Sweet untouchable you
You gave me the runaround
All you say and what you do
picks me up and leaves me hanging

Sweet unthinkable past
How you jog my memory
I knew, I knew it wouldn't last
'cause you keep on pickin' me up and leaving me hanging

Sweet unstoppable you
Send my system crashing
All you say is not what you do
You just keep on pickin' me up and leaving me
Keep on pickin' me up and leaving me

Cruelty by Kosheen

Every time. Every fucking single time. Why do I fucking bother?

In my sweet memories, there was a night. The setting was a beach. Characters, there were 4. There i was lying on the sand with Ben and Alice in between us. The 4th was Charlie humming to himself a song stuck in his head while strolling blissfully along the shoreline. Close-by was the party of people still rousing from the reverie of the past hours. The morning ocean breeze freezing us from the tips of our hair to the ends of our naked feet. I whisper an inside joke into Alice's ear, making her chuckle her infectious laugh which I had personally seen to have stolen several hearts since the day we met a long time ago. Lying down, I could just imagine Ben's with-held violent urges to kill knowing that I had amused 'his' girl and I could only smile. He tried his own attempt at the same and I had to clench my teeth to stifle my laughter when Alice raised two of her dainty fingers into the sky and shaped the letter L. How could you not love her? Suddenly we hear Charlie speak/slurring words a few meters away.
"Guys, you wanna go back. I need a drink so badly, man."
"Charlie, firstly honey, you're already drunk..." Alice starts, and I couldn't resist completing her sentence.
"And secondly, we're over here. Dude, you're talking to a tree."
And there we lay together enjoying the last remaining darkness, welcoming the new year's sun.
- based on true events. Names have been changed so you can deny it.

Sitting at the airport, letting the time pass. Came 2 hours early to squeeze in some reading. Terminal 1 ain't that crowded these days. Met a dude from Zimbabwe who complimented on my gear. I didn't understand his joke though. Sometimes, you just nod and smile I guess. Can't say I wasn't a gracious mascot. After picking them up, we went to Newton Circus for an early morning...meal? (after dropping off their tons of luggage of course) And I gotta tell ya, the night/morning life there is Hott! Presumably the post-clubbing crowd. The girls were really dressed to party. No pics though, that would have been plain suicidal. And I couldn't expect any help from the 'Jiwang Bujang Lapoks' at the next table. Talk about midlife-crisis. Balik rumahlah, Pak! Sekejap lagi dah nak Subuh. Mabuk camne nak solat? Fuckers.

....quote of the day "I'm a decent boy, I don't know anything."

Something about rain that soothes an aching soul, breathing new air into your lungs. I was never a good forecaster of the weather. Hell, i'm one of the last people to realize its even raining, if you know what i mean. So I got caught in the rain today. Hence I gave up on my headphones and decided to embrace the downpour in its full splendor. One thing I had loved when I had stayed there in the East was the long walk to my aunt's place. People probably thought I was nuts smiling to myself while walking in the rain in my wet bright red t-shirt and brown pants that looked as though I had wetted myself from bottom up. Actually, I felt that the rain truly brought life to the otherwise retirement community. All of a sudden, everyone's moving at an increased pace. It had seemed that even the vehicles were driven at a higher speed to take advantage of the puddles on the roads. Moving against the winds injected a dose of adrenaline I guess I had been lacking for a while. Thoroughly exhilarating I assure you.
So if you ever found yourself being held back from your destination by a heavy downpour, why not just go for it? You might actually learn something new about yourself, or otherwise. Anyways, I don't think the torrential rains are going to dissipate anytime soon. And if you're ever looking for company, you know how to find me.
....between an owl, a princess, a crown and lola.

Haven't been particularly inspired lately. Nothing much happening. Just preparing to kill myself for the upcoming exams. Hence nothing much to blog about, which kinda negates this entry in the first place. However if you're bored and have 6 minutes to spare, watch this video. It's written and directed by Jason Reitman, the new prince of Indie-Hollywood. Hilarious. Cheers.