Kiss-and-tell

To love, with disgust.

lots of them,

The love among them,

terrific,

almost splendid.

They fed each other poison,

loved with their guts,

if only they could exchange gifts,

that of the scent of wreaths.

i am okay,

The tongue,

the gestures,

the glance, 

the stare,

the glare,

the eyes,

you know its definitely,

love.

much of it.

the thought of it,

the sight of it,

the sound of that chaos,

i listen with disgust,

when they squabble of x.

the unknown.

for the unknown.

fight,

eat,

kill,

laugh,

slaughter,

giggle,

suicide

tease,

smile,

die.

its not the end.

of the x.

of the return.

of the run,

of the race,

of the rats.

the ruins.

the reunion.

of the runny yolks.

the charred hearts.

the blurred vision.

i am okay,

but i shall wash myself clean.

of the soil.

the ketchup stain,

the uncleared mess.

i rest my case.

With guns and bruises,

   tn ereffid ni.

care by paying taxes.

Sometimes i wonder,

whether i am who i was.

then, i realised,

i may be someone whom i forgot who i really was.

never mind about the identity crisis.

i think i am having fun,

. . .

its been a long time since i figured. 

long time since i realised.

its a nice feeling,

sometimes,

to be lost in translation.

its okay,

i dont care,

cos its so taxing.

"Life is like a ferris wheel" (FOB, 2009).

The day before, i was so thirsty, after frogging because i forgot my bottle, and i didnt have enough coins to get a drink from the vending machine.

then, i was so hungry, because i woke up too early, and it was too late for breakfast and too early for lunch,

then when i was sitting at home yesterday, i heard a child crying her hearts out,
dying to be heard,

when i was at the traffic lights, i waited, and waited, for 2 batches of cars to see the green light before i got to cross the road.it was one long wait.

i do not know.
i was hungry, i was thirsty, she cried, i waited.

it was all physical.
almost emotional,
nothing spiritual.

i want that thirst,
that kind of hunger,
the plea, the cry,
the long wait.

i want to drink
i want to be filled.
i want to be see,
i want the wait to end.

to see Him.


wait for it.

last summer

Things that were supposed to happen this summer.
go somewhere cool.
get a job, to get some bucks.
laze and loaf.
stay in singapore and not go home so often

Things that actually happened.
went to many cool places,
i realised it was the people, instead of the place. didnt go really far, but went really far, with people, had many talks, havent got enough though. got to realised many things, about people.
decided to ditch the job, for more quality time with myself and give myself the "avail" freedom.
and found cheap thrills, all within budget.
lazed and loafed, and had tonnes of fun.
stayed in singapore quite abit, for the sake of the Poles (http://thepursuitofanurans2.blogspot.com/). Made 42 new friends.


went home more often than i anticipated.