So as it stands true that our given spheres of activity extend throughout time and space in ways we do not fathom or foresee, do you still intend to keep the promises you made to me?

And I'm floating in the most peculiar way,
And the stars look very different today...

.There's nothing I can do.

I've crossed one thousand miles,
I'm feeling very still....

I think my spaceship knows which way to go.

If you tell me you love me very much,
I'll know.

May God's love be with you.

Borey's email hit me hard, shot through the heart. Have I forgotten her? No. I was just too lazy to send off a postcard. And I realise that in that respect, I am a pretty effing bad friend. I don't care to contact people, and will be happy in my little room until someone contacts me. I won't make an effort to keep in contact with someone unless I am riding on an emotional high, the waves of exhileration.

I live in the moment, and I will love madly, in that moment. But when that moment passes by, so do 'we'. And while i am making an effort to break my mold and actually be pro-active in relationships, I live quite happily within myself.

But this doesn't negate love. I loved you in a moment, and then we move on. And when we are here and now, I will love you again. I wonder if I can be faulted for having my relational self dictated by geographical and temporal constraints. Am I held by these cups? Or just plain fucking lazy?

This is especially for Glen, Shubs and Sarah.



nothing less then Oh My God.

For this, I'd relive falling off the treadmill.

OH MY GOD SOMEBODY PLEASE GRAB HOLD OF ME AND MY ENERGY AND CHANNEL ME INTO MODERATION OR INTO SOMETHING GOOD I HAVE TOO MUCH PASSION FLOWING AROUND GOING IN ALL DIRECTIONS TACTLESSLY FORCING MYSELF UPON THE FASCINATED AND MAKING LOVE TO THE MOMENT KNOWING TOO MUCH THE POWER OF THE HERE AND NOW AND THAT THE HERE AND NOW IS ALL WE/I HAVE AND I LOVE IT DEARLY TOO MUCH TOO MUCH TOO FAST TOO FAST I NEED TO LEARN TO BALANCE MYSELF...

or else, have someone here to balance me.

As I said it, to Gladys:

And something cool happened today. I was in Tanglin mall at some up market bakery that sold Foccacia bread for the absorbitant sum of 1.30 a bun. My mother was picking out a basketful for lunch when she accidentally dropped one. The sales girl, (she couldn't be more then 18) was like "oh don't worry! Just throw it away" and proceeded to dangle the bun over the trash when I screamed and intercepted her.

I'll eat it! It's alright!
But it fell on the floor!
Nono! It's ok! It's clean! Look, after travelling around Southeast Asia, you can handle ANYTHING
But... but... (she hands me the bun)
Is this against company policy? (I ask, just to be nice)
uh.. no...
So I can eat it?
Then I'll have to charge you.
WHAT??! But you were going to throw it away!
But you're benefitting! (She's well trained in GP I'm sure)
ok... I'll pay half price for this then.
(she sees my mother which an armful of buns)... aiyah, take it lah.

And I thought that my ridiculous antic was very Fong-esque, so I SMSed him, telling him that he ought to be proud.

Once you get over the pain, you can love clearly.
It's only a matter of time.

Methinks I have too much energy for my body to handle.
*cough*

I don't know much
But I know...
No, I don't know much, at all.

And that may be all I need to know.

Life is unfolding before me, as I solidify and come into being. My fuzzy pre-body rebirthed into confidence and direction.

A lot is going to happen, a lot of journies will be embarked upon, and many beginings celebrated.

Meet me here.