Monday, December 27, 2004

Addicted

There's something beautifully melancholic in an addict. Not the type that pretends to be strong and denies addiction. But one that knows that he's chained, and yet, still reaches for the very thing that chains him. Sold to a lie, and learning to make do with it.

Wednesday, December 22, 2004

In the final scene of the movie Brazil, we see the lead actor escaping to the beautiful countryside with his heroine in a truck. And then we realise that all this is just a figment of his crazed imagination. Yet, to him, that is as real as it gets. And perhaps, he's all the better for it.

Always wondered what it'd be like to be mad. What does it take to push one over that fine line? Can I go there and come back again? Is it simply one day deciding that I don't want to care anymore? And perhaps we are the mad ones, living in a society doing what we think we should do and what we imagine what others want us to do and little egos that tell us what we have to do... and those who've decided to get out the real winners in the game?

Monday, December 20, 2004

What do you do when you are no longer able to fit into the mould that you've been expected to fill? Do you go on pretending until you're found out and be forced to face the horror and disappointment that you've imagined for the longest time? Do you rebel in anger, determined break every inch of that mould? Do you decide that perhaps that mould was right and you were wrong, and beat yourself till you fit once again?

Monday, December 13, 2004

SIN-MEL-BALI-SIN.

Bali. First time alone in a new city. It's an interesting experience really. Resisting the urge to pick up the mobile and sms to everyone on the phone book just to feel connected. Silencing the voices in my head that are talking and singing all at the same time, because they fear that, silence. And then, finally, to let every sight, sound, smell and taste of this new place to sink right in. Mmmmmm.

Melbourne. First time in an adult store. Toys galore for every boy and girl and anyone in between. Perhaps it's the romantic in me, but something about the in-your-face characteristic of much of the pictures and packaging that seem to take the magic and mystery away from that very intimate act. Nope, it's all down to tits and dicks. How exciting. (Disclaimer: This is of course a totally biased opinion based solely on adult toy packaging and porn. It has not considered the possibility of the excitement and sparks these toys may provide.)

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