10.3.09

The wind begins to howl

Sometimes I reread old blog posts, and I wonder why I don't write like that anymore.

I'm rereading those posts because of a related article I'm working on --- or ought to be working on (don't panic, Pin), but all I've got are half-formed thoughts scrawled in ballpoint pen across recycled paper and two old-but-well-written blog posts staring me accusatorily in the face. It's one thing to have an inferiority complex, it's quite something else to have an inferiority complex about one's younger self.

To avoid thinking about the article and other melancholy subjects tonight, I went for my weekly Pilates class, followed by a late dinner at Peperoni Pizzeria. Parma ham, rocket salad and mozzarella on a pizza make a surprisingly good diversion. Good conversation always helps too (thank you, Darren and melch and friend).

There would be a picture of the pizza here, but I ate it all.

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4 Comments:

At 3/10/2009 1:02 pm , Blogger Almost Infamous Anthony said...

Tym,

I've been thinking about that as well - why don't I write as well as I used to.

I've looked at my old blog posts. I don't think I can write like that because I don't FEEL like that. That person who wrote about the Singapore Dream, and life overseas, and experienced that heartache, and moved back to Singapore, in a way, doesn't exist anymore. If he doesn't exist anymore, then how can I write like him?

When one moves on to a new stage in life, one must find a new voice, a new way to express yourself. This voice will be different from the old one, because the old one doesn't live anymore.

I am thankful that for the brief defining moment, those words I borrowed were captured on paper, but there is a time to move on.

Till then, ole to you for turning up! (heh heh heh)

 
At 3/11/2009 5:33 am , Anonymous Tetanus said...

Sometimes I wonder too myself…

 
At 3/11/2009 7:24 pm , Blogger Anders Brink said...

Because the best kind of writing is the one expelling an anger, a wound that not just you feel, but others feel too.

Anger is a very powerful force. But don't tell the people up there know it, lest they organize 3 minutes hate sessions. Orwell understood this.

 
At 3/12/2009 12:45 am , Blogger Tym said...

Thanks for your thoughts, guys (for indeed, you are all guys). I hear where you're coming from.

Meanwhile, I do have this essay to write, so I've gotta keep plugging away at it till I find that voice slash anger slash talent slash ... well, whatever the hell X-factor is missing right now.

 

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