i feel as if he's tilting my world and i’m trying to catch all my things from sliding downward. i’m running around trying to asses which ones i should let go and which ones i should try to save first.

"Happiness in this world is temporary and ultimately illusory."

"Association of friends and relatives was exactly like the coming together of sticks floating in a river. They are thrown together and very soon parted by the swift current of time. Therefore one's happiness should never depend upon such ephemeral relationships. One should give up all attachments for the body and fix the mind only upon the eternal Supreme Lord. This would bring everlasting happiness."

"No man is free to act as he pleases. In this world the embodied soul is dragged here and there by the all-powerful force of Providence. No one can control that force. All gains will end in loss, every meeting ends in separation and all life has its end in death. As there is no fear for a ripe fruit other than a fall, so there is no fear for any man other than death."

"The passing of days and nights quickly exhaust the life span of all beings, even as the summer sun sucks up the water in a lake. You should grieve only for yourself, why do you grieve for another? Death is our constant companion. He walks with us, sits with us, and having gone a long distance with us when we travel, he duly returns with us."

"A man is known by his conduct alone. Although posing as a learned and cultured person, one who acts as you direct is to be accepted as sinful and debased. Those who are wise never praise a person who acts only to please his senses. Such a person is mean, selfish and greedy driven only by lust of pleasure. His immediate happines soon turns to distress and he sinks into a hellish condition."

it’s time to stop mourning
six months has passed

i need to jumpstart my heart again

Stick Boy liked Match Girl,
He liked her a lot.
He liked her cute figure,
he thought she was hot.

But could a flame ever burn
for a match and a stick?
It did quite literally;
he burned up quick.



-- T. Burton

she watched him pick a wooden flute. he raised it to his mouth and blew on it. it made harsh grating sounds that caught the attention of everybody in the store.

"hey you're not supposed to do that..." she said.
"just trying to see if it works," he said.

he seemed like he was having fun. he was flirting with the salesclerks. he promised them he would buy there again and all the ladies were smiling, obviously unconvinced but flattered anyway.

that made her smile a little.
"let's go..." she said.

he walked beside her. she was especially aware where his hand was and she didn't want to get anywhere near it. everything seemed wrong to her. his black sweater. the way he talked, he walked, he breathed. they were all wrong.

"oh, maybe you could give this to your mom too as a gift," he said pointing at the bag of baseball cap he just bought. he laughed at his joke. he thought he was hilarious.

she thought he was a joke.



they were nearing the last of the stalls. she took her phone out and looked at the time. "hey, uhm i think i'll shop for the rest tomorrow. i have to go home. i need to go back before nine," she said.

"sure... do you want to get dinner first?"
"no, sorry i really need to get back."
"okay, maybe next time."

he walked her to her car.
she was trying not to run.

they said goodbye.




she closed the car door and wept her eyes out.

"There's something so sweet in your eyes and it does me so much good."

-- Emma Bovary

Just as you take my hand
Just as you write my number down
Just as the drinks arrive
Just as they play your favourite song
As your bad mood disappears
No longer wound up like a spring
Before you've had too much
Come back in focus again

The walls abandon shape
They've got a Cheshire cat grin
All blurring into one
This place is on a mission
Before the night owl
Before the animal noises
Closed circuit cameras
Before you're comatose

Before you run away from me
Before you're lost between the notes
The beat goes round and round
The beat goes round and round
I never really got there
I just pretended that I had
What's the point of instruments
Words are a sawed off shotgun

Come on and let it out
Come on and let it out
Come on and let it out
Come on and let it out

Before you run away from me
Before you're lost between the notes
Just as you take the mic
Just as you dance, dance, dance

Jigsaw falling into place
There is nothing to explain
Regard each other as you pass
She looks back, you look back
Not just once
Not just twice
Wish away the nightmare
Wish away the nightmare
You've got a light you can feel it on your back
A light you can feel it on your back
Jigsaw falling into place

Starbucks. Late. Raining. Thunder. Scared. Excuse.
U-turn. Caught. Phone call.

Guitar strings. Nylon. Sunday. Nice.
Bathroom tiles. Pink and white. Kitchen. Granite. Dust.

Kuala Lumpur. Dio and Sugar. August. Money.
Backpacker’s Lounge. Singapore. Noreen.

Movie. Torrents. YM. Buddee. Pie. Lah.

Singles. Catholic. Reason. Lazy. Norman. Religious.

Badminton. Suck. Sports. Hate.

Receipts. Log Book. Black pen. Empty.

Yellow cab. Meatballs. NY. April. Absent.

Ghostbusters. Zuul. Fridge. Joke. Facebook. Chris.
Apartment. Pitbull. Sweet. Sad. Busy. Miss.

David. Little. Spiderman. Cake. Brown Hair. Apple. Little. Mono. Sailor Dress.

Dad. Grandkids. Kids. Dishes. Wash.

President. Library. Factory. Population. Tambay. Menopause.

Hypersensitive. Abnormal. Stand-up comedy. Bipolar. Starwars.