Curtain call, the crew of Neverland, sets 1 and 2.
We’ve get things sorted, cherry favoured and french kisses. I am the frantic of booze and girls, numbers and words, shattered dreams and top sales person of the market.
Seventeen Wednesday, Nov 4 2009
Uncategorized 10:59 pm
Deja vu.
There was once a little girl who had a big woman caged in her. The big woman came out once in a little blue moon for her cigar, love-making and vulgar fun. She never stepped out of line though, till she met this big man who had a silver tongue. His intelligence attracted her, like bees to honey and honey to hotcakes. Why, the same tool was used to manipulate and turned tables time and again too. Big woman decided to reign over little girl, little girl decided to take the back seat. Little girl faded into the background, slowly but surely.
And now, the big woman has became tired. Big woman wants little girl to return, the switch of roles and the love of self.
twenty seven. Wednesday, Nov 4 2009
Uncategorized 10:50 pm
The scales have changed and it takes new calculation to derive at the precise figures yet again. Foundations need to be firm and strong to meet the sky scrapers’ demands. There are lines we had vowed not to cross, “Cross my heart!” we had exclaimed in impromptu unison. But end of the day, we made good choices to declare those promises as air. We are greedy, ambitious and selfish – each man for himself, you had taught me well.
Thank you.
Raunchy Wednesday, Oct 28 2009
Uncategorized 7:47 am
It takes a wee bit of time for one to get accustomed to nudity at playtime. Embodiments might not be sculpted to perfection, but seduction is still effortless. In a beast-like manner, we see pieces of whatnots collide with ground zero in an assorted cute mess.
“Or it’ll never end” Sunday, Oct 25 2009
Uncategorized 11:51 am
We are strangers to ourselves, little are we aware. There’s a lack of rationality in our actions often. Stop, drop and walk on. Life-shattering events always occur with no cue and it’s only time after will we seek reasons to explain post-situations. Experience, it has been said to be our best teachers. Timeless advice for the unrest. It’s not about finding plausible explanations for severe negativity in our lives, it’s about facing pessimism with optimism.
Don’t listen to them talk, turn a deaf ear and make choices that might be wrong. End of the day, you see yourself a better person.
MISS SINGAPORE UNIVERSE 2009 Sunday, Oct 25 2009
Uncategorized 11:38 am
I died watching the youtube video on our dear Ris Low. I mean, what kind of a person speaks like this?! Fortunately, she isn’t representing Singapore anymore..
Final note Saturday, Oct 24 2009
Uncategorized 8:06 pm
It becomes increasingly vivid that the petty heart wouldn’t let things rest just like that. The heart craves for odd surprises light on the wallet, too many passionate kisses, self-initiated bear hugs, violence behind the shower screen, sweet treats for the soul, a bit of Chanel, chilli, imprinted paw prints, responsiblity checks and dependence bankruptcy.
We cannot just forget because things became past tense, we are not computers like that. We go through no precise formatting process and do not come with adorable little folders to categorize our rationality and emotions. We have to learn the art of acceptance, the beauty of history and the nagging need in us for love. We might think that we fell in love one time too many. It is but a delusion blinded by acute similarities and lust. We are looking for are the perfect partners who would never grow exhausted of pacifying our needs and of whom, we would be more than willing to put their needs before ours.
We are supposed to be complements, why, opposites attract.
Whatnot Thursday, Oct 8 2009
Uncategorized 10:31 am
It’s a taboo penning down what to be achieved. They say, those who fail to plan will fail. But i say, planning brings out the procrastinator in me.
Because i can get afraid Wednesday, Oct 7 2009
Uncategorized 5:05 pm
Morning dew, white girls, burnt ashes, faulty parallelism, sorry lust, Japanese food, burdened woes and take-away dreams.
I refused all petty offers, generous wages and hiked bonuses. There’s no wonderlust in the premise of you and i, no wonderlust. We like the aftertaste of our last supper, we like the prospects of no work but play and above all, we adore the thought of isolated dimension. They had told me one time too many, dusty frames and yellowed mirrors, you only fight for yourself.
Why, trust no one.
