Feeling kinda annoyed with this persistent sore throat and 2 nasal passages blocked at 2.15am in the morning but i decided i would do a bit of writing tonight, especially since i had 3 hrs of sleep in the afternoon.
In general i've been keeping busy with job hunting, interview preps, interviews (at least im getting them) catching up with friends and enjoying unemployment before it turns nasty and downright depressing.
Watched a whole season of 24 season 7, Heroes season 3 over the past weeks inducing 5am nights and 1pm mornings.
Played tennis for the first time today, damn shiok. But the bad thing about it is the nasty weather in singapore but i suppose thats normal. Is it just me or is the weather really getting hotter over the years. I was walking back today and the sun was just blinding and even outside it was like an oven. On that note, today was rather eventful, hope the curse is ending.
to end off,
Unearthing some on the random stuff that i've been writing over the past year or so.
Punggol Jetty
World left behind
Long winding road edge of my world
Weary steps purer air
Leads me on to eternity
Glittering shimmering lights
Glistening sea and sounds of lazy waves
Shadows searching for existence in rods of hope
No sign to be found
Why do they come, then?
Tender gaze loving embrace
Eyes of starcrossed lovers
Yet a few feet away
Lonely souls stare out at the promise of the solace
Undying flame burns in the distance
Destruction that brings a new beginning
Same orange glow from the lights
Heady concoction of love dreams thoughts hopes
Like floatsam, drift away on the waves
To a place that looks so close.
Yet so far away from home.
Probably only makes sense to people who have visited this place though.
Something Humid, Something Cool.
Mirrors and mist
Self is lost in the humidity All
Attempts to eradicate my life of the unclean
Essence of myself flowed down the drainpipes of time, Forgotten
Anticipation, for the new me to sharpen
Wiping the returning blur, Impatiently
Its not time
Alas, when its all over
It isn’t me I see
Of what passion used to be.
