Monday, September 26, 2005

When I was in the UK, I often day dreamed about what was going on in the daily lives of my mates here in Singapore. I often imagined that they were having a great time, eating amazing food, getting tan...etc. It's funny how when you're in one place you often think about being somewhere else. As simplistic as that statement sounds, what I guess I'm trying to say is that I don't really feel like I've settled in that much. I've been leading a more than comfortable life since I got back and I really don't have anything to complain about. I mean, I have my health, I have most of my family here and I have some wicked mates here..but, my soul, it just feels so restless and unsettled. Truth be told, I spend so much time thinking about my mates in the UK (as well as those I met in the UK) and spend so much time missing them immensely, that it just feels like my head (and heart) isn't quite here. My head's clearer than it's been in a long time but I just feel like I don't belong, almost. I don't know how long it's going to take and I don't know if I ever will be able to get used to being back here but I hope that this feeling of detachment and uncertainty ends soon. If not for my parents (who, it seems, always have something for me to do. This is a good thing because it keeps me occupied) and for folk like The Tick who're constantly coming up with stimulating and interesting activities for me to indulge in (ok, i know this sounds very twisted....it makes me sound like a hyperactive child and a sex pervert at the same time...let me assure you that said activities are very decent), I'd probably have gone clinically insane. Ahhhh.....Suddenly, I feel better. This is so strange. Maybe I am beginning to fit in again. If I was in the UK, I would have gone to the pub to celebrate feeling better. Now, I think I'm going to take a cold shower. It's the only thing that I constantly feel that I need. And not because the women here are THAT hot ( I think it wise to swiftly inform my female readers from Singapore, especially those that I know, that this last sweeping statement does not apply to them. They are all hot in my eyes.) PHEW! I think I might have saved myself. Peas Out, I'm off to take that shower.

1 Comments:

Blogger Sam Moon said...

Ah senor tippity top dancing tim,

That is a lot of blogging, however here is some random flow.

At peace, happy with my myself staring out of the window. But then the thoughts change, is the music friendly ?Those eyes, was that glance chance...what if I meet its eye again..... is he beaning too? The fear climbs, fearcom 4. All is intense. The music growls its twisted message of fun through the primeaval methodic marching, cut with the escalating spirals of high range psycadalia. Manic screeches as the banshee wails.The air is burst, the walls alive the music drips down the walls.
Now the eyes are alive again. The faces starting to take the prehistoric streaks of light. Jaws tightening, the feeding begins.

After the rush war, Kubla looked around. The scene was set, the battle before him. The catherderal was alive, the two spinning discs decorating the alter. Kubla slowly decorated him self in the ancient markings of his kind, dipped his mind in the calm of the plateau. The top was reached, his skin alive. The Beat was to be challenged now, the mind vortex engaged with the ritual dancing that the beat demanded.

Kubla Kahn

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