dangling like the puppetress

Some guys are just extremely self-centred and egoistic to the point of no return. It’s not as if the world revolves around them, and everyone wants a piece of him. Immaturity of the highest continent. These sorta peeps turns me off. Totally.

For the first time, I absorbed into the christmas spirit. Carolling, wine, finger-bites on a silver platter, carried by well-groomed waiters with pearly white smiles made me felt like a queen amidst the chaotic crowd. I felt claustrophobic the moment I stepped into the place. But the anxiety slowly dissipate. I could do without the loud carolling though. It hurts my ears.

Luck was with us as we stepped into the car at the exact moment the heavy rain poured. Looking through the rain-soaked window panes, sadness enveloped me. We all move on, but the past will always linger in the air like some haunting spirit. There are so many temptations pulling me into their web of deception, and it’s definitely hard to resist. Words are meaningless alphabets meant to destroy what little sanity you have. The devil’s advocate is such that hell is promised as a haven. It’s paradoxical.

Silence by Jay holds meaning deep in my heart.

I just found out that the guy who died in the car with the 19-year old was my polymate.

The curse of age, maybe?

updated @ 7pm: i’m still stucked in the office, waiting for an email from the french colony that never seems to appear.. bloodly hell. I’m so pissed. And so late for my date.

I have always wondered about the symbolism of a smoke after sex. To me, it emphasizes the power of the man over the feminine wiles, the significance of a good session of rumbling on the bed, the man giving excellent pleasure to the said female. But, what if it’s the other way round? What if it’s the female who lights up? Is there a symbolism still? A thought to chew on.

Mahjongs, pool, alcohol, tar, food, company. I really must stop the nicotine kick. But heck, enjoy while it last.

I had a weird combination of bak gu teh with abalone over the weekend. This particular place in Owen is my fave, for those who knows me knows that I’m a pork hater, but it’s the only place in the world I’ll willingly eat pork. To me, it’s the entire experience in the bak gu teh session. The tea leaves, the small but yet scrumptious dishes, the claypot, the act of making the tea and heating up the bak gu teh when it gets cold… I enjoy the act of consumption, not the consumption itself.

Scarlet hotel is gorgeously lush, except for the open viewed windows, which allows curious passerby to peek into Kev’s thin tee and tight jeans. That pose of him… sultry yet seducing.

HK cafe has expanded, with higher prices incorporated in the menu. I am filled with disdain at the new change. Why is everything changing within a short span of time? Where it used to be a cosy space for close friends, it is now catering to the masses. And therefore, we are looking for a new haunt.

Finally, the tree is up!