the ticker tape is coming to the end of the roll, and I listen, aggrieved, for she knows, her swansong is nigh, the circle of 5ths, no longer more. She procrastinated @ 03:22. I am also a veteran procrastinator. And it all comes together! Beethovens symphony no.7 2nd mvt. In the alley of shadows and death. Hero on the beach.

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a requiem for the living.

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Wednesday, October 12, 2011. I have some unexpected spare time today. Not at the right time to address the present calls of love and duty, but enough such that I learn past lessons and experience the old as new. I have lived and died with each song and verse, with each crystal of snow, and with each fallen leaf of light. Too much, I have lost, with each unbecoming, but I can no longer stop, and I can no longer close my eyes. She procrastinated @ 02:34. I am also a veteran procrastinator. Hero on the beach.

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a requiem for the living.

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Thursday, September 30, 2004. It's cold, wet and gray today. And yet, I skip along the slippery cobblestones, and choose to see what I want to see. Amazing architecture. Gorgeous old buildings, brimming with lost secrets accumulated with time. Surrounded by a palette of vibrant colours, individual and unique. Beauty is laid out before me. Whichever it is, we all have a choice to view matters and circumstances in a positive or negative light. Make no mistake: there's no grey area. It either. I've been kic...

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a requiem for the living.

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Tuesday, August 31, 2004. We thought it was 'this way'. They thought it was 'that way'. The one on top? Maybe I got it all wrong. Maybe we're the ones who didn't use our brains. You know. that part between your ears. Whatever it is, I'm disgusted and disillusioned with the system. Perhaps a perfect solution is an utopian ideal, and that the process taken towards finding one may prove to be far more valuable. I want to go back. no, I want to. Now, I'm even more repulsed by myself. Monday, August 30, 2004.

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a requiem for the living.

http://ennyl.blogspot.com/2011/08/and-it-all-comes-together.html

Tuesday, August 30, 2011. And it all comes together! With hysteric hilarity, I stand outside, looking in, there I belong. Nowhere, no where, not knowing how to write the right despite knowing what went wrong. To conform, I refuse, a moot point, I have no ability to. I am more inflexible than I thought I was, and in that, as rigid as you are. She procrastinated @ 01:56. I am also a veteran procrastinator. Beethovens symphony no.7 2nd mvt. In the alley of shadows and death. Another end of the world.

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a requiem for the living.

http://ennyl.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-end-of-world.html

Tuesday, November 17, 2009. Another end of the world. Thinking of next year's duties overwhelm, so much so that old habits return marching with a cry that says I told you so. She procrastinated @ 13:50. I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator. The beginnings of post-mortem. A dramatic weekend of sorts. For nights such as these. Hero on the beach.

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a requiem for the living.

http://ennyl.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-alley-of-shadows-and-death.html

Sunday, December 06, 2009. In the alley of shadows and death. I sit here, where I've sought refuge for three months of my life. It's not the most pleasant of environments, one could speak disparagingly of the darkened tiles, whirring drone of air-con vents, smothered between tall buildings, with odd splashes of dusky green, but it's one of those crooks and crannies that I'm particularly fond of. Such is the strength of personal associations through accumulated time. She procrastinated @ 16:48.

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a requiem for the living.

http://ennyl.blogspot.com/2011/01/again.html

Monday, January 03, 2011. I start, somewhere else, but it's so different this time. Before, it was with tears and longing for the forbidden, and now, this beginning is such a stark contrast, even if imbued with the same feelings of anxiety. I have a sky of pearly stars and amber streaks before me, in a haven of new-old. These stars, I never saw, but they look like those I once knew so well, much lower, colder, but I was always warm, cocooned in the tension between naivety and all-knowing.