PLR *

yes, that’s what all their shuttle bus number plate letters show. this is the first time i’m blogging from somewhere else beside my home and office. i am dragged to the screen based entertainment, even when i’m in a remote island resort. i could never get enough of lights showering all over my eye balls.

this is a great plae for couples to have endless sex and bath tub sex as well, if they are keen to explore the feeling of underwater penetration. the beach is quiet, but it feels like the whole beach is owned by you. especially when u are there in a group of 11 people. i guess any romantic feeling to the beach was far from gone, when i started shouting for the frisbee and beach volleyball, from one end to another.

how i wish there was someone i could bring with me to such place. but one thing i gotta remember, if i ever come again…. bring more beer. RM24 per can, is not something i’m willing to pay to quench my alcohol thirst.

i was actually feeling sleepy in my boss’s room, when everyone else was playing digital monopoly. suddenly i’m awake once i saw there was free internet, with samsung LCD screen. oh, another thing, a hot chick is sitting a few seat away from me. and my tookao colleague is just sitting right next to her now. what a  lucky bastard, who don’t know how to start a conversation. screw him!!!

the bells are ringing

congratulation you. couldn’t bring myself out to congratulate you, not in sms, not even on the internet. it was hard for me to believe when i first heard the news, because i didn’t think you could move on so quickly. seems like you’ve stepped out of our little dreamland after our last conversation, which i don’t even remember myself.

you look beautiful, even thought the closest i can get to you, is just photos of your online wedding album. but i truly believe you are still the sweet girl i know, who can’t seem to get enough of hagen daaz ice cream.

i was afraid how i would react if i were to bump into you during the week that your wedding was on. i was so scared. no, wasn’t scared of him, but so scared to see you turn your head away from me. i was so afraid you would ignore me, omit my very existence and delete every sweet memories we ever made. so afraid that everything was only me alone sitting at the beach, alone at the dinner table, alone at the carpark… alone, so alone.

bring me up, don’t ever close the door
waiting for that little nudge in me
making senses never been so hard
falling from top of anothers’ world
couldn’t get that that turn on in me
couldn’t find that scent that turns me on

morrison

i think i have not been treating this blog with constant care of words and photos. i feel guilty of bringing you to life but could not find the time to feed you with regular posting.

i’m so sorry that it has to come to such diary-like posting which i am not 100% comfortable with.

sigh… mr morrison sings it, the pieces don’t fit anymore. no matter how hard i try, making things right just not going on the proper route for me. when time is not a luxury i can enjoy, my miss grows bigger every other day for the scent of a woman.