I Walk A Lornie Road

Nigel made a million wrong turns and dropped me off in the middle of Mcritchie today. So I thought, screw the bus, we’ll see where the road takes us and just started walking in the general direction of north. Thought about many things during that odd 20 min stroll with cars whizzing by spewing exhaust. And it was fun. I’m not sure if it was the toxic fumes, but I ended the saunter believing that now, at this point of time in my life, I’m finally on the cusp of something beautiful.

Less than 3 months now.  Slightly less than a year to my imminent departure to the West. And I can hardly wait.

Mastermind

Damn pro la, angmoh. gotta love the epic pause before the last answer, heh.

Daniel Hall

You’re different,  the same stainless steel.  You or what I thought was you, knew me inside out. You were there every step of the way. I can’t forget the way you lit up, like a million different suns and exploded into life when it mattered. The funny thing is that I never really expected you to leave like that.

But you’ll be back again and I can pretend again. Such is the way of life.

Dream About Me

Just dream about
Color fills our lives
Just dream about
Someone else tonight

Aug 09

Michael’s at that trafford place, of all dingy british back alleys, i’m gotta be up at 430 am on my 20th to run 21km and people just don’t keep the promises they make anymore.  schuuweet.

Would have written something earlier, but like why blog when I can just update my facebook status yeah? at the same time, why update your facebook status on facebook when you can do so on twitter as well? And if you’re pissed, down in the dumps or just plain sad, why bother with elaborate laments and tear stained poetry, just post up on FML.com..where people can affirm that yes! your life is screwed! Lastly, why even go the whole nine yards and meet a girl, attract her as she attracts you, date, consummate the bliss one fine night with the waves crashing against the rocks outside your seaside villa, and well..just ask her ‘ can I tap that?’ off the bat, and post her response at www.canitapthat.com!

e-life is amazing. (likes this).

Oh yeah,  nice neil gaiman (i’ve just finished The Wake.  Gonna get Endless Nights and the Death miniseries once i’ve re-read everythin 5112491243 times) , 2005:

“In the meantime I signed lots of things, and have decided that the people of Singapore I’ve encountered so far are, on the whole, friendly, funny, smart, literate, culturally diverse, and extremely keen on making sure I’ve eaten. Eaten lots, and eaten well and eaten locally. (And incidentally, you have to try some of this. I’ve given you a bag of it for later.)”

and nice nights out in Singapore:

At World’s End

I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn’t that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they’ll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I don’t know. She probably didn’t even know I was there. But I’ll always love her. All my life.

Three Second Epiphany

People should lighten up a bit. It’s funny how we kill ourselves over the things that don’t even matter.

 

Here It Comes

Lift your head and look out the window
Stay that way for the rest of the day and watch the time go
Listen! The birds sing! Listen! The bells ring!
All the living are dead, and the dead are all living
The war is over and we are beginning…

New Post

God it feels good to be back. Nice pristine white walls around here.  And you, yes you, do look beautiful today.

I’ve got almost 5months left till the end. I’d say time flies, but we all know that’s a lie. Time doesn’t fly, it knocks you out cold and vanishes the moment you wake up groggily feeling abject loss . Oh yeah it steals your kidneys too.

My heart’s pretty much all set on leaving for America next year. It also rams itself against my chest periodically telling me to stay. Mom says she’ll definitely cry if I leave. Thanks Mom.

Question: Mass Comm or Journalism?  One’s theoretical. One practical. Both fun things to do whilst finding myself in New York, Evanston, or some place where I can kick back, stare at the setting sun and write a song or two about people finding themselves in setting suns. Or California.

I’m reading Sandman now. No screw that, I’m forging an indigenous, almost congenital relationship with Neil Gaiman’s multiverse. It’s amazing. It’s the stuff Dreams are made of.  I’m at vol. 5 and already I feel like I know these characters, images and themes so well. They’re like extensions of ma soul man, good Lord. Think the Sandman will always be a part of me, and us, till we hear the sound of her wings. (I was floored by that line, only bettered by ‘I am Hope’ *dies*)

I’m walking around in HMV. I close my eyes and pick a cd off the rack. I’ve found Stars, alongside The Dresden Dolls, Sigur Ros, Imogen Heap and the Manic Street Preachers. Maybe you’ll find love, God and everlasting happiness this way too. You make your own memories.

I discovered recently that my motto in life was to live life with no regrets, to be the guy everybody wanted to be, to be the one who was fwoahhhh* inspiring. We’ll see how this goes,starting with this new post marching to the strains of Dakota. I think i’m different from before. I think i might have something else to bring to the table. So take a look at me now.

*ask me. it’s profoundly simple.

Of Me