imagine; traffic

now imagine this is a blog thats deep maroon in color. a few pictures littered here and there: one thats showing the fast-moving nightlife of singapore, shot from the bridge at the esplanade and at extremely low shutter speed; one thats showing a pond at sunset, rippling and at peace, shot from a low knee-level angle; another that shows a green dustbin on the streets, zoomed in till it nearly fits the frame, and thru the openings of the dustbin, an old woman pushing a trolley of collected cardboards is seen. On opening this page, the tunes of Dido's "hunter" springs forth, capturing the readers attention and imagination instantly. the font of this blog, small and bold; the sidebar, empty and untouched (a totally detached blog), without even a tagboard. a blog address that's so secluded that the only ppl reading this must be some kinda voyeuristic psycho, or extremely close friends. now, imagine everything that's opposite and u get this page u're reading at this moment. but please, continue to imagine that i'm blogging under the afore said environment. if need be, go download that mentioned song and get haunted by it.



i'm caught in traffic. might very well be jammed here for the next few years of my life if not the entire time left in this world. i'm stretched in both directions, i'm unsure of the end, yet i havent been this sure all my life about the path i'm taking. i'm doomed for success, or, i'm successfully doomed. i'm a tiger. (wanted to say lion, den i figured its quite gay! think Aslan the talking lion. terrible.)


the occasional posts, the occasional visits to my own blog makes me feel cheap. like some whore-place. maybe i shld delete the entire blog and start all over again. this time at least it's gotta feel like some social-escort agency. (oops) so much so much has changed since the whore-place time, i can no longer relate to it. i wanna run. i wanna be in another time and place, (well i already am!) i wanna be among the most lovely, the most treasured. i've found another skin for me. now what's left is shedding, shedding, and shedding..... (no peeling please, it leaves scars. let it shed on its own)


i need coffee. those kind with really high cafeine, that it keeps u in a state of twilight between sleep and wake. another sleepless night would kill me, but it gives me a better high when i down those cafeine and go on total abandonment. Wats left of me, pls, feel free to judge - throw the stone. in another time, in another place i could be an arabian sheik.