goobye darling

nothing much happened this week..maybe cos i was still recovering from the memory of tioman. i've also managed to impart most of the shit which i do in office to my understudy , what's left are the last minute recovery of stunts pulled by others i guess. was suppossed to go "chill out" with the guys yesterday but we ended up wasting most of our time until the part when 11pm arrived when the better of us zipped off to wala wala to check the live band e.i.c out. not a bad band i especially liked their rendition of "the blower's daughter" ....it was emo man.evidently, it turned out that i so happen to know their bassist, gabriel whom i worked with during my spastic years before entering poly...but i don't think he recognises me anymore now so fuckit.









i sold my camera for $450 bucks today. reason cos i wanted to get a higher end one which has an underwater jacket. but after speaking with the dood i realised that having an underwater jacket would only be good for macro pics and not wide angle pics. what was i thinking? anyway i kinda miss my fx-7. i guess it's like everything else after i lose them.

renewed ; reinvented

the past 2 days were spent on an island east of malaysia called tioman.
life over there was really an "island life" and not like the one which SDC so blatantly took and branded Sentosa with. the folks there were simple and though they were poor in the eyes of us city dwellers, they were truly happy.
it didn't take me long to realise that i could easily have that kind of life if i just decided to shut myself off from the rest of the world which i live in now. to just drop everything that invisibly tied me to them and escape.
and during those few moments of taking in the salty air and tasting the spray of the sea at 20 knots i decided that to do the latter would be denying myself of being a survivor of the urban jungle. no doubt the island was beautiful, but i have my own waves to battle.
snorkelling, frolicking, dancing in the ocean, i never felt so free to be so helpless in the sea but yet in control. maybe i should run away from home more often. maybe such things in life were meant to make Life less shitty though only for a moment in time.
a pity the island of tioman is dying though, with its obnoxious tourists who carelessly trample and litter its marine sanctuary not forgetting the destruction of her forests for more resorts.

they paved paradise to put up a parking lot.





after all the birds have left the beach
you have to swim alone
you have to come back home
twenty days turns into twenty weeks
and memories left at sea
have washed upon the beach

once a wave of joy came over me
i paid it great attention
and it collapsed on me
and since then Life seemed so nasty

i could find a life beyond this beach
i'll build a simple house
away from maddenning crowds
simple plans for a simple man
for of what worth when Death arrives
i pay it no attention
and then it supports me.

after all the birds have left the beach
you have to swim alone
you have to come back home
twenty days turns into twenty weeks
and memories left at sea
have washed upon the beach