long weekend. of sorts. And i appreciate it. mmmm.
had a nice talk with nigel (tan) the other day. dammit.
the flesh may age, but fucking hell, the spirit never dies.
I need to breathe more of that youth in. cant let my dreams just die down.
not just like that. not without a fucking fight.
cause being a realist doesnt mean you cant be hopeful.
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leaving for taiwan next friday. Anna's returning to Singapore tomorrow.
claire's leaving for UK tomorrow.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rfz6QGmuvp4
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you know what itslike. being in one of the government holiday chalets, right at the treshold of the jungle vegetation; the orchestra of insects start and rise with the night fall. so near, yet so far. like a zoo, still protected, but not quite, as you scratch the itch from a mosquito bite on your knuckle.
your there, but not quite. like sitting in an air conditioned car, cruising down the ECP, with the sun beating into your eyes. There, but not quite. nothing about the experience speaks to you about how humid you know its going to be the minute you leave the car. there but not quite, you know that these structures of denial are what makes you know your home.
forever sheltered. Those glass and metal buildings that look out into the city of other shiny glass and metal buildings, as the rain breaks its fall into its face. Not wanting to prolong its already powerless charge any longer.
always at the mercy to the environment. yet. never quite. i know youve felt it too. your there. but not quite.
and maybe its better that way.
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"can you smell the storm coming??"
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