The night was filled with familiar faces of those she almost forgot. Colors filled her senses with such vibrancy she could almost feel it within herself. Yet, something stopped her and reluctantly she was forced to face her fear. The confrontation lasted only for a moment but the hurt sowed by those few lines still linger, biting her. Swallowing her pride, she laughed and agreed to it. So, you wanted marriage too, huh? So, you said you were hoping against the tide. Well, it didnt take a lot for you to forget, did it? Seems unbelievable the way you portray your delicate self to your friends. The pain you felt thinking you were cheated out of the relationship. It doesnt really matter now, does it? I've seen it all and the memories are fading. And FUCK YOU cos I still had fun.
I waited patiently for a much needed holiday that sunny Saturday. There were butterflies in my tummy as I walked out of the office. It was the end of my Internship, the end of bosses bossing me around like a slave. Yea, I know it was a good experience for me. Somewhat a model of how the situation would be when I start working. Waiting for the ferry ( Tanah Merah terminal) took such a long time and I did buy myself a bottle of Vodka, okay so its Bagel. I just couldnt keep away from DFS store. Went crazy looking at the cancer sticks and liquors. Oh! how cheap they are, making me tear with anguish since I couldnt buy more. Oh! but I could. If only I did.
Asian Dub Foundation 2002 @ Mt. Faber
Welcome to Asian Dub Foundation..... @ Mt. Faber for the Womad festival. The weather was warm with occasional breeze keeping them cool. Anticipating the night, she gazed at them whom she knew. I said hello and you said goodbye... I dont know why I said hello, you said goodbye.
We headed to Bangkok with a terrible hangover. A piece of advice, never go partying or drinking if you have an early morning flight. Especially if you havent pack your bags yet and you didnt go home to collect them. I had to rushed home and hurridly packed
The Sun was shining down on us and our plans. We prayed to the dear lord and lady that it might just stay that way for a little longer. We had to follow our plans thru and just like the dear god and goddess is, they agreed to bestow us a lovely day. We pranced in our shorts and sweaty armpits. We were trying to catch broken dreams and figments of happiness. We were happy.
On a day just like today, nothing gets better come what may. Except, having bagel's smelliness on me.
I've been told that changes are good. The path of fiction has been overly told. I tried to ask Merlin for a bit of help but he said perhaps its time you explore. I turned to Bagel for a bit of noise on an ancient typewriter.
Here's the part two, long over-due.
The plan was to be suayed into beliving a scent she has long since has a distaste for. The outcome was one of loved and joy.
The long awaited trip to her love was here to be taken and challenged. The beautiful moment couldnt be tainted by the words that you uttered in your state of distressed.
They clucked their tongue and gave codes of freight origins.So the date was set to invade missy beer guzzy's dollhouse
The day after and a bad bad come down was there to be embraced. She rejected the thought and think of him whom she grew up with. Maybe some company would keep her fear at bay.
There was nothing much that needed our attention. We were allowed to wander as we please. Releasing our minds from the duality of everyday chores. Accidentally ours, with a few blinking vulgarities and we are all merrily pals.
Wake up to the crisp smell of early sunshine banging down the windows. A bag big enough to fit her and a roaming mobile to connect was all she brought. Bagel was late she thought as she was too early. No fretting was necessary as always on spot, that master always do things right up until her monster rear her head, and then it was sparring and licking tattered wounds.
We indulged in the hot weather by satisfying our thirst, quenching it with a row of glasses. Multicoated, in shapes that would made grandmama in the shoehouse happy.
Cheap Thrills & Cheap Thrills Pt. 2
With no pennies in our pocket and no one in our tree, we went in search for the white light.
No anticipation was necessary as without planned, all plans follow through.
Glowing ourselves red and white 2004
Celebrating the joy of our nation liked common patriotic citizens do. We cheered with the usual slang and attention.
We Are Only Kids Growing Old 2004
we argued and wrestled with our claws and teeth. We bite and were bitten but those playful hatred turns to glitters when we step into bigger shoes. We are definately growing.
We talked too much that I felt the wings to fly. We discussed too much with ample dreams over flowing, like molten lava. So we decide to jump onto the next chance given. And the sun congratulate our persistance with golder shower on a breezy evening.