hours ago my heart stopped to correspond with she, one i have come to embrace and know. one which i profess to have the immense pleasure of colliding with. i spat out whatever that’s left of a past, close only to a few and here i seek to share.
i seek to share an undoubtedly so. the complete opposite of an inconsequential serendipity.
how many could quite quickly say they know their muse? in absolute certainty, describing in detail the posture of happiness or the gradient emigration of emotions to the rational?
in my bag some 6 years ago, i came across a personal, secret, space i had not shared with anyone. this was the one and only French Cafe. but days after that, she graced in. graced. and in quite recent times we just revised the level of difficulty it takes to title a song Grace and still sing about it without turning it into a horrific accident in music.
we heard, repeatedly, the sound of waves, whispers and a billion thought experiments on an overdue kiss. there was a problem. no one taught me how. and thought experiments don’t exactly work out the way i thought they would.
she gave me an education unlike anything else in the world. and i owe it to her, her generosity, patience, grace, her curtsies, laugh, honesty and her stream of consciousness which at first i thought was a page from a book i’ve read before. if you’ve heard it, this otherness of streams, life lessons from wherever else will sound like Tony Robbins attempting to save your life for a quick dollar.
she’s replaced batteries and a trillion lightbulbs to keep the sun running for the world, and to shed that amount of light, exposing my unrealized ignorance to my face in the name of truth, to say she played a part in creating a universe of possibilities in this skull is to undermine the dimensions of her being.
what was i before? and what am i today?
for i believe the scribbles that fuel my thoughts are attributed to the endless hours she configured to comfort this hopeless irrational. today, the complex universe became a library of ideas because she connected the dots and pointed to spaces i could not see clearly. she is a testament that no one functions without hope.
if of late, i do not profess enough, i owe you the biggest hug in the history of airport hugs. whilst i do not forget, no one else has a memory to begin imagining how you’ve rewritten the past, present and future. they should know.
you are loved.
buskers from around the world (France & Singapore)
i’ve been to only a couple, and definitely not this match in particular.
but i tell myself, this was Singapore, it was a reality, not some cgi messed up bullshit we’re quite drenched in these days.
this, i say, is a demonstration of the importance of culture and passion. beautiful in all its glory.
i am not romanticizing, i am not falling for nostalgia’s pull. i’m optimistic of the community. we only need people to believe in.
Fandi Ahmad returns to Netherlands.
ok, now retrospect and reflect. discuss.
wonder years + planet of the apes equals to the most mind-boggling film on bicycle safety. one got fat indeed.
dear you, my over-worked pressurized better half,
remember loooong before you were doing improv, we were sitting in my living room on my long gone leather sofa watching old grandmas rocking out with a fridge, a bicycle wheel, a vacuum cleaner and newspapers. neither of us could forsee that many years later, you’ll be doing something similar (not the old ladies but the music). what i am trying to say with my lack of poetic devices is that, i am sure you’ll overcome any difficulties that comes your way. douglas adams says it best, don’t panic. you’ll do fine.
your other half.
excuse me, are you a hipster?
the whole irony of it is for me to post this up here, the hipsters’ playground… (runs and hides before i get massacred by a verbal thesaurus or flying vinyls of bands that don’t even exist yet).. but seriously.. this is hilarious.
Shabazz Palaces - An echo from the hosts that profess in infinitum
a new personal interest. very intense stuff.
dearest cat;
it isn’t light years away, and i tell myself that, constantly, that seconds march on faster when i’m anxious and curious about greeting how much longer your hair + fingernails might have grown over the next few days. and i am excited by the future already.
whatever it is, we’ve got sanity locked right in our pockets and nostrils, no perverse consciousness will know what hit ‘em.
despite the distance, i still have that last bus ride framed perfectly still, 2 index fingers aligned and we take turns discovering the science of sleep.
if i had half the ninja skills you had, i’d be back every night just to tuck you in.
keep your chin up, good things are happening.
je t’aime.
