sigh...
life is a dog.
i got to stay home on a saturday.
to finish up my assignments.
kinda feeling like crap.
and feel like going to the library or something.
sigh.
sigh.
sigh.
okay, i look 10 years older already.
yesterday was....................hmm...
i watched movies.
kinda stuck in my brain now.
the rat-a-too-ee.
i love that rat.
more than mickey.
and then, watched no reservations.
its also a cooking related movie.
im a big fan of culinary.
the taste, the flavour, the smell, the price.
its okay to watch 5 cooking shows at one time,
on discovery channel and living.
but its not okay to watch 2 cooking movies at one time.
its just... tiring.
the sauce, the bruschetta, the foie gras, the basil, the oregano.
i was waiting for a night rider bus outside zouk.
it was 4.30 am.
i was broke.
and still am.
so that figures why the cheap 3 dollar ride back home by bus,
even though my body was like pounded by 10 sumo wrestlers.
i was quite awake by the sight of drunkards.
it was weird to be waiting there.
sitting there alone.
cold.
watching drunk people utter crap.
some were hot though.
i saw puke.
lots of it.
why................................
it was weird because.
when i was tipsy,
others didnt matter.
i was like in my own world.
laughing at the little things that went by.
but its he sight of watching them,
when you're sober,
different.
some tried to score.
to get some love going on.
i dont see clubbing as a place to hook somebody up.
just have fun, kiss, hug, nibble a little maybe,
with loved friends.
oh well.
my eyes are tired again.
goodnight.
oh hello there, tokyo.
life is a dog.
i got to stay home on a saturday.
to finish up my assignments.
kinda feeling like crap.
and feel like going to the library or something.
sigh.
sigh.
sigh.
okay, i look 10 years older already.
yesterday was....................hmm...
i watched movies.
kinda stuck in my brain now.
the rat-a-too-ee.
i love that rat.
more than mickey.
and then, watched no reservations.
its also a cooking related movie.
im a big fan of culinary.
the taste, the flavour, the smell, the price.
its okay to watch 5 cooking shows at one time,
on discovery channel and living.
but its not okay to watch 2 cooking movies at one time.
its just... tiring.
the sauce, the bruschetta, the foie gras, the basil, the oregano.
i was waiting for a night rider bus outside zouk.
it was 4.30 am.
i was broke.
and still am.
so that figures why the cheap 3 dollar ride back home by bus,
even though my body was like pounded by 10 sumo wrestlers.
i was quite awake by the sight of drunkards.
it was weird to be waiting there.
sitting there alone.
cold.
watching drunk people utter crap.
some were hot though.
i saw puke.
lots of it.
why................................
it was weird because.
when i was tipsy,
others didnt matter.
i was like in my own world.
laughing at the little things that went by.
but its he sight of watching them,
when you're sober,
different.
some tried to score.
to get some love going on.
i dont see clubbing as a place to hook somebody up.
just have fun, kiss, hug, nibble a little maybe,
with loved friends.
oh well.
my eyes are tired again.
goodnight.
oh hello there, tokyo.