Backup The Past

The question that needs answering at this very moment as I sat, sans-top, in my room is: WHY AM I BACK TO WHERE I WAS? So much for 2008, and now 2009 is about to creep in, a minute from now, without a prologue of any sorts. Though some resolutions of the year past were fulfilled to a certain extend, I still find myself working hard to cover many grounds, about two-third of which I am already streamlining and giving way to new ones this upcoming season. I choose to usher the new year by making it the year of experimentation. An open book if you may. Write me in your calendar if you are my friend. I want conversations. Fill me in with your eccentricities. I want to be a part of your adventure. I want nothing more than having the sense of being utterly bewildered at the thoughts of doing something out of the world. Get me up to places. I want to be in a zone where people are just people; sincere, simple, trusty, worthy. Recruit me for your little collective and start a contingency. Go on and leave me punch-drunked or befuddled, whichever way you like, just as long as I can be stung with slaphappy moments. I want you to want me to set me thinking. Copy me into your heart disc and backup the past, just in case you long for some reminiscing. Open up and tell me something. I want this year to be filled with hellos as I say goodbye to goodbyes. The keyword for the year is YES. And the password is YOU.

Dreams stay fresh, energy not to be wasted, eyes wide open, elevate the outlines, step forward, focus and do.

Figure Out

One is entering and exiting and figuring and dreading, but one can never get enough from thinking and fretting and wondering about not knowing or not owning, thus one is frowning. One is moaning, stoning, doing nothing, even as one is growing, flowing in the glow, slow, low, oh ... why one's amusing oneself by turning to assuming, tuning in the noon, crooning by the moon? One is fooling, mooing, cooing, oozing. Every one is looking, every look's mistook, every take's a book, every book's crooked. One begins to ask questions, losing passions, seeking lessons, and one's compassion is outweight by tension, depression, suppression, indigestion in quick succession, one fleeting impression, with no intermission. One's picture is a stricture, a torture, a moisture, configured and disfigured, the delusions of grandeur. But here, one is sure of the dream to meet these figures, in the near near future, whatsoever ...

Feel free to call me if you know how to get me to these people. I wanna pick their brains!

Multiple Exposures

I

To begin with, he can start with To begin with. That’s because To begin with is almost boring. Though he knew that he must start with something passable, it must be something that is befitting to begin with.

II

Perhaps only in haiku can we express our skepticism. Live a moment all by yourself; to ask and to reflect, to wither all dubieties into a piece of canvas, three lines of Zen culture. Get into Prosaic Meditation - the out of context practicality that is equally bizarre and thought provoking. With so much going on in the world, cut away from the topsy-turviness of the cosmopolitan age and dive into the beat. Take the burden away, free your consignments and in that moment of deliberation, write a free verse. Serendipity lurks, find your perks.

III

How about G Major? Too rustic. F Sharp Major? Too heroic. E Major? Too happy. D Major? Too heavenly. C Major? Too naïve. B Major? Too passive. A flat Major? Too grave. A Major? Too safe. Then how?

IV

Stupid questions are the genesis for clever ideas. Most of us will prefer guarded approaches and the familiarity of a comfort zone. But even as we entered the new realm of design, where emotions and functions converged into one fundamental proviso, we are not ready to realize that crazy ideas are the origins of many clever designs that are functioning everywhere. These are realistic solutions to everyday problems. We conjure out-of-the-world scenarios as stepping stones to other thought processes. We need crass yet appropriate presumptions to suspend judgments for something bigger. Something silly for something sane. Crazy.

V

She is a cryptic figure, not so much like a mathematical problem-sum ready to be solved or the Mona Lisa portrait waiting to be deciphered, but more akin to a piece of blank paper anticipating a surprise. When one thought one knows about her, one would be veered from all expectations. There are always the hints of a twist whistling around the corner, but even if there aren’t any, perhaps having no twist is a twist after all? She carries herself as someone who doesn’t take things at face value, and believes that every single one of us has important roles to take on and specific tasks to complete. Her mousy nature, (though many would say that it makes her look characterless) actually equates an allegory, transpiring her as an occult just wanting to break into trillion fragments. It is beyond anyone’s power to truly understand her. Yet it is not anyone’s job to indulge in such cerebral exercise either. No one, except you.

VI

The conversation was very short, even though it was long overdue.

