Another one of those crazy dreams.

I was strolling along the bank of the Thames,
But the weather was like Singapore's.
Leaned on the railings to stone,
And noticed two ends of the railway tracks,
Sticking out along the banks from tunnels,
About 6 metres above ground level.
It felt normal for a while,
Like it's been there everyday of my life.
Suddenly a train jetted out from a tunnel,
Stopped short right where the tracks ended.
Phew.
Then it reversed,...
And suddenly charged with full speed ahead,
Diving into the river with a huge splash.
I got drenched, naturally.

Welcome to the newest roller coaster ride,
At the beloved riverfront.

I felt really sucky.
No one asked how I was,
So I didn't tell.
Guess I'm kinda over it now.

Is there anyone,
Who will spare some time,
Just to listen?

Actually...
Don't tell me the answer.

Before I forget,
Thanks, May,
For being the only person,
That trunkcalls me regularly,
Other than my parents.

Jane & I had dinner at Momo yesterday.
Man, what a great place it was!
Check out Momo here.

California,
Watch out!

And the Campanella dinner awaits...
:D

Something learnt from YT :

Physical Beauty,
Can often be a liability too.

I forgot to tell everyone:
When my friend the ex-'college drop-out',
Dropped into school again,
The wandering-buddy dropped out.

Ridiculously,
The bill from NUS came in.
I didn't even go for matriculation & balloting!

So I have sent in a withdrawal letter,
That officially pulls me out from Masters.

So YT has been teasing me often enough,
About the girl who is in school,
Whom I could have seen almost daily,
If only I went back.

Van used to tease me about her too.

I think people only tease me,
Because everyone knows,
That it is a case of Misson Impossible.

I didn't plan to blog,
but an event on the tube changed my mind.

Tube from Tottenham Court Road to Whitechapel,
Was in the drifting world of my own,
When I heard salsa drums & cheers,
Down the right end of the tube.
Two girls were happily dancing away,
While one of them played the drums.
Everyone was quite amused.
It came to an end rather hastily,
And the lady on my left told the man with her,
'Oh I wish they'd play it again!'
The man walked towards the group,
And spoke to the boy drummer.
Suddenly they cheered and shouted across,
"Happy Birthday, Cheryl!"
And proceeded to the Happy Birthday song,
Then played the salsa drums again,
While the man clapped and danced to it.
The woman seemed embarassed,
By his act & all the attention,
But was obviously very happy.
He came back with a kiss for her,
And a 'Happy Birthday'.
How endearing.
I'm sure this one would be memorable for her.

Weekend in a nutshell -
Dinner & mahjong at Ivy's,
Plus rooftop BBQ at Flat 18.
And Maria is back from Moscow.

She cried.

This isn't how she is suppose to be,
This isn't what she is suppose to do,
She said.
Then she said no more.

Somewhere in between the silence,
That must have lasted ten minutes or so,
My heart threatening to break,
With every faint sob that was heard.

I suck at trying to improve such situations.

Later I learnt,
That she has met this guy,
Who possessed all the qualities
She could ask for.
That sounds very impressive, really.
But 'the timing was wrong'.

Alas.
Why do I feel so freaking strange?

Bollocks.

Mom's wise words ---

There are two things in the world,
That we should not skimp on.
One of them is food,
The other, is books.

Sven's blog about school,
Made me nostalgic.

Just the other day,
A friend was asking me,
To go back to aki school,
So we can hang out together.
The icing to the cake,
Would be the eye-candy,
Who will be so near (yet so far).
Hmmmm.
That actually makes going back,
Sound abit masochistic.

Hang in there, mates.

Svenie,
I'll miss the talk-cock sessions,
At the arts canteen,
At the prata place,
And Coffee Club Express.

YT,
The old SH is gone,
But yeah,
Memories stay.

Not quite an argument,
Because it lacked a specific intention ---
More like an exchange of emails,
Which eventually lost its point,
In my opinion.
Used my favourite line from a movie,
In an attempt to end it off.
But persistent as I am,
I still held on to the last minute.
Alas, I am such an idiot.

An argument is most frustrating,
When both sides cannot see each other's point.
Then again,If there is a mutual understanding,
There wouldn't be an argument.
I think.
In conclusion,
Arguments are a total waste of time,
And also braincells.

So I sat here wondering,
Why am I just sitting here,
Letting time chew my life away,
Wasting my time thinking,
Of everyone & everything else,
And not actually doing something,
For myself,
For my life.

Things need to change.

Special thanks to XY,
For feeding me last night,
With homecooked udon goreng.

A one-hour train ride on Saturday,
Took Thomas, Tori & her friend Marissa and I,
Down to Brighton for Renos' birthday party,
Which coincided with Brighton Pride;
While Bernard 'The Machine',
Cycled 5 full hours from his home in London.
And the peak of his journey,
Was when he had to go up slope,
To 250m above sea level.

After munching on the good food Renos had prepared,
Like the quiche & 'cheesy poofs',
The whole bunch of us went to Preston Park,
Which was filled with tons of fancy dressers,
And large tents playing all sort of loud music,
Thanks to Wildfruit & such.

We decided to leave Chris & Renos alone for abit,
And headed to the pebblebeach,
And laid around in the sun.
Thanks to the cool seabreeze,
I fell into sweet sleep rather quickly,
Until Bernard accidentally threw a pebble,
That hit me right on my temple.
I think I nearly died.

We played some American drinking games,
When we got back to Renos' in the night,
Compliments of Tori.
Laughed alot,
And drank a fair amount.
Expectedly,
I missed Sunday's capoeira class again.

The Europe backpacking trip with Ruth,
Was eventually called off.
No disappointments though.
I'm actually kinda relieved,
Cos this means I can concentrate fully,
On planning my own stuff.

Been doing quite abit of whining,
Especially to myself,
And often also to a half-asleep YT.
How unhealthy.
(The whining part!)
Let's hope this is the last blue post,
At least for this month.

Time & tide,
Waits for no man indeed.
It has been 9 years since I started writing lyrics,
And none has been sold!
The hope is diminishing,
With every grain of sand,
That runs through the neck of the sandglass.

What is worse ---
To stop writing,
Because you know no one would to sing your songs?
Or,
To write,
And have no one sing your songs?

Quarter-life crisis hits again.
And I am made wanderlust.

The new place is shielded by a sparse row of trees,
From the traffic on Whitechapel Road.
There are 3 temporary Dutch tenants,
Who are teaching summer school at the AA.
One designer+ one film-maker + one unknown.
How cool.

At night when the cool wind blows,
The sirens from the A&E department,
Of the Royal London Hospital,
Also comes in through the windows.
A little noisier than expected,
So I'm glad I am not a light sleeper.

Can't wait to settle in properly,
So that I can throw a small garden party.

Like expected,
Housing issues are now in place.
Found a Victorian house in Whitechapel,
With quite abit of character,
Right beside the Royal London Hospital.
What's more,
It comes with a house of people,
Doing architecture & art!
I love randomness.

Can't remember much details of the place,
Cos I viewed it half-drunk,
After the Soho Pride drinks on Sunday evening.
Pictures will come once I settle in.

Yang was positively surprised.
'How did you manage to find a house,
Just in two days?!'
Colin coolly replied,
'This is London, you know.'
I couldn't have said it better myself.

Housing issues.
But nevermind,
What will be,
Will be.