.dramatis personae.

streets filled with bête noire-s
all searching for their El Dorado-s
all putting their faith in Murphy's Law
walking blinded or blindly walking
six of one, half a dozen of the other

i wanderlust.

stirring friendsters.

0423pm : signed into friendster
0436pm: ponders who to add (or rather hurt, more to annoy i reckon)
0521pm: enlightened by the fact that it may be a good avenue for evangelistic god loving foes to attract the sinners into the gateway to haven
0522pm: invite all god loving friends
0523pm: all invites came back with : "i m on saintster, sorry. your request has been turned down"
0548pm: thinks its all a scam.
0552pm: sends email to lavalife.com's CEO :warning: el cheapo version of your award winning scheme let loose on the net
0558pm: still in doubts why i am doing what i am doing
0612pm: novelty's still not wearing out. dabbling with the lava-ish friendster.
0625pm: very matchmaking.com-ish
0634pm: disturbingly engrossed
0648pm: dinner
0705pm: wonder how successful friendster would be.
0721pm: should be more optimistic
0726pm: disturbed
0738pm: begining to get more entice
0812pm: am sure this is just a passing phrase
0826pm: reckons the current circle of friendsters i am into, arent that interesting
0832pm: RETIRES TO MARTIANSTERS.COM.

IF YOU TRIED FRIENDSTER, YOU WILL ADORE MARTIANSTERS.

*disclaimer: i am not financially or mentally able to sustain any lawsuits or brawls in regards to the above personal views of mine.so spare me. its hard enough living with humans. *

.dreams or nighmares.
a pillow soaked in tears
a dream or rather nightmare
not worth remembering
still cripples into the awaken spirit
cherishing the living
fearing the missing
of appreciation the many
being tossed and tumbled
into my midst
since the summer of 1981

.time.
619am. 715am. 820am. 845am.
come 930am. the sluggish weather greets.
windows washed by the incessant rains
windows dried by the biting winds
windows offering a tainted view to the world

.raincheck.
i miss the sun in sydney
i miss the humidity in singapore
yet i never wished i wasnt here at all
a cuppa one hand. a book on the other.
enough to make any sluggish day a sacred relaxation sojourn

.life.
when everyone's busy with their work. what do i do?
i wished. i dreamt. i fantasized. i realised. i fetishised. i randomised.
i pick the extraordinary from the ordinary.
i mould the best of the hours.
at least i wished i did.
i blanket myself, with relief that
i am living life.

.you. me.
when i said that you were like him. maybe its was an understatement.
days go by. hours fly by. minutes wheeze pass us.
i get tossed by your whirlwind of intelligence.
i get picked up by your unique character.
i am brought into places i never have been.
maybe one day, we would go separate ways.
but for now.
keep your footprints behind me.
leave your fingerprints all over me.
shadow over me.
thanks t.

a day of unproductivity. many shun.
a term. we brand carpe diem.
one term. endless meanings.

the prostitute. satisfies many.
the cop. nabs many.
the baby. cheers many.
the teacher. educates many.
the time. used aplenty.
the time. used in great variety.

some lay in bed.
others lay in coffins.
as the clock ticks by.

some drink coffee.
some pop sleeping pills.
some listen to music.
some make noise.

one life.
many ways of living.

one nose.
many snoring.
many breathing.

one hour.
before i decide to sleep.
and carpe diem.
i think
ma, i did.

till we meet.

peace.

"you wouldnt want me to go down there" GOD
quote on a fridge magnet, melbourne

passions steer the gears of the breathing
gearing the path to the unknown

memories of the times
when many were still breathing
much talking, less thinking
much moving, less gearing
those abrasions of gears
need a drop of greasing
social skills.

clock's still ticking.
are you as living. not merely breathing.
still needing.