Tuesday, November 29, 2005 .

Anathema


i was greeted by a cold gust of wind last week when i was down the corridor waiting for the elevator. somehow, cold mornings have always made me feel like im lacking sleep. and by cold, i mean Singaporean cold. ala air-con plus alot of wind.
it's like sitting by the beach all night and getting caught in the sea breeze at dawn. it makes you wanna hug your knees and fall asleep huddling up in some cushions. it's an awkward blend; unusually comfortable and beautifully serene.


and the colour is always a blue-grey hue. always.

screaming infidelity at 8:16 PM
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