2am: dessertbar

i have been so caught up with facebook that I've completely neglected my blogging.. sorry..

Thats where I was today, sipping champange and eating Chocolate tarts and cheese cakes. Lounging in their bed notif booth seats oogling at the spanish waiter with the pulled back pony tail. Not to mention that I was in good company.


I have been getting around lately, to Pumproom on Friday, to Acid bar the previous saturday. I am going again to watch CHARLES!! he's cool! check out his beatboxing @ myspace.com/beatboxerstitch Yup! it's all him. I'm a Groupie! And the Sunday after that I went with the Synergy to watch a dance performance by NAFA. Kinda blackbox style in a small rehearsal room at the esplanade which was really cool. After that Joni coaxed Kelvin, Serene and I to join in a Rumba masterclass at the Outdoor theatre. Like how cool is that... too bad we didnt stay long.. It was super fun.



My eyes at tired despite the numerous hours of sleep, my feet are hurting from all the new shoes that I bought 5 pairs in all. Call me insane but a girl can never have too many pairs of shoes.

i have no inspiration to blog in cryptic phrases. I try but they sound so tacky.

i'm gazing and spacing,
listening to the drone of my computer fan.
All is good in the world.
i'm lying and trying to rest though I sleep
my feet stings, my fingers twitch
yet I feel nothing
nothing but agony
that I cant phantom the moments that makes up the event that
makes up the series of travesties
that lead me to this time and space

there is no room for crying not to mention
dying to lie stoned out in front of the tele
the air reeks of something
familiar, yet to be seen
who know what may or might
make up this series of travesties

it's quiet now, i wonder how long that'll last