“I might repeat to myself, slowly and soothingly, a list of quotations beautiful from minds profound - if I can remember any of the damn things” – Dorothy Parker
Yet again, my mood colors are Brown & Blue. No, I’m not brokenhearted for another time, I just lose something valuable for another time. WAAA!!!…My week’s allowance! It fell-off from my bag yesterday. Too bad, I grief still for my (credit-bought) chic eyewear. I suspect, my pictorial-buddy buried itself in the desert amidst our last Friday’s dune-bashing in Lah’bab. Since I re-hate myself, I might be seen one day with swelling forehead as I plot to bang its folly against the wall. Ironically, people thought I hold razor-sharp ideas as per my multitasking and playful writing faculty is concern. But with my recurring losses & fading memory? I could by far enter the Guinness Book for harvesting bunch of squash medals. Been lax and deficient in my various departments - forgetfulness’ presides. Tho, my slipshod attitude is actually inadvertent. Investigating my Achilles’ heel origin, it was perhaps, an outcome of a bicycle mishap in H-school when I had series of anesthesia injections. My impaired knee tissues were stitched, re-stitched & later had more sequels - from foot to mouth (not the dreaded virus).
My family tree also bore the hurting whips of my gap w/ Mr. Memory. At one time as a Kid, went shopping with my eldest sis & left half of our items somewhere while I lost the cards-filled wallet of my other sis who were engaged winning her volleyball match. My parents, oh’ if not for their being God-fearing might long-time landed in jail for wringing their delightful son’s neck (me) as I magically disappear many of their tokens. Then there’s my school IDs, books, purse, projects, umbrella, caps, jackets, hankie, teeth-retainer, etc etc that I missed for good. I seemed to climbed its toll when I disregard a supposed better-half (come-back!). Felt accomplished if from outdoor, I’m home with perfect props. And far away, my life were owed to head-scratching strangers who hand-back my mislaid travel docs in the C.R.’s of Hongkong, Singapore & Thailand. (I would’nt forget you, them more for not seeking any reward, in return.)
Whilst these earthly possessions go, “Freddy Kreuger” came and terrorized me in my dreams – a
nightmarish remorse for every emotional & financial damaged it caused. He’s my pang of guilt that bites. So “Jason”, help me wrestle with this "Freddy"! Ditto, I appreciate if you’d not ask me to eat peanuts to boost my deteriorating memory (migraine triggers) or consult Crsytal Ball (not a fortune-telling fan). Got losses but not hopeless in triumphing over my unsolicited habit such as this. Need to be (more?) perceptive, orderly, meticulous & composed. Must be strong-willed not to spread myself too thin or push it to the limit. I’l regain ways to restrict my concerns & that of others. I’ll step-out of the "limelight" & go more for quiet times.
And this Weblog would certainly remind me .
Yet again, my mood colors are Brown & Blue. No, I’m not brokenhearted for another time, I just lose something valuable for another time. WAAA!!!…My week’s allowance! It fell-off from my bag yesterday. Too bad, I grief still for my (credit-bought) chic eyewear. I suspect, my pictorial-buddy buried itself in the desert amidst our last Friday’s dune-bashing in Lah’bab. Since I re-hate myself, I might be seen one day with swelling forehead as I plot to bang its folly against the wall. Ironically, people thought I hold razor-sharp ideas as per my multitasking and playful writing faculty is concern. But with my recurring losses & fading memory? I could by far enter the Guinness Book for harvesting bunch of squash medals. Been lax and deficient in my various departments - forgetfulness’ presides. Tho, my slipshod attitude is actually inadvertent. Investigating my Achilles’ heel origin, it was perhaps, an outcome of a bicycle mishap in H-school when I had series of anesthesia injections. My impaired knee tissues were stitched, re-stitched & later had more sequels - from foot to mouth (not the dreaded virus).
My family tree also bore the hurting whips of my gap w/ Mr. Memory. At one time as a Kid, went shopping with my eldest sis & left half of our items somewhere while I lost the cards-filled wallet of my other sis who were engaged winning her volleyball match. My parents, oh’ if not for their being God-fearing might long-time landed in jail for wringing their delightful son’s neck (me) as I magically disappear many of their tokens. Then there’s my school IDs, books, purse, projects, umbrella, caps, jackets, hankie, teeth-retainer, etc etc that I missed for good. I seemed to climbed its toll when I disregard a supposed better-half (come-back!). Felt accomplished if from outdoor, I’m home with perfect props. And far away, my life were owed to head-scratching strangers who hand-back my mislaid travel docs in the C.R.’s of Hongkong, Singapore & Thailand. (I would’nt forget you, them more for not seeking any reward, in return.)
Whilst these earthly possessions go, “Freddy Kreuger” came and terrorized me in my dreams – a
nightmarish remorse for every emotional & financial damaged it caused. He’s my pang of guilt that bites. So “Jason”, help me wrestle with this "Freddy"! Ditto, I appreciate if you’d not ask me to eat peanuts to boost my deteriorating memory (migraine triggers) or consult Crsytal Ball (not a fortune-telling fan). Got losses but not hopeless in triumphing over my unsolicited habit such as this. Need to be (more?) perceptive, orderly, meticulous & composed. Must be strong-willed not to spread myself too thin or push it to the limit. I’l regain ways to restrict my concerns & that of others. I’ll step-out of the "limelight" & go more for quiet times. And this Weblog would certainly remind me .
