Drainage

i do drainage

drainage is fun

the night has been drafted on

arrows on ground

the aircon has stopped

it ‘s well past nine plus

I feel my spleen wimper

For sleep is far flung

The cad lines have merged

The colours collide

I feel the air breathing

Instead of myself

I turn to my neighbour

Frozen in work

Nine plus has passed

Where is my sump

I almost the whole day in the hotel today, except for going out once for lunch and once for water. If u had all the time in the world, what would u do? Work of course. I dozed off for 30min in the morning, that was all i could doze off on. The 25-35baht barista coffees draw me like flies to those sticky sticks. Thus the candle hath singed the moth ( Read more... )

Of all the things that go stiff, it is my neck. I have had this condition for 6 days already, starting from saturday. Wow, stubborn is it not. I feel, slightly inconvenienced becos I have to rotate my body instead of just my head. But, it makes me appreciate the or reminisce the days where i could turn my head. Right now, a sense of calm and ( Read more... )

My old fats leaped into the air today, as i heard the good news. Sigh...

I thought about live journal today, being a sunday and all. To my surprise I actually managed to sign in. Many things have happened since 2006 and well, I suppose they are generally moving in a positive direction. reflections are usually done at the end of the year and I remember doing one in december. After that one, I quit my job in feb and ( Read more... )

Flow of air
flow of space
the standard gap
popularity race
the running distance
between my lives
of normality
or other drives
feeling poor
the usual void
notes run over
coins deployed
Being receiving
the solemn voice
I know how seldom
your word is noise

I was flipping through my old emails, dating from 2000, the year of the Europe trip. And wondered. How far am I from that. Firstly, I have gastric pains which I didn't used to have, and an overall lethargy for anything productive, like work, arranging cambodia photos, feeding myself. I wonder what went wrong in these 5 ancient years. Spinning from ( Read more... )

I haven't managed
to see the beauty
in this the moment of
truth and feeling free

while locked in this timeline
while having to act
while knowing it's over
when tired eyes met

I know I have managed
to suffer regret
in retrospect silence
meant for the dead

But to get by this notion
of being the only real thing
amongst treachery
I managed

it's late working hours ( Read more... )

In the beginnning ( Read more... )