I think it's called my destiny

Saw a very depressing play today, about cancer patients. Only went cos my sister was in it.

Couldn’t bear to get emotionally involved, especially during the scenes of troubled sisterhood. So distracted myself by taking a faked, avid interest in the furniture on stage while the protagonists went bald and cried on each other's shoulders.

Hmm wonder whether those lamps are from Fab India, how did they get the futon to fold out like that?
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Good good news. Got freelance content work which will carry me through till September, maybe even beyond. Plus Rags returns in September and the promo film will be on then.

Was supposed to go for an interview for a regular job tomorrow but shall phone them in the morning and say: Sorry, I have better things to do! :)

Triumph triumph triumph, albeit a small one.

B was saying a few weeks ago, not out of spite but out of concern, that I am not a survivor. I agreed because I thought he was right.

Who knows, I might just surprise the both of us.
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Wearing headphones for the work with the ex-boss is however turning out to be very painful. Yesterday the pain was intense in the ears and came down till the jaw bone and up till the cranium. Today not so bad as only worked 4 hours, but still hurts. Tried using my own regular earphones but they didn’t cut out the ambient sound.

This is a serious problem. I don’t want to give up on the work cos I need the money. Taking another pair to try out tomorrow. If they don’t work then I don’t know what I will do.
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Marlene on the Wall

Even if I am in love with you
All this to say, what's it to you
Observe the blood, the rose tattoo
Of the fingerprints on me from you

Other evidence has shown
That you and I are still alone
We skirt around the danger zone
And don't talk about it later

Marlene watches from the wall
Her mocking smile says it all
As she records the rise and fall
Of every soldier passing

But the only soldier now is me
I'm fighting things I cannot see
I think it's called my destiny
That I am changing

Marlene on the wall

Well, I walk to your house in the afternoon
By the butcher’s shop with the sawdust strewn
"Don't give away the goods too soon"
Is what she might have told me

And I tried so hard to resist
When you held me in your handsome fist
And reminded me of the night we kissed
And of why I should be leaving

Marlene watches from the wall
Her mocking smile says it all
As she records the rise and fall
Of every man who's been here

But the only one here now is me
I'm fighting things I cannot see
I think it's called my destiny
That I am changing

Marlene on the wall


Suzanne Vega. One of the goddesses of my personal pantheon.