rechallenged the addiction

Beautiful / It’s so beautiful / Adjourn that tensing of unnecessary

Beautiful / Yet so beautiful / Despite of the type and dried moan

Like they said / Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

Like what is / Even beast has a beauty to flaunt

Beautiful / Comprehensively / Beautiful only in a matter of formality

Beautiful / To be beautiful / is to fake petulant with lackadaisical

Like mentioned / Living can be beautifully expanding

Like not to / Beautifully structured is not a perfect plan

Beautiful / How beautiful is / The fabric that swathes the figurine

Beautiful / Aristocratic of / A beautiful nation to dwell in

Like forgo / The beau in sight and that of not

Like here did / A sparkling beau of impracticality

Beautiful / None is beautiful / Sweeping notion carries too much weight

Beautiful / Am beautiful of / The character props the manifestation

With John Pizzarelli’s “Coffee, Black” still playing in my head and the real strong brewed pot of coffee by my colleague, reminded of a site I’ve surfed once. An artist (oester.ch) of core and bare.

Pronunciation: ‘kofee

Definition: 1. [n] a medium to dark brown color 2. a seed of the coffee tree 3. a beverage consisting of an infusion of ground or roasted berry

Interpretation: Dreaming that you are drinking or needing your coffee, suggests that you should gain some insight and knowledge before making a decision or tackling some project/relationship. Alternatively, it may imply a need for you to change your routine.

As of now…

I lingered on, fading away / My silenced thought voicing out loud / I stepped afar, moving too close / Your ignorance of, trapping it shuts

I shared my brewed cup of coffee, with someone who didn’t seem too keen

I rested down, leaving footprints / This vague landing hitting no surface / You diverted elsewhere, losing knotted thread / A stranger appeared in midst approaching my side

Then I shared my brewed cup of coffee, with someone who I knew I shouldn’t

Reminded me of “March of The Penguins”

Love island, not likely to be “Lost”

Amazingly glowing coral in deep ocean that even “Nemo” is not aware of.

I could be one by my side whispering the tune of early morning, either it be rigidly croak, or tamely submissive.

Silence to endless misery, carrying out the possibility, taking hold off everything that breaks, keeping close for the sake of obvious.

Guilty of not returning your love, not wanting your constant whole, I’d built a structure too tough to break in, it might take a while, and your mindful effort, don’t give up on me, already I gave up on myself.

A terrible thought, a sickening feeling, a lost child in the presence of new toy.

Tempting as it be, opportunity not cease, I fear of what my two hands might do, sans commitment, sins committal.

Familiarize with the sounding box, twisting my agenda, a sense of despair.

How naive am I?

Two weeks back… at KLCC, MPO… Vivaldi’s Four Seasons… Perfecto!

Last weekend… at KLPAC… A March Affair by Hands Percussion Team… Amazing beats!

Passing by Mandarin Oriental.

Golden cubes (Pineapple pastry).

Lunch at Nippon Teh… Modest…

Dinner at Seri Petaling… Red Antz… Overrated… Mistake with translation…

Other odd stuff… and interesting cafe…  

Dessert at Capri… Nicely done.

Supper at Pudu… Weird!

Visit to Sentul West, supposedly to meet up with Faridah to view the venue at KLPAC, but she had emergency appointment. But still managed to seek a peek at Pentas 2.

Attraction by fins… Koi Pond.

Over the week I was down with viral fever, having the feeling of nausae, headache and tiredness was too much. Recently recovered from that. Then I have to catch something else. It’s called Pharyngitis, inflammation of the throat. It was horrible. It felt stingy whenever I eat or drink. I practically lost my appetite over food. Everything seems tasteless. I am still recovering. *cough*

Yet that doesn’t stop me having pizza for dinner. Ken and I tried out the new outlet at Kelana Jaya - Marco’s Pizza. Interior - absorbingly contemporary and suitable for all-age, yet not space-friendly. Menu - several exotic selection with kid’s choices overrated. Pricing - reasonable for such environment and serving. Food Presentation - ordinary, prespectiveless in color mode. Food quality - generously filled ingredients. Food savor - sweet and overpowered. Services - plenty of taskless staff, untrained in handling simple query.

Pics will be posted later

Fast, unmistakably, the rhythm was unsteadied, blood pushed through the arteries, and it began at the heart, all for the wrong reason. Captivity of sort, encouraged unexpected protection, surpassed any first impression. That single individual. That someone I am learning to love.

The anticipation, the reluctant to be swept off the ground. Was it the smile? Or was it his words? It couldn’t possibly be purely physical attraction. What was it then? I was lost. Confused at times. How could I explain that mechanism between us? It was merely a first meeting, not even a date! But I knew I like what I see. And I want it, unconditionally.

Indeed, mistake as it was from the beginning. But a mistake I prayed to make. The casualty of the evening. I was conscious yet uncontrollable, like the occurrence of ecstasy. I refused to be tempted. I did try. The eerie black sky was laminated with pastel colours. It was an opportunity to reassure myself. I was in no danger. I was in good hands. It was safe.

Infectious as it was, like yawn and laughter, the midnight halted. Bedspread was released. In assurance revisited. I reminded myself of my earlier presumption. Could I be wrong? The light was off. Too late. My system was working twice as hard. Not only my heart was pulsating, but so were my brain and every inch of my anatomy. I trusted myself, with him.

Lost again. Even a blind man could tell I was inexperienced. Still am of now. I gag. I was scared. I began to have second thought. I reproached. I did gag again. At least I could breath. I learned, probably too late for my age. Trial and error shouldn’t be happening at this stage. It should be done back then when we haven’t met. I was embarrassed. I was afraid, even when clearly I am not alone. The only company I had was a stranger I fell for.

My sleep was clouded with repeated serenity. Not a single dream was there. It was something else. A trusted feeling. A sense of being fulfilled. I was surprised with myself. I was breathing. Soberness returned. But I was no longer confused or unsure. Nor did I regret or lost. I found myself, in him.