A drop of time

to do a snippet of catching up

we finally managed to go out.
after 123897574352176253127394809384years.
okay fine, not so long, but it felt that long.
i want to see so many people.
but just too little time.
its always the case isn't it?

then i met des and we walked to esplanade

and saw these dandy pictures

i like. (:

this is the happy side.

and i'm so glad its blue!

then angry side.

its REEDDD.

when i look at it i think

ROARRRRR

they don't freaking trust me.
they think i'm going to be some fucking drug addict.
or some smoker,not that i have anything against smokers, they do.
seriously.
i'm way stronger than that.
i know what is right and what is wrong.
i am not swayed that easily.
i am not easily influenced.
i freaking stand on my two feet.
fuck.

27 (nike) shoes

Starring: nakaleong and his 27 shoes









Seriously, if you think you are a nike fan.
wait till you go to his room.
he has more than 27 sides of shoes.
All of which are nike.

after a really crappy day before,
the refresher was all i needed.
(:

BLUE IS THE NEW BLACK

christian louboutin.
he just makes them so sexy,
you just fall madly in love with them.

right at this moment
i'm having a brain drain
and
a new found fixation for ankle boots
i think i should get a pair soon

What i'd give for this pair of damn fine boots.

right now.
somethings i would like to do.

cycle to ECP,
just to see the sunset,
take in the smell of the sea,
watch the sailboats glide smoothly across the water.

play the piano.
for no specific reason.

have not a thought for the world.
just immerse myself in a good book.

dance and frolic in the rain.
get soaked to the bone.
and have a good laugh.
preferably still in the rain
with anyone special.

seriously.
i just can't get enough of, so close.
its just too beautiful.
the voice.
the words.
the symphony.
the strings and the piano.

hold me in your arms.
never let me go.
i want to spend eternity with you.

It was so surreal.

It was "rat city", not the cartoon kind of rats, but the creatures of the night, cunningly staking out their next theft, those rats.

She and i were transported to that dimension. It was so grotesque, quirky, absurd and bizarre. It was a market like shopping area. People were selling a lot of t- shirts. T-shirts with weird printings, words that did not make any sense, warped and twisted pictures of say a bug head on a human body with claws in one hand and a sneerish look in its flea like eyes with slime and grime on its body, or a pig's head on a spider's body with scissors for its hands and a huge nose ring. All the t-shirts were white, with coloured rims, round the collar and its sleeve. They were in all kinds of sizes with one of a kind designs, if you would even call it a design.

We were walking through, taking in all the sights and sounds. It was all so dodgy and grim. It felt like a black market, and the sight of the streets did nothing but affirm the atmosphere, it was dark and dingy with blaring white lights that hung menacingly above. It seemed like we were in a dungeon that had been the hideout of these people for centuries. And yet it was all so modern. It was very paradoxical.

And we walked, sometimes breaking into runs, half fearful, half fascinated and disgusted. Finally, we stopped at a dessert shop, that is what best describes it. And yet, it wasn't your typical dessert store. It sold only ice-cream. All sorts, with out of the world flavours, like sautéed bottle bug ice cream on waffles, drizzled with mango sauce. After taking in the menu, we finally decided on electric blue berry ice cream served between wafers. It was served crudely, on white Styrofoam plates that glared at us under the strong white light. And we sat there eating, when all of a sudden, i had a feeling it was all a set up, it was all a hoax. The girl with me wasn't a girl who would sit there quietly eating her ice cream. No she was much more threatening and menacing than that. It was all fake; i was set up to it. I can't remember what i did. But she was destroyed. It happened too fast for me to remember, but she was gone.

That was what i dreamt last night, and till now it still resounds very clearly in my mind. It is very unsettling. I dream often, every night to be exact, but i usually don't have such dreams that disturb me so badly. This is worse than a nightmare, at least a nightmare; i know that it was something horrible and its over. No, this dream means more than what i have said, yet i can't pin point what exactly it is.

Her hair, long and black, black as that of a raven's feathers is always let down with hair on one side, pulled back and held up with a hairclip. That is her signature style, it never changes, only the hairclip. Sometimes it is encrusted with crystals, which twinkles under the soft glow of the dimmed lights, or it is polished plastic that gleams whenever she turns. And its there she sits, at her usual spot by the bar, sipping her drink daintily till he arrives.

He comes too, daily, tall, big and stout walking in with the air of someone with vast experience and great knowledge. And everyday, they meet, their tete a tete, the usual rendezvous. Immersed in a world of their own, their conversation spans on for hours at end, only to be interrupted by abrupt orders for fresh drinks. And everyday like clockwork, they will leave at the same time. Same time but never together. It’s always him, then her, like an unspoken rule shared only by the two of them.

After he leaves, she sits there, just a little while longer, finishes the last bit of her drink, picks up her purse and heads out the door. And as she sets off down the road, back to reality with the setting sunrays bouncing off playfully her long black tresses, she too leaves that daily secret chapter, only to return to it the following day.

Just when i think i can make it
It feels like i can't
And when i feel like i'm suffocating with things
i think i can make it
Oh gawd
Its the accounting
Its like my depressant medicine
I need an anti depressant for that

Someone give me prozac now
I'm doing accounting
PRONTO!

if you think about it

" tender, milk-fed veal suateed in natural juices and topped with succulent chunks of lobster"

is exactly the same as

"meat from a baby calf that was kept anemic to make it tender, then slaughtered, cooked in blood, and topped with the flesh of a crustacean that was boiled to death.

food for thought
(no pun intended)

sometimes i just wish i could like go and die
and then i realize how stupid i can be
cause i only think like that when i do accounting
dammit
i am not even going to be an accountant
i will be employing accountants to do my accounts
i won't be doing it myself
of course not
i'd go bankrupt if i do so
it'll be like the next enron or something

I've fallen out of love.
That is something i think is ludicrous. How do you fall out of love? Or even stop loving a person. By saying so, isn't it implying that love is quantifiable? But how can it be?
I thought love is infinite. Maybe then what you thought is/was love was never love to begin with, but just your perception of what love was. Maybe it was just an extremely strong liking, but not love. Sometimes, i think people should think more instead of making such sweeping statements such as i love you, unless you truly mean it.
Love should never die out, cause it is infinite, its forever, you can't love one day and not love another day. Its not something that should be toyed around with, cause the emotions encompassing love are so intertwined that it might just destroy a person.
Love can do wonderful things.
The lack of love can do the adverse.

Yesterday was so fun. I hope i get more days like yesterday. It was a good day. A nice one. I learnt new things! I love learning new things, things that would not be obsolete. Things i can actually use and would actually help me. Not stuff that i learn now to forget later. I guess its just what i view as important. But i enjoyed last night. I laughed like crazy. I like to laugh. I like people who make me laugh, more. (: