Wednesday, July 30, 2008'♥
//words,dont just conversate.//
you stormed out of the room,holding that packet of chocolate. Moments later, i heard the crushing of the chocolate, and the tearing of the wrapper.
i couldn't quite believe my ears, neither could i make sense of that anger that rushed through.
i only heard myself muttering.
" those chocolates.they are for my mum. i kept them for so long."
and before i know it, we were screaming at each other.
maybe, because you were too caught up in your games that you didnt hear why i didnt want to keep the chocolates in the fridge.
maybe, all i needed was to know that you heard all the times i felt as if i was talking to myself.
perhaps, i just needed to know i wasn't alone in the room,though you were only sitting,there.
i saw your sudden realisation of what your anger has done.you saw me hastily changing ,looking for the keys.you only know how much the chocs meant,even though they are, just chocs, that went out of your window.
you only know, when you realise how much i wanted to look for it.
i wasnt quite ready to speak to you.all the thoughts that raced through my brain. i was quite sure i was going to implode.
that cacophony of disappointment,anger,harsh words, and reasons.
reasons that i need to know why you are acting the way you are.disconnecting the wires, breaking discs.
reasons why i shouldnt act the way you do.
reasons why there's still us.
sure,you have your ways of saying 'sorry.'
but really, actions do not always speak louder than words.
especially when it's all but alittle too late.
i have to confess. i cried alittle.
But that's only because i need to believe in us.
the need to believe in me.
the need to believe in having to stand up and not resign to how things are. like how things were.
i looked at you and i know.
words, dont just conversate.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008'♥
//homolomo.//
s-p-e-a-k the new language . please .
homo-lomo.
the 2 of us pretty much went on a impulse-berserk the other day.
walked into the lomography section of page one.
flipped thru the pages of those pictorials.
raved about lomos and holgas when we pretty much know nuts about these toy cameras.
and there goes.
we hopped on the train to rubys' at penisula and got ourselves our first holgas 120 cfn .
and 2 days later.
with lotsa random late nights experimentations and misadventures,
we just sent our first roll for processing.
we call it the crash-roll.
it's really quite alot of fun without the shitcrazy costs of the learning curve.
so much for all that digitalised convenience.
it's all about us and never before, have the days been this good. :)
Wednesday, July 02, 2008'♥
\\ impregnated with food.\\
more often that not, what constitutes a good day primarily depends on the food i eat, i.e whether the particular food craving for that day is met, the ability of that craving to satisfy ( quality vs quantity.), how much of the entire food cravings are met and all of the above amongst my other needs of my online retail therapy.
today's a absolu-fucking-ly good day minus the angry standoff between the water choker ( me) and the one who got choked on water ( him ).
i had.
1) brunch craving :
for me :
a bowl of mushroom straganoff at soup spoon. ( 2.5 stomachs / 5 ). we unanimously agreed that it didnt taste as good as before, and there's this plasticky mushroom aftertaste. eck.
for him:
broccoli and crab bisque ( 2.5 stomachs /5) the combination is just
wrong.
uegh.
4 and a half hours later....
2) dinner/late supper craving.
for me/us:
salmon belly soup
salmon sashimi salad
cold soba
for him:
cold soba.
sashimi platter
at sushi tei. he was feeling mighty generous and so, a feast we had.
for that it's 5 stomachs/5.
it's good . it's good.
but i am hungry . again.