Some kinda disease...

Sure he gets the occasional elations, a stow away from his troubles. But it will always come back. A stab into his mental conscious again and again. Short to say, his happiness is short lived. Everything gravitates back to the source of his perils... perhaps sadness.

He sought for a cure. He manifested on things that are best left alone. He searched for sources of fulfilment albeit the acknowledgement of the one and only source with an outstreched arm to help. Disappointment became routined. Still the pursue of fulfilment drives him to the edge. He longs to be One.

He tries to forget. His conscious effort a delusive mark. Try as he may, he cannot push it away.

Drive on. Steel thyself.

Refreshments

DHM Fashion Show

Conclusion

Irrelevant. Dustbin on fire in Crown.

A Convicting Day

Woke up today at 2pm. Had a little something to eat and procrastinated to make a trip to university. Came home and went to work. Got home did some domestic duties. Logged on to MSN. This is beside the point.

Chapter 1
Saw a certain someone online. Have not see him since the madness of semester 1 examinations. Went through the formula greetings. The exchanges of goodwill. He said he was buying a Mini Cooper tomorrow. I felt happy for him. Wondering whether he has arrived in Melbourne yet, i asked him where he was. He said he was back. (Great). So i proceeded to ask him what he was doing on friday night and then i invited him to a session of KTV with friends and then to a club i was promoting for after that. He said he will call me tomorrow. He went offline.

Chapter 2
He came online almost immediately. Then suddenly a pressing question came into my mind that i had always wanted to be answered. I asked if he was still with his spouse. (This question was triggered after seeing him canoodling with some girl at a drinking session some time back when he was married.) He replied why. I said because he was kissing a girl right in front of me with the knowledge that i knew he was already married during that drinking session. He said he knew what he did and the consequential divorce looming ahead. I apologised for his complex life.

XX: aron, will tell me something honestly

Aaron: yea?

XX: I am sorry if this sounds wired
XX: but i am actually his wife, i was using his acount, but it is not your fault that i found out about him cheating on me,

Aaron: omg
Aaron: omg

XX: i've always known

Aaron: omg
Aaron: please please

XX: the girl sent picutre to me already
XX: of them hugging and kissing
XX: so i always know, dont fell guilty to him

I realised the second time he came online was not him but his wife.
A convicting day it was...

I will not subject myself to consistency.

Free

Long has sleep been adjourned. It is the ungodly hour of 6 but matters as pressing on the heart as this charge to be forged before the corruption of memory. Still the form of her tears play in the mind. For as long as it was allowed the languid ventures at revelation has always concluded in defeat.

Stupor was the state. Unrehearsed, unpremeditated. The facade of pretention has disintegrated yielding to transparency. Words are void in this presence, your lament sufficing.

Dear Friend,Thank You for everything.

Drunken Brawl - Courtesy Mr. Ho

I received a wound today... Not too big, but big enough to hurt. A constant reminder of the perpetrator who did it.