Sniff, Sniff, Sniff

its not clearly known to me why i enjoy smells. i enjoy the sense of smell more than my other senses. i'm like a walking olfactory device homing down on scents. i enjoy smelling my hot coffee after its freshly brewed and left sitting on the table. i let the smell permeate the room i am in, and like invisible ribbons in the air, the coffee smell makes its way slowly through the air and into my nose. pure indulgence.

perfume too has that effect on me. nothing is more inviting to me then a girl who smells nice. after all if the sense of smell dont make a girl sexy, perfume companies would have gone bust a long time back. and the last time i checked, a small vial of perfume still cost an arm and a leg. well good ones anyway. no point skimping on the cheaper variaties. its important to note that you dont want to smell like a working girl when the U.S Navy is in town.

a select few girls don't even need to wear perfume. some how they have an invisible aura that envelopes their bodies in their own scent. a scent so elusive that its barely even there. it actually requires a second take to pinpoint the source. and that my friends is even more precious then finding the Shroud of Turin. for once, put your nose on max alert and sniff around. you'll be plesantly surprised what your nose leads you to.

A rose by any other name, would smell as sweet...

Tick, Tick, Tick

i was already anticipating the dinner when i woke up at 7am. the whole 1/2 hr journey to work i was thinking about the dinner. when i arrived at work at 8:30am, time seemed to come to a stand still. every second took its toil on me. looking at the seconds hand move at a snails pace was just to hard to bear. i had entered a dimension where time stood still. time had no relevance here, like a black hole, it just sucked everything into oblivion.

with a stroke of luck 5pm did come. i was like a bat out of hell. if it wasnt for the fact i was 31 stories up, i would have opened one of the windows, and jumped out for a quick escape. jumping 31 stories isnt a very productive method after much deliberation. so i took the lift down instead.

met puff at the pick up point and had our dinner after lazing around for a bit. dinner was exquisite. it could not have been any better, and it was also impossible to be any better. Epicurus would have given an arm and a leg to have joined us. after that, puff and me went back for our favourite after dinner drinks at her place. without as much as moving any of our waried muscles, we both just stoned like hibernating bears. sunshine, sunshine, what have you added in my drinks and food?

Time passes quickly when you are having fun...

What? What? What?

i have done a lot of different things. all bad, addictive or totally wrong. after awhile, when the novelty has died, or the people i do wrong shit with are gone, i cease all those activities. being able to say no isn't one of my strong points. i'm a pack animal. but i realized that all pack animals do is gather around together, sniff each others arses and lick their own balls. sometimes being able to say 'been there done that' isn't such a good way to go. strange but true. there's a fine line between being worldly and a jackass who's done dumb things. but generally i succumb to the 'try first worry later' kinda deal. well we roll with with good and the bad.

on a different note, i have been getting nocturnal visits from a pesky rodent. i have seen him sneaky around the shadows at the corner of my eye. i know i promised him to you Puff, but i am so sorry. Mickey didnt make it. spring loaded traps arnt very forgiving. Mickey didnt stand a chance, the trap damn near split his neck in half. oh did i also mentioned that i dislike clearing dead rodents?

Never a damn cleaner in the house when you need one...

Flutter, Flutter, Flutter

its a fact of life. hearts get broken time and time again. just like a natural need for food and shelter, feeling wanted and loved comes as second nature for all. it is important to understand that even with the coldest Winter nights, when all is bleak and hopeless, that Spring will eventually come to warm your body. its a matter of waiting things out and letting life run its course.

life is all so precious when you have found something to love and devote to. to lose youself and find youself within that person. in a world of disposable needs and infinite wants, the one thing you can hope to hold onto is another beautiful soul. do you find yourself wanting to drop everything and rush over to comfort, hold or be in the presence of that special someone.
its a feeling akin to having thousands of butterflies going through your body and hovering around you. your heart skips a beat every so often, you stomach is always churning with anticipation and uncertainty, and your body just floats around weightlessly. so unnerving and yet so beautiful at the same time.

When the Moon hits your eye, like a big pizza pie, that's Amour...

Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps

everything happens for a reason. in a world of infinite possibilities, millions of different people are tied together by thin wispy threads of "chance". everyday you meet different people from all walks of life. a waiter at the restaurant, the guy you paid money to at the petrol station, someone sitting beside you during a lecture, a resident at the block you nod to while passing each other along the corridor. among all that multitude of people you come across to at random, what are the chances of you meeting someone you can really connect with? 1 in 500? 1 in 1,000? or 1 in 10,000? either way i see it as a pretty slim chance. you could see it as an improbable chance or Divine Intervention. i believe in Divine Intervention.

Pure and utter devotion...

Throb, Throb, Throb

Mmmm...the weekends are finally here. and nothing like a nice Anzac long weekend to make it better. i was already in a great mood albeit a lil zonked out for the whole afternoon. i was typing up some procedure for training purposes and staring mindlessly into the computer screen and zoning out. but somehow even without any brain activity, i still felt an overwhelming sense of joy that Fri is here, and still with 3 days to boot.
after work i, the sluggishness suddenly left me. i was totally reborned. like a monkey in a Del Monte farm, so many bananas and so lil time. i paid my parking for the day (which killed me by the way, City Parking kills you...) and headed to dropped some rice dumplings of to a friend of mine.

we spent some time on her goggle box watching friday movies and stoning together. taught her how to enhence existing varicose veins on the hand with a green colored highlighter. she wasnt impressed, but i was, even tho' i had done it to myself more times then i care to remember.
she knows i am easily amused anyway...

i offered myself to her for mutilation, but she turned it down. so i was allowed to live another day. she probable figured i was still better alive to her then dead, tho the urge to hurt me was ever so strong in her. oh well...

might be my imagination, but i swear its still throbing, Puff...

Zap Zap Zap

there is always hope. its all good i say. i have always been an optimist. even when the shit has totally covered the whole world, i still believe that when things cant get any worse it can only get better. when you have finally landed after hitting the bottom of the well, you can no longer fall further than you alreadly are. that means that the only direction left is up.

i have always maintained that its always going to be a better tomorrow. it is a better tomorrow for me. the time is now. we all live by a certain set of rules that we have all set for ourselves. mine's "If not now, then when? If not you, then who? If i dont do it, will you?" its not getting darker because the sun has left, the Sun left so that you have a bit of respite. too much of a good thing is like a cliche, worn out and often bad. i know that after i brave the night, the Sun will be there just like it always has. sunshine, my sunshine.

i thank you for being there. it might last forever or for just another minute, but thanks for the ride, its been a smooth smooth ride...

Scratch, Scratch, Scratch

its wierd sometimes. you can never figure out what runs through a persons mind. its hard trying to understand what people want. i am trying my best to be in tune too. i swear i am. but the messages are all garbled. he said she said. i am only human. it can be so "3 steps forward, 4 steps back" and just when i thought that i have started moving and progressing, i have ended up where i started.

a friend told me that shes who she is now, because of all the people shes been with. maybe shes right. i just wanna float down stream with all the debris. its hard swimming against the current alone.

Drone Drone Drone

what even makes you think i am vaguely interested in what you have to say? damn it, i dont even pretend to acknowledge your prescence. i dont pretend to like you, i dont make small talk and i sure as hell dont wanna listen to your inane dribble. i have never seen anyone as dumb as you. i have seen retarded goldfishes on pot that were more coherent then you. why do you insist on telling me what you did during the weekend? do i look like i need to bond with you? if i do i apologise for sending you the "come-hither" subliminal messesges. i will try harder to send the message across. i strive towards being as blunt as i can. oh yes, which part of "You Jackass..." dont you get? obviously the you part.

theres only so much i can do, but its hard work i know. after my exprience with you, i believe i can now work with and enjoy the company of single cell creatures.

Kill...Kill...Kill

i'm a cog in the industrial wheel. day in day out i work. cant say that its any different from any other person who fills the offices in my building. as i sit in my office, i stare out into the jetty that’s smack right in front of me and i dream. its always a mad house here at work, but even then i still take the time to stone. from my lil room, i can see all my other workmates scrambling all over the place. just like thousands of hairy Mongolians pillaging a village. burning and killing, a job for a Mongol marauder is never finished. lots of people to kill, lots of places to invade. camels going berserk. loads of grunting. hairy chested Mongols barking out orders to advance. there’s only so much grunting i can take.
time for me to take the service lift down to basement car park. i have a quick smoke before i go back upstairs.

there’s a battle to fight, and i'm back to barking orders to my grunts...