my reality: lemons.

Sunday 11 November 2007

lemons.

i've decided to draw on ping's favorite quote:
"when life hands you lemons, make lemonade."

i'm gonna put in so much sugar in my lemonade i'll be diabetic before i'm through.
and i'll put in a shot or two (or three or four) of vater (har har.) just for the fun of it.
and then i'm gonna enjoy it, every last drop.

and i'm gonna try very hard not to think about milo ais.

6 comments:

Bryan said...: four drinks of water will give you an interesting alter-ego.; 11 November 2007 at 22:50
AmbivalentMonk said...: Hahahaha...oh my...what loons we have become.; 11 November 2007 at 23:13
delle. said...: bryan: not if i start early and eat a proper meal first!

sean: we? =P; 11 November 2007 at 23:56
Pinky Tham said...: hang on to the lemon dear.. before you know it, you will get your milo ais. muaks.; 12 November 2007 at 16:12
AmbivalentMonk said...: Milo and Otis? I loved that movie.; 13 November 2007 at 02:32
delle. said...: nope, different milo, sorry. =); 14 November 2007 at 18:02

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"the greatest hazard of all, losing the self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. no other loss can occur so quietly; any other loss - an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. - is sure to be noticed.

thus possibility seems greater and greater to the self; more and more it becomes possible because nothing becomes actual. eventually everything seems possible, but this is exactly the point at which the abyss swallows up the self. it takes time for each little possibility to become an actuality. eventually, however, the time that should be used for actuality grows shorter and shorter; everything becomes more and more momentary. possibility becomes more and more intensive - but in the sense of possibility, not in the sense of actuality, for the intensive in the sense of actuality means to actualize some of what is possible. the instant something appears to be possible, a new possibility appears, and finally these phantasmagoria follow one another in such rapid succession that it seems as if everything were possible, and this is exactly the final moment, the point at which the individual himself becomes a mirage."

- the sickness unto death, soren kierkegaard

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Sunday 11 November 2007

lemons.

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