this has been a lazy week for me. i floated between dreams and fantasies, especially those worthy of award winning dramas...

this has been a quiet week too... i thought of getting sloshed, but that girls' nite out did not happened. i overslept and did gyming on my bed instead with full speed and steam that i am kind of glad my PT knows nothing about it. my tooth killed me and brought me somewhere between hell and heaven. i was brought back to life however was told that i will have to live my life on the brink of death until 27th september, that is when the angel of toothy smiles is available. what a long list of appointments he has. my toes are telling me that i am actually freaking out.

the quietness of the days and the long nights are buzzing in my ears quite loudly. Mr. A is busy like a bumble bee, picturing him wearing a suit of stripes painted black and yellow. yet another A is busy catching my moods. i felt sorry for him that i am beginning to resemble a fussy bear searching for a grade A pot of honey. well, as the saying goes: "when the best has captured your heart, no other choices will remained seen." after quoting this, i think of babywipes.

these few nights during the empty starkness of the dark, babywipes has been appearing quite frequently. i do hope this special month has nothing to do with bringing his memory to mind. i thought of potato salad and carrot juice and then i asked myself what would happened right now. i still hold him deep down as a dear friend no matter what. the frequency of his smiles appearing wears me tired and thin. maybe the ups and downs we shared were of pretty exhausting nature.
still i miss babywipes.

i wonder if i end up spending the best moments of my life with someone, would babywipes wish me well? would he appear and that we could share another salad and juice together like we did. during a cold night and the lovely skyline bustering with stars and satellites. sharing a secret smile and laughing at invisible stuff. being silent friends is just as important to me even though the phyiscal self no longer grasp hold of what has been there or used to be part of us.

right now, who i miss most is Mr. A. his laughter and his smiles.

i have a friend whose head in stuck in a steamer all because he wanted some colours to brighten his black and grey life. stark lines of white drew the outline he never is. grey to define the distinction of what he never was. the fine line he skips 2 steps between.

a friend who promised to strike it down at the gym. rather turn pink and blue at the salon. when i see him later, i shall smack him HARD