Le temps n'est rien

Apart from sharing three lovely songs between us, we now share a book as well. A really lovely gift from the heart of a really lovely man, who loves to read out loud in a really silly way. And it just so happens that I love a really lovely man, who loves to read out loud in a really silly way.

A very special moment shared between us tonight, beyond time and distance.

Le temps n'est rien.

Je t'aime Franck.

Officially pissed off.

Thus far, diarrhoea follows after every meal, to the point where I'm refraining from food ingestion as much as possible. This is bad!

Babe said I should probably get it checked, but being absolutely me, I'm reluctant. Yes, I know I should stop being stubborn. Shut up. I'm considering.

And because I do not have a weighing machine, I have no idea if I'm starting to lose weight due to the condition. Because if I am, then that is crazily bad news! Losing weight due to diarrhoea is never a good thing. NEVER.


Other than that, Australian banks are SLOW.

S . L . O . W .


Last but not least, I'm contemplating if I like his new sissy perfume. What a debate.

Dexter

"In case you're using my PSP, there's some other games in my computer in the folder Playstation Portable on the desktop. You might like some of them."


Though it's only a really simple message, I felt really touched. It's not the big bang events or things he does to show his care and concern, but it's in the little gestures which he does, which he doesn't realise has betray his cool nonchalant exterior.

He might be such a rogue at times that I wish he's not in my life, but for most, he's a real sweetheart.

I started this entry with the intention to write a really flamboyant piece about him, but now I'm at a lost for words. I suppose it's really simple in its essence.




I love my brother. More than words can say.

Crazy alley.

Apple Martini

Dragon Tail

Macallan neat

Sour cocktail

Sweet cocktail

B52

Tequila shot

Sambuca con mosca

All within 3 hours, without any food consumption prior to that. Which explains the vomiting and aching lymph nodes.

The kind of load I dump upon my liver, makes me an awful being!

Tsk tsk.

Time to reflect and repent.

I'm flipping you.

There are so much drama going on in my life right now, that it makes me wonder if I'm residing on Broadway.

All these crazy incidents and actions. Childish personals who warped me into their childish world.

Drama, drama, drama.

We seriously need to grow up and get over it.

I'm starting to like . . .

Frisbee.


Fabulous wood oven Frutti di Mare pizza, mind tingling lime sherbet with vodka, a good game of frisbee, idling by the water, and sanding of name by the shore.

Life is good when you feel relaxed and happy just lying on the mat enjoying the sea breeze, and falling asleep while tanning.


I'm in love.

With Life and frisbee.

Sibling love

"I know you probably don't want to hear what I'm about to tell you."

"Then please don't."

"But if I don't, I'm gonna burst! I've discovered this some time ago and it's killing me that I have no one to tell!"

"Fine. Go ahead."

"I don't like to wear bra."

"What the fuck?!"

"It's SO restricting! And it hurts when you take it off at the end of the day, because they have been squeezed into this confined space for hours!"

". . ."

"Good on ya"

Talking to DB only further reaffirm my take on the situation. The familiarity of mutual comprehension and perspectives, only goes to enhance and entice the senses even more.

The following text from Babe stirs the emotions from within. How will I ever find the courage to leave this wonderful lady?

"The second half of the year has just begun. This is the best time to have a brand new start, and dump all the garbage behind! Good luck to the both of us! :)"

The private message from Her made my heart aches with intense longing and anticipation. Just how fast can time flies?


I am right to have stirred clear of the risky territory. The stupid act of crossing the boundary got me into trouble and I can only bear the consequences of the foolish actions. Just what made me crazy enough to sow expectations?

And the least you can do is to be upfront about it and deal with the situation like a real man does. The contradiction between your constant branding of wussy mannerism upon others, and that of the act from you in the moment of truth.

Disappointment is the greatest understatement at this moment.


Being consumed with grief is not my style of dealing with changes, and now it's time to get up and move on. There are many more moments of happiness to erase this insignificant grub.

Just as the conversation with DB.

"Knowing you, you just don't give up easily."

"I'm a fighter, or more blatantly, a weed. Refusing to give up and die."

"So what does that makes me?"

"Greenhouse plant. Given that you prefer your comfort zone."


I'm looking forward to the reunion with the likeminded souls. Of the intellectual fest of cultural differences and political ramblings. Not to mention, the wondrous indulgence of true blue wonky behaviours.

The parks and the river banks.

An all time favourite.

Gone

When the people you trust to protect you in times of trouble leave you to fend for yourself, it tells a lot.

The situation and relation are no longer the same.

It's going to take a while for the laughter to find its way back home.

In the mean time, all you'll get is a vacant soul.

You're right. I can trust no one but myself. Not even you.

Mighty Girlies

When I said I need to get out of here for a bit, it's not because work is stressing me out or that Life is being hard on me.

It is because I need to be with people who know and understand me. The real me.


I need to be with my girls who know my flaws inside out, yet embrace them and love everything about me. I need to be in the company of my girls who love me because of who I am, who appreciate my honesty and at times, bitchiness. I need to be with my girls who loves me, simply just because they do.

With them, I have no qualms with being myself. They don't judge, and I don't pretend. It's that simple.

Soon, the mighty trio will trod the streets together again. Soon.

"Let me love you the way I know best. In the past, in the present, and in the future."