Wednesday, March 21, 2007

the last dayz

its been raining heavily for the last two nights, and im glad for having those cool-thunderstormed-sleeps

woke up several times today, apart from taking a piss or just opening my eyes, i just kept being locked down to the bed, some force of gravity keeping me there, did not feel too tired, so i just kept my eyes closed for the sake of it.

its a wonderful feeling having to struggle on how late you want to wake up, i waited for the sun but then it was still cold, so i decided to wait for the early afternoon warm to creep in before i decided to get my day going, which is probably gonna be filled with having meals banking a small cheque and watching tele

in this big-bad-city, the pace can really get to you, everything is money, you cant even have free entertainment, and in turn time is the money, so having all this time to waste kinda makes me feel like a freakin millionaire

the highlight of it all would probably be still stuck in the bed at some god-forsaken hour when your girlfriend has to get up to the grind of things and make it to work on time.
you hear the showers, the making up, yet you cant open ur eyes because the fluorescent lights might blind you seeing that the sun aint up yet.
and just after the scent of perfume is being sprayed, you get the gentlest goodbye kiss, a very unique and comforting kiss, seing that the person is willing to give a part of their busy schedule to show some affection to someone who is still laid flat on the bed, mouth as open as fly trap and probably with drool slipping through the side lips.
still to0 flat out to return the affection, you know silently that a new day begins.

and it ends pretty well too, when you're out lepaking at some mall just looking at human behaviour and decided to head back before rush hour, the traffic is as smooth as silk and the sun starts to tilt, and the colours come out gold and you know theres is still hope in this city, this country, as faded out as it seems most of the time, the sunset and swaying trees from the occasional breeze reminds us of a golden past and hopefully a future.

2 comments:

YU JIAN said...

Fuiyoh. Macam baca novel / short story.

Very vivd descriptions.

Anonymous said...

thats where inspiration comes from, and absolute buffet of time and lepaking