I guess I kinda forgot how to let loose and let ka
run like the wind. I have been hoping for too much. I wanted things a tad too
much to my precognition.
Lets just chase cars in our heads shall we?
I mean, I kept whining and groaning that I don’t
watch enough movies, when I do have some long-ago leftover CDs and DVDs waiting
for my perusal. And to think my newly acquired laptop has a movie (more of a
documentary kinda deal), which I haven’t actually seen in it, that is
definitely not a good sign. I do have, and I’m just not that keen in making “I
got no time kinda excuses”, because time in itself has its niches and it’s up
to us to manipulate it.
(I’m writing blindly, simply to get the juices
running and the dexterity flowing.)
Now I’m thinking of kissing the rain, though it is
sunny outside.
I need to go out, have a little sun absorbed and
exploit to radiate my skin. Good for my pore prone skin. I wished my gum would
heal and stop bleeding, its been five hours plus since I had my huge tooth
pulled from its socket. Believe me, it didn’t hurt a wink, and it was over in a
blink. But the blood that came after, I had to suck it all in. Hehe. No wonder
I was so famished, I had to eat, rice and fried chicken laced with a tinge of
salty blood and saliva.
Opps… the point which I’m trying to make here, I
don’t know. Every now and then, you’d come to mind.
Is there some place far away, some place where all
is clear? The pool downstairs is inviting, but then again I wouldn’t want my
bleeding gum to change the colour of the water, wouldn’t I? I tried the pool
out last week; the water was crystal clear, even better than all the pools
available in
Malaysia
’s
hotels. There were no slimy green growth anywhere on its walls, and to top
things off, we’ve never noticed anyone cleaning up the pool.
Anyone up for a sweet escape? I wished I could go
some place, far away, but I think I’d need a top to bottom makeover. Hahahaha.
I’m seriously at my lowest boiling point, waiting for someone to save me. It
would be good to start with the car, pimp my ride. Turn it into the charming
mini that I’ve always been dreaming off, and of which many people thought I’d
already have. Hehe.
Ever notice the difference between a hard rocking
American band and an all out British rock and roll outfit? Its in the
daringness and rawness of the sound. To top things off, Brits do have a way
with words. Our hopes and expectations, black holes and revelations… you can
actually feel the context and texture of such music intertwined, simply blowing
you into a universe of its own proportion. (Goodness I’m slowly writing like
Sean the Sheep!!) You electrify my life man!! Rock on!!
Music in the American sense, it’s a black hole.
There’s always a void that needs to be filled with feeling. I seriously do not
dig My Chemical Romance and Good Charlotte. They make noise which doesn’t
entertain sense. As for the Britney wannabes, I pray to God you’ll turn into
toads, and will be stuck in the desert.
Kiss the rain, whenever you need me; kiss the rain,
whenever I’m gone too long. But I’ve always been here. Duhhh.
I’ve actually translated my thoughts and feelings,
and a little dash of reality, synergizing it with the music from my current
playlist into this, inscription. It won’t make sense to most people, since I’m
not most people. It will start to make a less of sense to me once I’ve removed
my latest playlist muse too.
So shall we chase cars in our heads?