July 14, 2010

On this fated day.

Transition phase: Torture.
Attempt: Moving on.
Need: Heartbreak. Now.
Drastic times are finally here.
Early morning today, my grandfather passed away. He was feeling unwell, and they decided to take him to the hospital. On the way to the hospital, two minutes away from the gate, he took his last breath and died peacefully. He lived his life to the fullest, for seventy-nine years. He loved, he gave, he cared and he was one of the most selfless people I have and will ever know. The amount of people who are going to miss him will be endless.
I'm still in shock, and haven't completely digested this news yet. This post may be a bit too straightforward for my own liking as well, but it's the only way I can put it because my mind lacks imagination and motivation right now. I just had a need to write this down somewhere, so I did. And it feels a little better.
Now I know what my second tattoo is going to be.

July 07, 2010


There are times like these
Where I enjoy not making any sense at all.
The slow motion of a local train
The stillness within the puddle of muddy water
The colour purple.
The baby in the hat cries.
"Shift in a little,please?" She says softly.
Cellphone keys and neon necklaces
Stolen earphones and melancholy thoughts floating
so far away from where I am right now.
This bittersweet solitary symphony.
She gets up and leaves, with one last forlorn look.
It's emptying out now.
Orange turns to red and then to white.
But the water's still grey.
How impersonal these little things are.
It's a lovely detached feeling.
Stop looking at me, please.