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I am waiting for an arrival, a return, a promised sign.
This can be futile, or immensely pathetic:
in Erwartung (Waiting),
a woman waits for her lover, at night, in the forest;
I am waiting for no more than a telephone call,
but the anxiety is the same. Everything is solemn:
I have no sense of proportions.

- Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse


I'll admit that the theme is a bit off - a cute birdie happily prancing on fallen leaves doesn't exactly fit with "Symptoms of Cretinism". Still, I got bored of the old template, and I don't think anyone will mind because no one seems to visit anyway - which is probably due to the fact that I'm a very erratic poster, in terms of both content and frequency of my posts.

Maybe I'll find the time to add a few things, IF I'm hit with a bout of inspiration and diligence to do so, or if somebody offers to help me. Hah. Fat chance.


I've only noticed today that I've been blogging since 2005 - so that makes almost four years of spewing my crap on the hapless denizens of the net (provided they fall into this cesspool first).

But if there are readers out there who visit from time to time, make yourselves known - leave a comment or something. I promise to try to post more coherent and readable things next time.

Okay. The slug has got to get back to work.


Anonymous said…
Yes, the layout IS off. Lol
Tim said…
Hehehe. This was the easiest to install among the free templates I downloaded. And the earth color is easy on the eyes.

Thanks for passing by, whoever you are!

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I realize I haven't been posting as much as I want to (ha, Captain Obvious), settling for the occasional photo.

Still, I just want to give out a big thank You to the Guy Upstairs, for blessings and what I pray to be good things to come.


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