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.

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.

Supernova.

Someday you will find me.

Caught beneath a landslide.

Wrangled Hearts.

I felt the world crashed upon me. Left with nothing with the exception of true good fellas; and a rekindled affection for the beautiful two. As I recalled telling my dear friend, I’m exhausted.

Will this nonchalant side of me ever slip into abyss? Or has it been fused as part of me, as a single thread of soul? The way I picture it, its as though a passing cloud has remained stagnant above that pumping creature; it got lost in the wind.

Oh well.

Rant It Out Loud.

Three days into the week, and I think I’m losing 20 years of my age everyday.

I officially hate hearing the words – Creative, Execution and Visuals. Haha oh well the only thing I’m looking forward to now is Friday…

That line.

An absolutely staggering late night talk with one of a kind. In the heartland of little India, with queer and silent statues towering over you. A flash waved through me, and I was brought back in time to the pulse of midnight Krabi. Glass cupped in hand, the theories flowed through a vacuum. Effortless and consistent.

Oblivious to the buzz, time reached a still. 60 minutes felt like 5, tea tasted like fresh honey. When this extraordinary feeling hits you, you do feel every molecule’s aura of life. Questions were followed by well delivered answers, till the point where the Creator leaves you hanging. Till the point, where The Creator is the Destructor. Take a breath, read the next sentence. “There’s a thin line between creation & destruction.”

Believe it. That sentence, that thin line.

Gosh. The age is really kicking in now.

Just a week ago, it was zouk. As of right now, the crossroads are ever so eminent. You see people in your life extinguished faster than a candle flame. Its too immense to be able to put it down to words. Quoted from an idiot of a lecturer: “Press the pause button”, yes please do that and you will begin to understand how scary it is.

My heart goes out to my mate, unable to get a single fag while under property by the government. My heart goes out to the Indo girl for getting dead drunk, yet again. My heart goes out to the 2 guys who passed away while serving the government. Hah so much for government insurance. Oh the irony. My heart goes out to dear frubs in 3 months time. Please do stay away from booze after your training. My heart goes out to the petite but smashingly crude girl, please don’t end up like Cheryl regarding stress-overload.

You guys do give some love back ya? Soon, I’ll be a no-lifer in a probable 2 days. YES! Nicholas Eng! Second best to Lennard in terms of bumming. It feels good yet horrible at the same time. I left sweet home together with Dad and Amanda. Almost instantly, I felt like a gear-powered robot. There you go, Nicholas Eng has joined the mindless society of work, work and work? Well, technically I wasn’t actually going for work, but yea you get what I mean. I hope you do Wanting.

On a side note, dear babes I’m sorry I haven’t got the time to gaze at you. But look on the bright side, I might be able to get bigger lenses.

Dear December

Oh come forth my dear December.

It will certainly be the time when Asia reels me in. On Foot. It will certainly be the time when God peels off this thin membrane of ignorance and apathy from me. On Foot. It will certainly be the time when I see those few familiar chums who will be with me at the end. On Foot. It will certainly be the time when I complete my personal phrase, “I’ve been to hell and back, then, I saw & lived in paradise.” On Foot.

To the old, and to the new. Cheers my fellow vagabonds.

A Mortal Life.

Years down the road, I began to ask myself.

What is the meaning of life? I believe I’ve got the answer. As of right now, my head is spinning with an unimaginable weight of other questions. I’m still seeking the oracle of enlightenment. Certain days, I do wake up and think, “Am I who I really am?”

Neutiquam erro, pro ea veritas lux mea.

I hope someone can see Life the way I do. Because Life is oh-so sweet.

Pint Of Confessions & More

As usual, late night talks continued. With a surprising guest this time.

Two years it has been, filled with unearthly up and downs. I can justly define the phrase “I’ve been to hell, and I’m back.” Put that aside, it was great last night.

I was totally out of the chemistry of talks about relationships, but its still nice to hear from people. I guess its really mixed emotions after all, you see things you expect to see, what you hear is quite the opposite actually.

Once again, its Me & You; World. Cheers to that.