February 2012
6 posts
naked eye
i guess in a way i’m glad that i’ve made the conscientious effort to stand by myself regardless of the conventional doubts and methodologies i’ve been surrounded with . i still hold true to the belief that there is no one omega point to life. everyone needs different things to keep themselves satisfied no matter how many common grounds they share , and at some point during which...
“i don’t believe that anybody feels the way i do about you now
and all the...”
– oasis
January 2012
7 posts
just lost something important to me today. now the chinese new year break is nothing but an icicle of mockery. i’m demoralised , i’m penniless , i’m frustrated and all i really need right now is to coop myself up in the room during the weekends and think hard of a plan B. how am i supposed to celebrate when i’ve got nothing left in me that’s worth rejoicing...
adriotly, he repeated the endless deeds of everyday. but no matter how occupied life has become,there was always a special place of her in him. she was like a distant star, living in her own brilliance. momentously filtering out unwanted moments in his frame of consciousness. and though there was nothing polarizing about her , there was an aching sense of longingness in him for her acceptance. for...
the time is sleeping and the deals are not in , and while i sit behind the alphabetically-arranged files of this boring grey desk , i will continue writing beyond these scars of conformity. ideas so mad that only those who wouldn’t mind fingers pointing at them, sees. and even if one day at any given moment in time , i realised how little i knew of the things around me were yesterday , at...
it’s a sunday morning afternoon and i’m just taking a moment to self-reflect on my weekend life . the things i could have done but didn’t , and the things i shouldn’t have done but did. and now in my hung over state of mind, i’m starting to feel like i need alot of order to put the unruliness of me in place. all these breaking glasses , not remembering what i’ve...
December 2011
1 post
in my momentary nap back in the cab, i dreamt i made a lone trip down to japan with a backpack filled with nothing but a worn down mole-skin journal. men were in business-suits , women in yutaka , kimonos and i think i walked past a bookstore that had weird kanji , hiragana scribblings all over the window where an impish looking man ,standing nearby, slapped one of his brochures onto my face...
November 2011
1 post
August 2011
1 post
June 2011
3 posts
March 2011
2 posts
