float and fly..

pple leap and hope to god that they could fly..

sometimes.. i feel like i am already flying..

infatuous me..

issit bad..

i admit it..i am infatuous..

i fall head over heels over alot of things and pple..

i take dives that may be too deep.. and on the verge

of suffocation i make for surface..

..

some call it foolish.. others pioneering..

well i call it and enigma..

i dunnoe why i do it.. i just do it..

and it happens to everything..

a desgner couch form natuzzi..

the mulberry roxanne..

the pagani zonda

and these above are jsut the touch and goes..

soon they fade and move on..

some dwell on and continue to swirl on in my head

like a heady muscat ..with its scent captures your soul..

and taste that tangles your tongue in twines

and sensations never before felt..

...

i am in the midst of so many..

i feel to lucky..

at times.. yet at other i feel

like suffocation..

because i find it so hard to settle..

on something..

i fear.. for love.. for lost..for regrets..

the one biggest thing i dread in my life..

another knot to unravel..




till i blog again..

i like style..

style and sophistication..

who doesn't liek it..

isn't that why we have pple like karl lagerfield..

marc jacobs..or phillipe stark..

these pple virtually sculp the way we perceive this concept..

but somehow in real life..

not all forms of style and sophistication is well taken in

i or maybe in its most abstract.. it would be the oddities at

individual traits.. cos i believe our traits are wat the trends evolve from..

but no one ever takes it in like a consumer item..

we still live in a society of ostracisms and

diferentiation( not the mathematic sort)..

world peace.. is noble.. but futile..

because unless men stop thinking about ones benefit and gains..

eg, money, economy, politics.....

we will be constantly at war with our own kind..



men are wrecking men..

issit nature or nurture??

hear her speak

I never thought I'd land in pictures with a face like mine.

If I blow my nose, it gets written all over the world.

If I get married, I want to be very married.

Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, it's at the end of your arm,
as you get older, remember you have another hand: The first is to help
yourself, the second is to help others.

Success is like reaching an important birthday and finding
you're exactly the same.

For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips,
speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge
that you are never alone

Your heart just breaks, that's all. But you can't judge, or point fingers.
You just have to be lucky enough to find someone who appreciates you

The best thing to hold onto in life is each other

People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived,
reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone

You can always tell what kind of a person a man really thinks you are
by the earrings he gives you

I don't want to be alone, I want to be left alone













all the above is said by one lady..

so now wats with that hear women roar thing??

leopard print?? dun think so..try this instead..

wat a guy..

wat a guy.. wat a #!@# of a guy..

think a four letter word and shaft in in there.. not too far fomr the truth or makes any sense as it is....

i must declare that at this point i am in abit of a high due to alittle after dinner drink i had..not intoxicated .. but just a tad tipsy..

before i begin..

"how does one become a butterfly???"

"one must be willing to give up being a caterpillar??"

makes anysense??

you tell me..

well todya is like any other.. alittle less stressed than yesterday ..

and an inch more to knowning how i am to others..

it seems..to some of the people i met i look old... ok fine...

then today.. my colleagues at work said i look like some playboy..

er...


well look at it this way... i am old and a philanderer..

does that now make me some one like hugh hefner?

old could be mistaken for wiser...

but a flirtish, philandering and frivolous playboy??

come on.. wat good could come out of that.. unless you are

like joey from friends who think that abysmal is great...

and i'll have you know it does not mean its unfathomable..

well.. i look like an old flirt..

sigh..

well i should be thankful that my friends who have born with

it for that much.. i thank you..

from an old flirt.. haha


cheers..

till i blog again..

hmmm.. wat should i type..

its just an occasional drop by..

a regular session

with the numbers jumping

and my hairs greying..

and my stubbles been shaved..

and pple still searching google for myloh in search or some canine..

well its been better i guess..

day were really fun liek that day when i hung out with pammy and her white monkey..

had great fun in coffee bean getting cosy and watching anime..

felt like we own the place..

(pics to come later)

we were in the couch until our bums have moulded their contours into the couches

when we left..hehhe..

followed by more movie watchign and anime at her place..

it was very leisurely..

had laughs and teases while we were glued to punks fighting

then after we joined her sis outside looking at burj-al-arab on discovery..

which is seriously overly publicised..yawnz**

followed by dinner at oh sho.. but the noodles were fantastic..

or perhaps my tongue was off..

cos i adore their ramen normally..



fuzzy warm feeling..

omg.. wth... anything else that has three letters that you'll shout out when exasperated

to today i saw

a cute coffee bean plush..- yet another good x mas gift idea

a cute barista at coffee bean..

a lovely pair of heels..

a guy who wore a t-shirt that said.. you scratch my c**tch I'll scratch yours..

a lady with three kids.. but looks more like a horse with three breakers..
cause she was dragged here and there..

a really tiny pc..

a nice car with a bad driver..

a quiet road with only one vehicle on.. (i was in it)

someone who was wearing the same shirt as me

a girl who is taller than me.. OMG...

many girls or woman shorter than me.. (thank god)

BUT.................................................................

all the above are really quite irrelevant..

the worst was when i was at the barbers..he was actually from somewhere near

my place and some how he ended up at the tampines branch

adn so he started about his job and etc..

turns out he does it part time..

and it was his interest his skill and also conveniently a means of supplementary

income..

this.. however was not the end... he continued on about

working and his pay and his kids which lead to "how about you??".....

"do you have kids??"

i was like nope..(WAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY IS HE TOKING ABOUT??)

then he was like must be hard working shifts cos

i was off on a monday.. (observant but still ..DO I HAVE KIDS??)

i have had pple ask me if i was married or attached.. but kids..?? come on..

COME ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

later through his ramblings i noticed something.. as he cut..

more hair piled up infront of me on the cloth that they wrap me up with and its alot

of white hair..

and i was thinking..shit...i must suffering from premature aging..

first the hair..then the eyesight.. then the hearing.. memory..

the lot would pile on a 20 year old stuck in a 59 year old body...

ARGHHHH!!!

in anycase..to pple who know me..or dun know me.. i ain attached..

although i'd like to but..

not marry

not have kids

not at this age..



well at least i am young at heart..... am i???