No Such Thing.

This is the most beautiful thing I've heard in a long while.

Central Ambiguity.

Last night I dreamt I was trying on perfume. I remember saying a few of the scents I was given were very average, then the sales girl asked me what would I prefer and whether I like Dior Fahrenheit.

Don't recall much else. It all flooded into my head as I was turning at the Green Lane roundabout.

As for the Melaka trip, don't really feel much like blogging about it. The company t'was alright. The trip itself left a lot to be desired. Advice: Never go to A'Famosa Resort no matter how cheap it is. It's shite.

About the best thing I got out of the holiday was learning how to play poker. I like picking up random skills. Unfortunately, I soon get too bored to hone them. So I end up having a decent repertoire of skills I'm none too competent at. In? Damnit, grammar.

Sudden craving for mushrooms and aged cheddar.

Hopefully I'll be able to play Dragon Age tomorrow. When it finishes downloading. Hopefully.

Hope is the thing with feathers, Emily Dickinson wrote. She neglected to wrote the wings were shot full of bulletholes. Just something that popped into my head.

The Star Wars universe has become so needlessly expanded. Who needs Cade Skywalker, a descendant of Luke Skywalker, a thousand years after the Battle of Yavin. And he's a bounty hunter, a rogue, a delinquent. Cool, obviously this is not a set-up in any way for him to cast aside his misguided ways and embrace the Force ala Skywalker tradition.

Obviously not.

JonKit is stuck in the middle, so his MSN says. Previously this was "You're stuck in the middle" as a reference to Michael Jackson's "Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'". This change is obviously intentional and as usual with his names contains some kind of subliminal meaning he will not share with you even if you kiss him on the mouth with a bit of tongue. Not that I've tried that.

Remind me again what I'm doing with my life.

Hyper Music - Muse is such a kiss-off song. Appropriate, I suppose.

What is the deal with pretty girls? I've met my fair share. And known some. And one beautiful. Underlying all that confidence is the insecurity that everyone wants them just for sex.

This, in most cases, is true.

However, that doesn't mean there isn't more to it than fucking.

Asked a couple fellers out to Sunset later. I expect a no. (*edit at 11pm: just got told no*) Kelvin doesn't really say yes to these things most of the time. When he does, he goes crazy when we get there, in his way. Doubt Blang wants to go either. What a bleak view of friends. But hey, at least I'll feel great if they prove me wrong. That's good!

Things needed saying? Where are they? What are they? I've not heard anything yet. Or anything at all.

Well, they all run off eventually.

Inevitably.

just to spit it in your face.

YOU KNOW THAT I DON'T LOVE YOUUUUU

And I never did.

There must be a hole in my head where all the stuff comes out and leaves me vacant

First things first.

We lost. Got over it already.

Now...

I'm heading off to Melaka tomorrow. Be on the night bus. 11.30pm. Arrive around... whatever god-forsaken early morning hour the next day.

Staying at A Famosa. With friends from Inti Engineering.

Honestly, I don't remember much about Melaka the last time I was there. I was 10? I think. I don't recall anything except the chicken rice balls.

Father mentioned I should bring guitar to Melaka. Or Malacca, if you will. I have not repaired or bought a new guitar since the Foo Ming Wei incident of 2007. Hence, acoustic still lacking low E. Decided against asking JonKit since conversation will invariably die, anyway. Like a drowning rat.

*Paranoid Android - Radiohead starts playing*

Also, most of them would not know the songs I would play.

I remember how you mentioned you teared up as you heard the song playing out from an open balcony.

Reminded you of me.

I think I shall bring with me my black book. To write things in. Should I feel like.

Just been red boxed 4 times in a row on MouseHunt. Brill.

Wish Dragon Age: Origins would download faster. All 7.77GB of it.

I do not really have much to say.

Should be more driven. (by what, exactly?)

Nothing to say anymore.

Anyone listening?

More fouls should be given against Didier Drogba just for the comedic value of his reactions.

I now give a shoutout to all the women and men and strange creatures who love me.

and the unborn chicken noises in my head.

Peace out bye.

Well I Wonder.

He leans against the balcony rail, head in one hand and the orange glow of the cigarette in the other.

He thinks, how sad is it that one of his better friends talks more to his ex-girlfriend than he himself does. Not that conversation was ever the strongest part of their friendship.

Though conversation was, with her. Currently about as dry as a menopausal woman, so it goes.

He considers this. Then grunts.

There are better ways of wasting time, all things considered.

He takes a last puff of the cigarette and flicks it off the balcony, savouring the last wisps of smoke.

With a final casual rap on the rails, he walks back inside.

Dirt Off My Shoulder.

I love how easy it is to not give a fuck about something after blogging about it.

So damn easy.

The Remains of the Day.

Paulaner.

Like all delicate things, I'm going to just it stew.

Going out now for an alcohol-infused night.