Last weekend.
I was reminded of what 'Good Quality' means.

Air.
Water.
Light.
Food.
Rest.



And yes,
The sweet couple,
Who gave me warmth.

Happy long weekend.

Yesterday night,
I told my Mom I wanted to become a man.
I was surprised how it was so easy,
Then I woke up.
Yes, I was dreaming again.

* * *

While you were away,
All your friends grew up.

From those girlish giggles and awkward outfits,
To those delicately plucked eyebrows,
And smiles packed with feminine charm.
From those loose T shirts and baggy jeans,
To neat suits and shirts, and sometimes ties.

It seems like it has only been awhile,
But somehow
Somehow
Everyone grew to become
The man or woman they wanted to be.
Everyone else.

Life on Credit begins today?

Credit card finally came.
Just in time for hard disk revival bills,
Which I presume will come in about 1-2 weeks.
Honestly, I hate living on credit.
Because I think it is a blackhole of temptation,
That one can get sucked into darn easily.

Considering the balance in the bank account,
Maybe I should pass the capoeira workshops...
But it only happens once a year...
*dilemma*

Agent from DTZ (to architects):

As cruel as this might sound,
Tenants don't want interesting spaces,
They want regular large spaces.

The girl I used to have a huge crush on,
Stars in this movie called 5cm,
Soundtracked with a song I love.

She still looks as gorgeous,
As the last time I saw her.

The last few minutes of this movie,
She speaks about herself.
Then I remember I totally dug her accent,
Even though now it seems to be peppered,
With some of those American stuff...

Saturday's Royal Spotting at Windsor.

(Yes, the dude on the left beside the door is William.)

(In a thick Irish accent)
"Because your hard disk is old,
We have to order a special part from USA,
Therefore you will have to wait for the recovery."

"Oh that is OK. But is there an extra charge?"

"That would be about £50 extra."

"Uh, can I not recovery my data then?
Because that is beyond my budget."

"Oh. Wait let me check. "

- 2 minutes later -

"Ok we will charge you £25 for it,
But we cannot go any lower,
As the part actually costs US$75."

*calculates*

"Oh well, ok then."

Memories ought to be luxury goods,
But somehow in my case,
The elasticity for them is so low,
They seem like basic neccessities.

So it is true that if you are not in the country,
People have less desire to be your business partner.

Don't put drinks by the window.

The base of the Evian bottle,
Looked like it was reflecting light off my post-it.
Upon a closer examination,
It looked a little more green than yellow.
Curiosity got me cutting up the bottle,
Swiping the inner base with a kitchen towel.
ALGAE.
In the bottle I just drank from.
I felt sickly green.

I often think about death.
How would it feel like?
How would I feel after I die?
Would it be like those moments,
You know you are awake,
But you are just lying in your bed,
With your eyes closed?

I dreamt about a 'cleansing ritual',
Where by a group of us,
Jump off buildings and die,
By a variety of methods,
And then resurrect.

I jumped off the 3rd floor,
And was killed by rotating blades.
Though I could feel the blood shooting out,
There was no pain.

Then I woke up before I could resurrect.