With a Penchant for...

I have a penchant for posting at late nights. So sue me. The never sleeping thing has been commented on by neighbours. Damn you. Maybe I should just turn off the lights but then again wise men on the internets have spouted wisdom along the lines of "Sleep is for teh weak". So I survived Christmas. I think. It is vaguely disturbing that I have turned into a hallmark-ism but what got me out of the funk I was in was the Christmas family reunion. On an unrelated note, my fingers have Tourette's syndrome. Typing "funk" yielded the word "fuck" instead (I did it again). Christmas still seemed to have a special kind of desperation though. Just my observation of people who were out on Christmas morning. Maybe that was just my interpretation of their hope though. Still, I didn't feel much of the purported joy that laces the air in Christmas much like the smell of urine on the streets here. I must be the only person in the world who can be a Grinch past Christmas. I'm supposed to be getting depressed about New Year damnit. Ah well, let's write it off to procastination. Speaking of the new year, the World Pyro Olympics are being held here. Much much much fireworks.

Merry Christmas?

It is officially christmas now. I am posting this at 2:42 am so uhhh. Yeah. I never sleep.

I really do not feel the christmas spirit this year. Just something ineffable. Irunno. Can't pinpoint it.

Anyway, merry christmas k? Still thinking about going back to Singapore next year. Damnit I want to but no one will be around. Damn NS. Collateral damage right there.

I fart in your general direction.

This post is really going nowhere. I guess I'm just trying to stave off this feeling of emptiness. Angst angst angst angst.

K thnx bye.

Listen to her plotting hands. They weave silent dreams, painting the canvas in morose brown tones. Her smile echoes down empty hallways deserted by midnight. Three, the number of times her brushstrokes enslave my eyes. Twice I drown myself. There is only once to recall the promise a heart unsatisfied.

I almost posted that in vocabulary notebook. It has no place there, I guess this space is adequate for it.