Liquid Lights and Water Sprites.

Thanks for the Memories

Two very special people. Miles away yet so close. The oldest memories I have are those that involve them. You are never forgotten.

One very special family. Apart, we are but individuals. Together, nothing conquers us.

Two corners of the world. Both where I can find those who are near, dear and so special to me. I've known some for only a year, but I feel I know them as well as I do the ones who I've known since birth.

Love forever.

Still Pre AS, Still Procrastinating.

I watch you slowly disappearing, unravelling in yourself. Such a pity. You were once worth so much. And now, you're barely here.

And please, I can hear you loud and clear. Your voice is ringing in my head.

Trust you to make a complete mess of everything.

I was be counting on you to hold me together

when everything fell apart.
What happened?

I've got the power. All Double A's of it.

Pure Energy - with a splash of colour.

Even without you.

Pre-AS Procrastination.

I really should have been studying for tomorrow. But it was just too depressing. Everytime I read through it's as if I'm hearing it for the fifty millionth time and yet there's a nagging voice in my head that keeps on saying something is not right. So I took some time off. Photographic stress relief therapy.

I personally wouldn't be able to make it through without these two glorious delicacies : murukku and papadam. In my opinion, mankind's more brilliant inventions in the culinary arts.

Heeeeere fishy fishy fishy.

Gotcha now.

Just keep swimming.

Ker-splat.

Squelch.

The aloe vera leaf hardly protested as I squished it for all it's gooey worth. And it produced quite an artistic splatter pattern all out of it's own accord.

I would go with the traditional white stones, caption it 'Diamonds are a girl's best friend' and leave you in awe over the beauty of the jewel. But that wouldn't be me.

Blood Diamonds : Diamonds mined in war zones and sold to finance the insurgent rule of a tyrannical warlord, mostly in Africa. Not all diamonds are forever.

The parasitic growth on my dolphin. Not really parasitic, the fellow being made of wood and this being simply an ant's nest. Yet, it does look a bit angry. Hence, parasite.

And last, my Maped. I owe to this piece of wood-encased graphite whatever dismal or deliriously brilliant grade I manage to scrape through with.

leaf me out, pencil me in.

Long Distance Hodgepodge.

We’re so G.

In all three ways – godey, gay and gangsta.

But who gives a fshit? ‘Cause we’re rockin’ Colombo City like there’s no tomorrow.

You’re there, I’m here. But it doesn’t make a difference.

1.48.23 on Skype and it seems like you’re just around the corner.

Silly Patronuses, Misanthropists and Disparagers.

We are who we are.

Perpetual. Forever and a day, gay.

FML.

I’m going now, but I’ll be with you always ; in spirit.

Look after my heart – I’ve left it with you.

Bottoms Up

They say people drink to remember.

Others drink to forget.

I believe we drink to anaesthetize.

What good is it to have every painful memory come flooding back to you when the spirit floods your brain? It’s no better to have it all washed away, because it’s going to come gushing back the next morning when the confounding numbness of the drink has passed.

Easier just to not feel anything at all.

Gone is the sorrow of a beloved lost; slurred, what would have been the lament over years of misery. Overpowered by that elevated feeling of ecstatic vibrance. Your feet can’t touch the ground. No one can touch you. And for a few hours, it’s good.

It seems like it will last.

But after the pulse of the bass turns into the dull throb in your head and that floating feeling in your feet seems to have caused angry blisters, there’s nothing left.

Nothing left but that feeling you were trying not to feel in the first place.