I am a Courtesan

Thank You for curing me of this ridiculous obsession with Love...Not?

The weekend spent at Robertson Quay Hotel served as a stark reminder and contrast to that of Valentine's 2003. I chanced upon on a realisation last night that I really don't give a fuck anymore. The senseless days shopping for boxers and spending Valentine's Day 2 months from the date are over. The 2 days of pure debauchery, honest sharing, bonding love and quiet comfort proved that beyond measure. While licking on my Pink Lemonade lollipop during lunch today at Mhd Sultan, I realised I was happy, even if it was for a day, so excuse me while I toast my vodka to many more to come my way.

Yes the show must go on

Bruised, blemished wrists soothed with quiet balm,
I opened myself with a quiver,
shaking loose my fear-filled cumulation,
semi-sobered by orange sleeves.

Once, twice, looming darkness whirled,
cupped between your steady palms,
pupils darting, consumed by lids,
I breathed in weary silence.

A nickel orb uncovered hidden caves
as wretched truisms sober
my opium-filled head,
your smile danced on my burdened lips.

Guarded intensity washed waves,
seeping into my pores,
spilling over your indulgence - my sin.

Inside my heart is breaking,
my make-up may be flaking
but my smile still stays on

No doubt it was beautiful, it still is.
I hope my little quiet prayer keeps myself checked.

Skank is a Sin

3,6,9 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low 2x
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got
dam)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got
dam)
Get Low - Yin Yang Twins

"You got to Milk em for all they're worth..."
How motherfucking true.
Revelling in it before it slaps me in the face.

Days Fly By

Medialaw lecture was cancelled today, I awoke, for the first time in weeks at a miraculous 8.45am, stretched and hit the remote. Cest Si Bon by Louis Armstrong played on the Hi fi as I languished in bed, contemplating about the whirl of things that happened last week.
"Can we deal with one thing at a time and not start thinking about all the other things?" - Andrea Lau at Subway when my eyes started darted hopelessly around the joint.

All I remember was seeing my shoes through the subway plastic bag and looking past the mound of tissue papers on the table to a corner at Subway. That was it. I am living in a relapse. I am dealing with it with the best of my ability. I remember puffy eyes after and trying to stuff my contacts in for a good 20 minutes. Shades are a god send.

Red wine, Apple cider, Chivas Regal and Cigars

I was happy. Period. To the people I love dearly, thank you. To the ones who lost it, hang tight. To the ones who had -ahem- shenanigans, good on you. For once, I had a good night's rest.

Dinner, Dinner, Dinner

I tire of explaining myself to people whom I see no need to. I tire of treading carefully, not misconstruing. I tire of being wanted for the wrong reasons.

Dinner, Games, Dinner

Kickass words for 2004: BAH! Humbug, Pok-pok...Hmm, I can't remember any now... Thanks for making my day happy, you crack me up.

The Supreme Being of Leisure

Thanks for the Cd, I am so happy that you've found your "Her". Its pretty since both of you are staunch...and weird-ish -hugs tight-

Its been a trying week, work is just the tip of the iceberg. I want to let my hair down and chill. Btw, presenting for All that Jazz is therapeutic.