7 days and counting

sitting and eating a glorified over-priced tuna sandwich, i sported a long face and felt nothing but sour bitterness. nothing seemed to be going right, from the bloody base of the lemon yoghurt cheesecake that crumbled and fell apart, to having to drive to work in such slow moving traffic that i barely had to graze the accelerator. i'm looking forward to a good game of tennis today. geez, i actually miss the wall in kyuem that i could storm off to whack some balls whenever my blood was set ablaze.

oh how profound.

I don't believe in love. even if i do, i would never want it to be with you. you would tear my heart out, poke a few holes in it, then put it back in. he says to me.

Fragment of imagination

drifting in and out of delirious sleep, i'm not quite sure what was said and what wasn't. what was fact, and what was fiction. the incoherent mumblings were intepreted by my restless mind. my restless mind that was multi-tasking in parallel worlds of reality and slumber, concurrently. outside, lightning struck followed dutifully by the low rumblings of thunder to accentuate my disturbed, perturbed state. was it vulnerability, gibberish or just a fragment of my imagination.

sound advice

"Do not unnecessarily keep touching your body parts"...briefing on prevention of the H1N1 flu after a colleague was infected.

just keeping it together

over a bottle of scotch, we explored theories and analysis. the conversation swung from deep and meaningful to childish banter. ahh, the typical night out. i should have been tucked away in bed nursing my temperature and runny nose but hell no, that's not how a saturday night should be spent. now i suffer the consequences.

Payback's a bitch

so from today onwards, i will be a better person.

never will it be easy

finally i got it off my chest. with struggled breaths, trying hard to choke back tears, the words poured out. funny, how willing i am to fight, to change. my impatience would usually get the better of me, but not this time. infatuation sure is addictive. you sure are addictive. damn.