a friend had suggested that the solution to my earlier problem abt the 3 girls is simply coined in the phrase: menage a trois. go figure. haha
i find the tshirt bra extremely sexy. maybe its cuz of the sexy model, well then, the advertisement must have succeeded. but then again wouldnt it be nice to wake up to someone in your business shirt and tshirt bra. unless of course you realised you arent in your house or your girlfriend's house. then we might have some difficulties unless your significant other is into menage a trois. haha it really is a nice word to say.. french is so beautiful. let me say that again.. menage a trois. you can almost punctuate that with a kiss.
i feel like disappearing. taking a short break to reflect and reaccess certain things. my life is losing its meaning. im being driven into and endless routine. i feel that i am rotting in more ways than one and i have to stop it soon. only thing, im too lazy to stop it. because ive gotta take leave for this kinda thing, because i gotta first gather enough strength to break out of this routine cycle ive grown so accustomed and comfortable with and go on a short sabbactical.
another french phrase ill like to say now is.. sentes le soleil. bon nuit. i just realised thats sorta like an oxymoron. but you get the idea.
there was this guy at and adidas sale. he picked up a pair of track spikes. he asked if they had his size and if he could wear them out. the sales man tried telling him they are meant for the track. he stubbornly says its really nice and cheap and he would like to wear them out. i find it very insulting and stupid. its interesting to know that had i been born before the 1st of march my name would have been benjamin suen. my parents had smtg goin on with their friend. whoever gave birth first would name their son benjamin. what a revelation. had a wonderful conversation in starbucks today. from recce tanks to einstein to philsophy to anatomy of the female body and how it works. wicked. i think we were talking too loud. learnt a few scientific things from my man santosh, relativity and dimensions tot he 5th degree haha. and i saw my eye candy today. a quick glance. but she is with someone now. bleagh.
psychology, philosophy, economics. also known as PPE sounds like something i want to do in university.
but i can feel it. i still can feel it. cant hear it, touch it, see it. but there is something.
tell me why do the kisses i get feel wrong. they dont feel warm. they dont feel gentle. they are not sweet. i dont linger on them or desire them.
as i sat on my chair i thought i felt your hands on mine. while i slept on my bed i thought i felt your warmth cuddled within me. when i got out of bed the only tangible thing i could see were 2 wet marks on my pillow. its been awhile. i thought you died. i thought you killed yourself. what am i to do.
put this moment aside for today. it is but a moment in my day.
And I'd give up forever to touch you 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be And I don't want to go home right now And all I can taste is this moment And all I can breathe is your life and sooner or later it's over I just don't want to miss you tonight
what love? where is it? i cant see it, i certainly cant touch it, i can hear it in words but words are easy. so what love are you talking about?
how does he touch you? rougher than you. do you like it? sometimes. how does he kiss? different from you. do you like it? yes. was he better than me? silence. does he turn you on? yes. do you desire him? yes. slept with him? yes. where? there. where? on that bed. the same bed we made out on the first time? nods. was it good? yes it was fucking good. we are having a fucking good time with each other. his kiss is sweeter and he is fan fucking tastic. thats the spirit bitch. now take your things and fuck off from my house.
a scene from the movie 'closer' ok perhaps not that accurate on the lines but the gist is there.
useless fact. u burn 26 calories in a passionate kiss. there are 25 calories in a hersheys kiss.
there's this girl's face i cant get out of my mind. angelic. there's another girl's voice i feel so comfortable with. there's another girl's kiss i cant get out of my lips.
what a mess.
i won a pair of shades worth 200 bucks today in an adventure race. i was in a fantastic team. thx guys. thats what u get when u mix the cross captains of 2002/3 and a vice captain and not to mention the sportsgirl of the year 2003 together: 2nd place out of abt 50 teams. sweet, WHO'S YOR DADDY! saw the climbing adventure people there too at the rock climbing wall. whole body aching but it was worth it. kky was impressive. great to have dzarrin around again. and dennis, respect, you got some guts. hope its my turn soon. when i get the chance. angel eyes. oh and i suck and canoeing.. we went zigzaggin all the way to clarke quay.
im a model now. more reason to gain weight and tone, buff up. perhaps i should i try jumping up and down till i grow taller. 180 is soo far away now. checking on my life, i say it going quite well now except im rather broke. the ipod 20g i got to replace my stolen mini set me back a couple of a hundred dollars. bleagh.
lemme see, there was at sentosa 2 weeks in a row, there was zouk, birthdays, the race, shoots, sheesha, stayovers, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, divine screaming songs like vindicated and only one, clothing sales, friends, friends and more friends. ill say its been good.
then there was this point at sentosa where the guys were playing volleyball and i was seeking shelter in a lil hut alone taking care of the bags. plugged in to my ipod. my gaze shifted to the sea. and i unconciously started counting the waves that hit the shore. and they were saying i love you each time. lap, lap , lap, each wave. thank goodness someone came and threw a rugby ball to me. score, 4-3 to the juniors. damn.