VII

Please get yourself an off-white blank sheet of Fabriano cold-pressed, lightweight drawing paper. Get a piece of extra-large size willow charcoal, preferably Daler Rowney’s scene painters. Set a premise. Provide a concept. Then draw your best piece of crap. You are supposed to tell a story. Adapt. And when you are done, do not use any form of aerosol fixatives. Do not add protective spray. Do not use gums or resins to preserve your masterpiece. Let it crumbles. Let it disappear. Let it be blown away by the wind thereafter. What you want to remember is the debris of moments you wish to erase. Impress no one. Kill your own art.

VIII

The lush of yesterday is no more. The shush of today glimmers. Muzzling winds of truth behold, carrying the intendment of profound secrets. He chokes. He suppresses. That one last refrain begins to lose its charms. He asks if this is the way to end all ends.

IX

In one of his notes, he had written these with a red semi-permanent marker: Ideas for COMIC SUPERHEROES based on PUNCTUATION MARKS: Like any superheroes, THE PUNCTS will be based on the thematic approach of GOOD VS EVIL. The heroes will be known as UNICODES. The archenemies are called DIACRITICALS. Some of the notable UNICODES are: Dash, Ellipsis, Hyphen, Ampersand, Comma, Bullet and Prime. Some of the prominent DIACRITICALS are: Apostrophe, Slash, Circumflex, Underscore, Solidus, Pilcrow and Colon. The UNICODES will be led by Master Asterisk, and their ultimate nemesis is an archetype of a classic anti-hero, known as Full Stop.

X

Phrase-Enginerator™ is used to generate random English phrases for arbitrary activities or as an automated content generator for anyone who thinks they are less creative. Combinatorial Phrase-Generation based on characterization will be incorporated in version 1.2. This is a unique phrase generator, with potential for thousands of phrases within seconds. This Beta version of Phrase-Enginerator™ is not part of the Antonymizer Text Tools Package 3.4. Entering a name in the 'Name' field and a gender in the 'Sex' field would generate a 'Phrase' that is likely to describe you, your attributes, your life or your future. Recent reviewers have analysed in details and concluded that these phrases are non-associative to their current situation. Most, if not all, recommend the freeware iSoul™ instead, which comes in two versions, with or without auto-updates.

XI

Just before he left, he hoped that anyone with an interest to pen a diary will not use these twelve words: Oblivion, Diablerie, Rodomontade, Supernumerary, Vociferate, Laconic, Offal, Netherworld, Pique, Ameliorate, Penniless and Yak.

XII

If you need to describe a friend, make it intriguing. You can describe the person by using words that are generally hard to pronounce or easily mispronounced, like, for example: M is a phenomenally overimaginative compatriot. You may use words that contain no vowels, such as: C is a nymphly gypsyfy rhythm. If you insist on the idea of using a single word, try non-proper names with repeated letters: H is a flibbertigibbet, P is a whippersnapper, J is a lilliphinally. When describing someone, be rhetorical. Do not state the obvious. The results should be both florid and prevalent.

XIII

W32/Diarrhoea (aka Dear Oh Dear) is an email-aware worm that forwards itself to any email addresses it find in files on the hard disk. The worm forwards itself as an attachment called Diarrhoea.exe. The subject of the mail is Shit Happens. When the worm autoruns it will make multiple copies of itself to Diarrhoea.exe in the Windows directory and modify WIN.INI to ensure that it is run each time Windows is started. A randomly generated piece of poetry is displayed in the inbox with the title Sweet Surrenders. The virus downloads a .wav file called Passmotion.wav from an internet website, and stores it in the root directory of the C: drive. This .wav file is played once and then deleted automatically. To solve the problem, restart your life.

XIV

Cue the pretenders. Cue make-believe scene. Cue phony dialogues. Cue simulated laughter. Cue artificial smiles. Cue fake applause. Cue predictable ending. Cue uncredited credits.

XV

The colour of his thoughts changes rapidly. One minute it could be fire brick red. The next, midnight blue. One moment it could be somewhere within the deep pink and light pink shades, the next thing it’s midway between saddle brown and maroon. Now it's light salmon, the next chartreuse. Today amethyst, tomorrow royal blue. His dreams, however, are always in neutral monochrome, starting bleakly with white smoke, and then gainsboro, and then light grey, and then silver, then dark grey, then grey, dim grey, light slate gray, slate grey, dark slate grey, ebony, onyx, pitch black, carbon black, charcoal black, lamp black, ivory black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, until he opens his eyes, and all he sees is a rainbow.

II, VII, XIII - Adapted from Charcoal • V, XII - Adapted from Pieces. • XI - Extracted from Replay.