suffocate

i have been dreaming of people and places with moments that do not fit.
a collage of many jigsaw puzzles with missing pieces and duplicates.
sometimes i do not want the dreams to end.
but that is just how it is.
one never knows what the ending is.

continuously continuing

there is tranquility in my turbulence.
treacherous tragedies
tremendously
triumphed by tenacity.

oh word play is fun.
play = fun?
non?

listening to indiedancegaragesurfrock bands from this decade and millenium.

devotion

to honor and uphold
to abstain and refrain
to reflect and ponder
to conserve and nurture
to struggle to strive to sacrifice

to be ever chaste. to be ever silent.

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Ramadhan Mubarak. Ramadhan Kareem.

xox

been dreaming of incidents of the following day.
thrice this week.
nothing horrendous or frightening or strange.
just stuff of what would happen at work and at social events.
premonitions in dream state?
or just my mind preparing, preparing, preparing,
as always.

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they say : go to the light at the end of the tunnel.
i say : observe the intricacies of the darkness,
and appreciate that all five senses are still in function.

listen to the carpenters.

: of hand-written notes and my vitamin consumption in my kitchen :
don't bother. don't care.

: of monkey shape-shifters and invasion of vampires in the backyard of some house. : true blood, much?

"if i jump, will i survive?"
inception 2010. (my second movie of the year)

you say, "jump."
i say, "please do."

listen to kate nash (circa 2007) on repeat mode.

: I. for a primary school it was huge. there were more than four blocks and twice i was almost late for class and i had to run in the rain. :

: II. hung out with miss s.j. her apartment was down the road from where i lived. then i offered to accompany her to an ikea convention and a rolex exhibition. :

: III. there was  a hole in my bathroom wall and children wanted to go through it as a shortcut but i managed to plaster up the hole. before plastering, i smacked a boy and pulled his ear cos he walked through while i was about to have a shower. :

:IV. pink shoes. there was a brand new pair waiting to be worn and i wondered which outfit would go well with them.:

when was the last time i dreamt of pink shoes? seven years ago? gosh.

listen to army navy.

bigmouth strikes again

invaded and conquered
constricted and constrained
devouring every inch
you no longer can refrain

what is your choice of weapon
what is your choice of fear
what is your choice of defeating
what you once cradled so dear

a huge masquerade is paraded
displaying the frolic and farce
victory and applause demanded
no matter how meager nor sparse

cloaked in your own delusions
bathed in your filth and remorse
more rounds of cliched tragedies
without waiting no stutter no pause.

*curtain calls*

xox

prime

on the sixth of the sixth,
a moniker was decided to be reminded
of a moment or an era.

this year,
under the turbulence of good food and company,
the sixth was just like any other.
like a fifth or a thirteenth or twenty seventh.

but of course,
time can be tricky.
and it can contact its faithful servants : nostalgia and flashback.

the sixth may have past
but it was still celebrated
and held sacred.

like once upon a time.

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greysweater/gryswtr turned eleven.
and i have never had a better audience.

listen to bohemian rhapsody.

xox