pre-valents.

as you can tell, i am back to the torment that is work. sigh. but every year, on a certain date, work serves to distract me from the larger torment that is, St Valentine's Day. haha. actually, i don't put too much weight on the event, however, my brain tends to be super good at remembering and re-vomiting details of my past on that day, so it is best that i get myself occupied.

naturally, with the b fiasco (i.e. me being banned from her life) still warm (eh, purely becoz i am stroking it in my head) despite the amount of time that has passed, this vday shall be pretty memorable.

and to add a little kick to it all, i just had a most pointless argument with joys. pointless becoz it was done over the net. through email (becoz i refuse to touch messenger), that it changes nothing, and pointless becoz the position of someone else in your own life can only be determined by yourself.

forgive the bitter talk. i get funny during this time.


gaston thinks it will be a day that we will use as resource for good poetry. maybe he might, but on my end, i highly doubt it. i have only ever written one vday poem and it's not even really about it.

here u go.

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Games

Valentine’s Day and the park with no business
becomes perfect as
a last hiding space.
The neighbours’ children keen to take advantage,
are oblivious, and playing
at being grown-ups again.
Noisy buggers.
Still,
you can’t help but love them,
as they raced on bicycles
tracing circles around me,
and falling once in a while.
Of course they cry -
children are children after all -
but I loved how they picked
themselves up
so easily, and
so quick to laugh
at the adventure of falling.

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listening to : sixpence none the richer: breathe
reading: some old guy rave about whores. cool book.