Monthly Archives: February 2004

Lost Days (Part II) : The Hours

. I am no longer an artist. I swear to refrain from creating a “work”, as I regard the instant as more important than the whole. ~ from the Vow of Chastity, DOGME 95 . The rest of the weekend would have been a disappointment, if I had any expectations of it. As it were,

Lost Days (Part I) : The Devil’s Hunger

. Amazing how the days just fly by when you don’t pay attention. What have I been doing? Let’s see: Last Wednesday had me taking Christine around Malacca, simply walking along old narrow streets bordered by Hokkien temples, bohemian cafés and Chinese clan houses guarded by oriental stone lions. I told her these lions may

Low Red Mood

. The past couple of days have spent in a frenzy of worthless ambition. Chasing after distractions that only lead me to feeling more disatisfied, more useless. It’s difficult not being able to, not having to work. This time of listless drumming, the restless hours that do not turn, the me that seeks something that

Gold Dust Redux

The desert, the hot blue sky, and a guy whose only plan is to keep on walking… This appears to be an outline of what I wanted – the emotions are all there, albeit in an esoteric, barely realised fashion. I want to make it so that other readers feel what I feel when I

The Unbearable Lightness of BEING HERE (Part II)

. Writing itself is always bad enough, but writing about writing is surely worse, in the futility department. ~ Margaret Atwood . Conventional wisdom says that you know you are a writer if you wake up in the morning thinking about nothing else. I don’t have that. If I did, maybe I’d be churning out

The Unbearable Lightness of BEING HERE (Part I)

. I’m bored. Really, that’s the only way to explain why I’m doing this. (Again.) I haven’t blogged for a while now. Back then, I just felt I had nothing left to say, and of course, I was starting to get real busy with my MBA. Well, I’ve completed my studies now and I did