moments that got away

i missed it, what filled the time when it got cut off
the others that were in the waiting
who warmed the seat of your absent longing
you didn't get through
the line vacuous of a single digitised yearning

Nightcap

we speak in whispers cautious of the hearing
thin as paper that cuts through the silence
amidst the droning monotone of F.I.R, your digital substitute for the lonesome night

separated by 3 inches of insulation you still haunt me
one more sharpnel for the journey
inundated the flicker of your screen consumes you
overturned bellies filled with fear and loathing

He's waiting religiously a loyal companion
to end your day, watch you unfold
fix the wreckage fought in earlier hours
your rock of gilbraltar for the taking

repressed he walks, alive around empty seats and ruffled papers
hearing imaginary phone calls
a thriving effervescent in sadistic proportions
i imagine you suffocating beneath the weight of your imposed stoicism
just leave the other line unconnected its past the hour mark for importance

she flits with a lightness in each step
sashaying emblems of gleeful frivolity
the branding of a broken hearted idealist
fasten your plastic smiles an underlying contempt you fail to grasp

im erased with every key
inconspicuous eccentricities overlooked in light of day
magnified in a moment of clarity

Gender Bender

d cutest lil boy....so mentel. natural model.

Amazing Punggol Race

It’s been ages since I finally got a day off from everything and what a swell way to spend it on a photo outing with P. So much for trying to take photos that ain’t looking like Sg, it seriously felt like we were not in Sg. To all drivers out there, you can throw ur street directory out the window when you happen to be in the vicinity of Punngol-land.

Me: I wanna go to the beach area
P: Lets go to the marina country club area.
Me: Ok, u help with the navigation

After bout 20 minutes going around the bushland, we stumbled upon Punggol Seventeenth Avenue…The uber rich must really love their isolated space to go out of the way to live near swampland. Yikes..

Me: This is the Marina Country Club!? Looks like Malaysia...How the hell do they make money sia, no one in sight. *spots all the Chinese signs in sight*…eh this place is like cheena land. I only see ah peks and China looking ladies.

After a not so eventful photo-taking, we are just about to be oriented into the wonders of Punggol.

P: Omg dejavu…didn’t we just pass this same looking stretch of street with another LRT station…Twilight zone..
Me: Ya sia, didn’t we just pass this Ch temple. *after a few rounds*think we just passed a Hindu temple.
P: Maybe its all templated, every street in Punggol got same street, LRT station, place of worship.
Me: *figuring out wth to turn, been u-turning for the upteenth time*Oi….which road should I turn to….!?
P: *out of the corner of my eyes the street directory is on the floor, busily she’s fiddling with yellow subby*…..sooo cute….i’m so happy…whee..
Me: I’m entering sengkang, should I just go back to Punggol road again..?
P: …*still fiddling*…ya ok….*still grinning at yellow subby*
Me: I’m hungry…!! *spots jalan kayu exit thinks; jalan kayu got nice prata…..shud I? better not or another road trip adventure may ensue*
P: …wheee….so cute…

After turning bends and rounds of templated looking buildings, wide open spaces and the never-ending same stretch of road--(Punggol Way/Road/Central) all the freaking same— I finally concur that the urban planners designed Punggol in karma-esque concentric circles…maybe its all part of the fengshui cos of the war history of that place…or maybe its to pacify all u new couples who are getting flats there that really u aren’t shortchanged, that nobody gets a better area than others…all equal best ah..! somehow I think I’ll be lost there more often with more friends moving to that area to set up their lovenest..

Neways…glad u love the gift…here’s to more emotional blackmail moments from me…muahaha…yes if we do join amazing race, I’ll prob be stoned to death for being the anti-tudungster and u’ll be my human entertainment machine –batteries excluded, just feed her—cum gprs system =) Btw u are still a good navigator ah..

a third to the quarter mark

To run again
To feel lighter with higher purpose
To be important and special once more
To restore belief
To do the moonwalk on the subway
To make you laugh
To emanate assurance
To be the charm
To dream and love again

Lesson 101

Layered hallmark flights of fancy
Cascade Lust's designs
Flickering of quiet ignitions
A steady hum retained by our worn-in silences and co-joined sentences
If they listen carefully the angels floating past
a paralysed heart to the ground

Nestled on a mount held only for it
this compelling surrender laced with bouts of hysterical euphoria
an assured saunter, a piercing nonchalance
to the collection of sharpened memories for later missing and reminiscence

Ashen marked decoys reveal
obligatory offerings to lighten the unspeaking ahead
against the grain i trudge, pulling the weight of unrelinquished dreamscapes
ferocity with foolish intent, valiant in naive attempt

A conditioned calmness
void is anticipation
non-descript the rustle of my restlessness
face to palm
tear to tear
mouth to tongue
paralysed my heart to the ground