breakfast in bed, serves one only

it has been half an hour since my last cream cheese indulgence....

perhaps now's a good time to look at a lesser evil.

but the crystal ball said so!

The art of detachment is studied and fine-tuned into a reflex, in all its soft, cushion-y glory.

This can't be healthy.

I await with bated breath the day things start splitting at the seams.
My money's on it not being a pretty sight.

The carrots are already cooked

Why do I keep fighting?

Je sais pas!

the end's not near, it's here

Trying to grasp at the brink of youth.
when does it really end?

Il a fallu que je connaisse ce que la vie a de meilleur.

of course i'm bitter, bitch

TAKE OUT THE GARBAGE!


wise words.
(and that's how to cope.)

here's lookin' at you, kid

I refuse to be bitter (status quo is a work in progress!) because in all optimism, i believe the sun will come shining through.

Mostly for the truth. Ugly as it is, betrayal is uglier.
It shouldn't bloody surprise then that it takes a familiar face to pull a fast one on you, given that letting your guard down didn't seem like a necessity then. It really shouldn't be.

And oh no, you're no strong bird. The borrowed doctrines you live by allow you to exploit the greatest deception known to men. You might not leave a paper trail, but insecurity is still pretty popular, last i checked.

Eventually, the last veto you exercise is against yourself.

Go. Have a ball.

Here we've got a class act; a front that appears accommodating, loyal and even sacrificial. Then without a courtesy of warning, they raise the knife. Well, by the time you catch the glint of the blade, it's almost always too late.

Too late to rectify what was a trust bond anyways.

Self-righteousness is not something to be embraced, god knows i'm far from being a paragon of virtue. I can only hope to sail past the grasp of frauds. Judas, you so fucking are.

To quote a dear one loosely, just like how treaties are signed in the hope of containing future aggravation and mischief, we all just have to do it in faith.

Diplomacy? What a luxury! But grace oh grace, how absolutely necessary.

identify your moment of weakness kind of moment

i need me one of those 'Quest for immortality-the world of ancient Egypt' exhibition, baileys bourbon ice-cream, killer sex day (s).

well, before 5th April anyways.

Look ma, something growin' in my head

I plain forgot I missed you. I'd like to say it was something insanely romantic that brought you right back to the forefront but because it was so minute and dangerously inconsequential, I've come to the realization that conscientiously-buried sentiments are the ones that surprise you the most.

It was your frikkin hand. Yes, memories are lethal like that.
No memoria technica needed here.

Nobody comes close anymore. Nobody.

control is not overrated

five long months till i get my chevy.
here's to something i like to think i can control.

Go on, take one to the heart

Almost feels like a mock-transitionary period, paving the way for something massive awesome.

Pre-fabulousness, it resembles a mid-life crisis, but really, I think it’s a stack-up of emotions; undealt with and carelessly tossed in a pile.

It’s a dark, empty period where darkness takes no shape, only to tease in the form of over-hyped promises getting in over their heads.

It’s no longer distaste for the uncertain & the frail at heart, but rather, ascribing to the belief that life is briefer than we think.

That said, patience has never been a trait I could call my own

it might not be love, but it sure is lust

When I look back on the night slash morning,
your hotness overwhelms.




So, stop it with the sexy smoke rings.

please handle with care

After requesting for it, I watched him attempt smoke rings because they’re my favourite. And for a fleeting moment, the love of my life didn’t register nary a blip.

This beautiful apparition did something to my well-worn heart plagued by the haziness of cheap merlot.

To the rest that are or were intending to entrust their hearts, I can’t handle and baby your feelings. Reciprocating seems like a ghastly option and yes, it’s panning out to be a one-sided affair. Because I’m too busy tending to my ailing heart and my plate’s full. and it also makes perfect sense.

And all your whims about how love is not to be shunned and should rightly be embraced with good faith is starting to make me think I’m not the only fool around. We are all circus freaks. Wearing our hearts on our sleeves.

Not to mention starting to grate on my nerves.

Honestly, if I had my way, you should all meet because I’ve gotten weary of playing the part of middleman - of complete acceptance of love and debilitating fear.

If we're lucky, someone might learn something.

these electric dreams

You chose peace over me.
How, in all sanity, did i think i could fight that?

We conveniently forget that only settles your waking hours.

god you're lame.

Love.



pfft.

On a sidenote, i had the loveliest, most surprising evening, with cheap merlot thrown into the mix and i felt something i haven't felt in the longest time, and definitely wasn't expecting to.

i say, thank you for turning the day around.
You had me at hello. and there was nothing cliche about it.

split screen sadness on steroids

I am in love and it’s overwhelming.

It’s possibly brought out the very best and worst in me. Because how could I learn forgiveness and royally screw the ones closest to me?

Looks set to be a long dark journey right down the rabbit hole. And I don’t think I even know how to pace myself.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this sorry.
And it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that, all the nutella cupcakes in the world isn’t going to make this right.

noughties must be the most overused word in the tuuuanties

I’m reading all these 30 rock quotes instead of working on writing up these events that will be happening somewhere in the near future or possibly the rest of 2010. I heard dawdling is a sign of brain tumour. I hope it’s just a very nasty habit.
Going off-tangent, i’d like to be remembered as 'the editor that sat on her toilet seat & crafted possibly the most compelling argument on how to multi-task.

That must sure chase the boys away.

It’s crazy how I used to think getting first dibs on what’s what, who’s where and who you like really need to watch meant actually wanting to attend more of these events. But it’s a lot like the opposite sex or relationships in general- spoilt for choice translates to being pressured and you end up picking the one that you will possibly not remember. No stories for the grandkids there.

Anyways, I would like that trip about now. To reminisce, recreate and here’s to something slightly wilder. May the lush surroundings of holiday-town provide an awesome breeding ground for epiphanies.

That will be really helpful.



Okay now I leave whoever is reading this, a quote.

“You have to stuff your heart with steel wool and tin foil. You must be ruthless, you must be absolute. Remember always you are the exterminator, say it!"




Said Jack.