Just like old times

I love the comfortable silence that settles around two persons who have known each other for too long, too well.

Sometimes I stand in a crowd and feel lost, invisible, like everyone I don't know can see through me and my existence is insignificant, negligible. And then I wonder, what happens when everyone who knows me disappear? Will I cease to exist along with them, when there is nobody left to acknowledge my existence?

Beauty of the dark

"I dream of dreaming dreams of you But nightmares always block the view"

Late night shopping, taking the last train home, walking along the empty street under the starless night, feeling like the only person left in this world

Our paths cross only to diverge again

I can't believe this

Today's escapade to the esplanade: live performance (solitude was my favourite and you don't have to be Bach or Mozart to compose), Makansutra, the walk down the riverside that was never complete. Janis stepped on my sandal, the strap broke, we went down to gwen's shop to scotchtape it, holding the strap in place. I'm recording it down so I can use it to make J feel guilty when she pisses me off in the future.

BLOODY MOZZIES AT MY WORKPLACE