ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand

Last night was one of those nights, one of those 'tossing and turning in bed' kinds. Maybe it was the triple shot espresso I had at noon, or the glass of Coke I had in the evening, or that bowl of chicken soup at midnight that didn't agree with my stomach, or those messages from Topher; but I ( Read more... )

hold your glass up, hold it in

Somewhere in Kuala Lumpur is a 50 year old man with 60GBs worth of indie music he will never understand ( Read more... )

I could tell, from the minute I woke up

The last time I had a break down and told my mother I needed to get away, she bundled me up and sent me to Jementah; which is a village roughly the size of a piss pot and not nearly as interesting. There I spent countless of evenings awake and staring at the ceiling, only passing out of sheer exhaustion ( Read more... )

from an empty room on the first floor

I clearly remember that intoxicated evening we ran up the hill, yelling, screaming and laughing like lunatics, abandoning ourselves in the spirit the moment, falling deeper and deeper into the madness of it all. And at for a brief moment five minutes after New Years Eve, we were the Kings of the World; Chang, ( Read more... )