conservative exhibitionist

crossing paths
beyond coincidence
matters of consequence
enrapture with your craft

cacophonous like mushrooms
suddenly sporadic
like me you bloom
coherently spasmodic

cognitive dissonance
perpetual inconsistence
this conjuration
an incatation

shiver

lashed by rain two mornings in a row is not nice eh?

shivering beneath the cold air-con.

too cold to listen
too cold to write
too cold to type...

collect two hundred

wish life is easy. u noe, like u're on a good run when playing monopoly. everytime u pass go, u're entitled two hundred dollars from the banker. and then u pick up chance card, or community chess; win beauty contest! or collect $50 from each player

oh well, nice dreams

go directly to jail, do not pass go, do not collect $200
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So take me, don't leave me
Take me, don't leave me
Baby, love will come through
It's just waiting for you

love will come through
- travis

Xenocrates

QUOTE OF THE DAY
"I have often regretted my speech, never my silence."
- Xenocrates

the english patient...

Almásy: And what do you hate most?
Katharine:A lie. And you?
Almásy: Ownership. I hate being owned. When you leave, forget me

Almásy: When were you most happy?
Katharine: Now.
Almásy: When were you least happy?
Katharine: Now.

Katharine: It's beautiful. What's it about?
Almásy: Szerelam means love. And the story, well, there's this Hungarian count. He's a wanderer. He's a fool. And for years he's on some kind of a quest for... who knows what. And then one day, he falls under the spell of a mysterious English woman. A harpy, who beats him, and hits him, he becomes her slave, and he sews her clothes, and worships--
[Katharine starts hitting him.]
Almásy: Stop it! Stop it! You're always beating me!
Katharine: [through laughter] Bastard! You bastard, I believed you! You should be my slave.

garcia and karenina

a couple of years ago...

karenina left garcia. she left garcia for someone else. for two years, garcia thought of her. is she happy? is she happier? is she thinking of him? tots remained as tots. garcia made no attempts to find out; especially not from karenina herself.

garcia turned down woman after woman since then. he believed karenina is the one.

one fine day, garcia wanted to stop bottling up. the bottle is filled to the brim. miraculously, they met. they were happy again, maybe. karenina told garcia that he is always in her mind. and now karenina is havings doubts of her current man.

but garcia realised that he has been a fool. thinking of her for the last two years. thinking of something apparently precious. because right in front of his eyes now, he sees that karenina is just, like any woman.

80's t-shirts

me declare meself a full-blown shopaholic. there is always something to buy every month, at the expense of my savings. wait, wat savings?!

me; HIGH MAINTENANCE.

two things enraptured me:


there's something strange... in ur neighbourhood...


more than meets the eye

wide awake in displacement

seems incumbent upon me to fall asleep at the wrong time and places. wide awake though school and work awaits the next couple of days.

indubitably, i will sleep in lecture(render my attendance null and void). i will sleep while trying to catch something on tv. sleep when trying to read school stuffs. sleep whenever an activity is to my benefit. i slept the whole evening on saturday(oh great!), when it's time to let my hair down.

and now when everyone is asleep, i am wide awake... doing nothing. i know of a few weirdos who will still be awake at this hour. but i see no point in calling them up. futile conversations will only exalt this emptiness.

alduos huxley, george orwell, gabriel garcia marquez, salman rushdie... wait for me, my hands will reach upon thee... regale my mind

the prince

it's good when your friends collect dvds. cos i can watch wit them, haha. and the titles rawks. usual suspects, y tu mama tambien, city of god, the crime of padre amaro etc.

work is taking its toil on me. but i love my workplace. i don't dread to work.

everytime i wake up, i feel like i wanna do EVERYTHING. run, swim, push-ups, dumb-bells. and i wanna read the books that are waiting on the shelf above my bed; salman rushdie's ground beneath her feet, a.s byatt's possession, ben elton's inconceivable, william golding's lord of the flies, palahniuk's fight club etc... at times i can't decide whether to make my coffee first or have a blast on my fag. i'm not fickle, but i just wanna do everything, all at once. *sigh* but leisure time is so hard to come by at the moment.


"Men judge generally more by the eye than by the hand, for everyone can see and few can feel. Everyone sees what you appear to be, few really know what you are."
- Niccolo Machiavelli, The Prince

irritant and irritability

knackered!!!

weekend is never enuff. wish i can adjourn the sun and moon for a bit, but i'm not god. the sun seems to set and rise too fast for my liking.

i wanted to catch up on sleep. it was a real "black monday".i could not remember when's the last time i slept before eleven. but i woke up in the wee hours, and couldn't go back to sleep for three hours. back to square one; lack of sleep.

i realise, we are all irritant and irritable, simultaneously. just a tot. *sleepy, cranky*

missing my butterfly