Careless & Free

And I’m glad to tell the lord that I’m back in my ghostly shell.

Because He himself, he knew he saw. How I fell.

Subtle it was. A soul discharge it was.

Nonetheless. Neutiquam Erro. By no means am I lost.

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Prata & Mucus

A new alias for lunch buddy is eventually required. Redefining the lingo “LOL” in the office doesn’t do it justice as to the funniest shit I’ve heard for a few months. And to think it all started with a bunch of gossipy working aunties and a read-out-loud text. 

Thanks man. For making my day. Now its time to neon-trify the house down on Saturday. Bring on the fro!

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Beauty Of Uncertainty.

Time is eroding at a sloth’s pace this week. To add to the brink full of misery, a chunk of flesh came off my finger while cutting out and mounting advertisements. My only partner in the loser club has deserted me to chao geng for two days. I’m decomposing at a very fast rate now. God bless for facebook and itunes. They are the new Gods.

I’m still fucking thinking. Oh I forgot to mention, my morale just went rock bottom. Some idiot of a person mentioned that I look gay. I hope shouting across Plaza Singapura changed that perspective. Jang-jang-jaaaaang.

Bugger off.

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Poisoned.

It was awesome, though I couldn’t remember half of what happened. As usual, life continues aided with the essence of friendship. Blink. It has already been a month, and my enlistment date horror is dawning with fright yet excitement. 

Oh come what may.

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Unbound This Wild Night.

A film shutter away, its been two fortnights into possibly the crank of my career.

Events spurred on, ghastly and beautiful. I broke out of my gargoyle shell – an inhumane way. Yet this won’t drag me down, with doses of late night chats with hearty wine and olive-pampered cheese. These dear guys are still keeping me sane. Thank god for them.

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