Still alive!!!!

So I came back, it's still up and running (good job with that Google). And this time around, I've picked back up on a little hobby of mine which started in my teens. That's drawing. I've come to enjoy it very much. And I think I'll just continue with this blog. Funny how I used the header pikturethis during my camera wielding days. These days both D50 and D200 see most of their lives inside the cupboard. Sad but true. I don't really have that much liquid cash now to fund their restoration or advancement in the lenses department. I'll just see how it goes. They managed to get some walks every now and then. Most recently to Melbourne and the Singapore Airshow. Good fun.

With whatever time I have, I've decided to follow a few different artists and try to achieve what they've done so. And one of the projects commonly used to better oneself, is to, sketch at least once a day. So....

Starting tomorrow, I'll make it a point to submit one sketch a day. Barring my flying duties, I will have to take a raincheck during periods of transit. Dubai on Sunday people. Ho boy.....

Don't think this blog will talk much about love anymore, it'll be about life. 

Cheers. See you tomorrow.

Surfed on here, realised that my blog is still lurking about in cyberspace! Haha, great! With so much time, I guess I'll start things rolling again.

Almost 2 years

It's almost 2 years since I last posted...  and it is only in the lowest plummets that I shall resume writing in this avenue of lost loves and broken hearts.

Whilst I was always the broken hearted, I've not taken it lightly since donning the orange jumper.  Things always seemed clearer when you're alone, when you're faced with nothingness.  In the dead of night, when the emptiness kicks in... you see yourself as you were, as you are and as you will be.  Why do my eyes water, why does my heart ache, why do my shoulders feel the weight hasn't been lifted?  Why does the feeling of emancipation not come to me like it did before...  Why?

Fly away from here, anywhere... Baby I don't care

It's 0935H and all I'm doing is reading my book and enjoying the airconditioning in the squadron's lounge. Ship's out, nothing I can do save to roam the base, searching for nothing. Searching for someone to talk to, to irritate, to fuss over. My baby's asleep still, she's always so tired, that 'fraidy cat of a dog took away many hours of sleep from her usual hours. Her little blithe body more fragile than before. I'll take her out for some sun one of these days, I think it'll do her good.

Reading her blog, made me think, made me perceptive to the bigger things, not just the little ones, although many would attest that I've always paid attention to detail in the scarcest areas that need looking into. A sad habit of mine... minding the details of that which could've been overlooked. I guess that's what makes me a sensitive man. Not that I mind though, not that I do at all. I'll look after myself to look after you darling, that's for sure. Some things have to change. Some things will remain the same... Change is always good...


Watching: Pirates of the Carribbean - At World's End
Aaaye! We best be lost when tis the only way to find a place that can't be found!
Let her run straight and true!!!

Listening: Bedshaped - Keane
The Sun in your eyes... yes the sun is in your eyes baby, let it shine through you keep the body ever so warm.

Reading: The little book that BEATS THE MARKET
Magic Formulas... the first I've come across but none too nonsensical. Time will tell.

You took a town by storm the mess you made was nominated

And I am barely breathing, she sits next to me... An evening under the clouds and stars above. It wasn't the daiquiri that I was having, not the cocktail pulling its puppet strings on my mind. We lie back and enjoy the cool wind, it's a hot night, I'm glad we're dressed lightly.

She's in a little tank top, the kind you'd find attractive on a woman who knows where her best assets lie. I can't say that I was giving her my undivided attention, after all, her rising bosoms were screaming out to me. And I dared to claw my way through her clothes with my mind. Her hair's lightly tussled, tied in a half ponytail that reveals more of her face. She looks lovely, a sight to behold. She sits next to me... closer.

I can almost smell her perfume, but it's not. It's just her scent... sweet, fruity, she's a big fan of Clairol's maybe? We're this close and she's holding me, she runs her fingers across my chest. I breathe heavy. She kisses me, lightly on the chest, her lips mutter the approval of me using Polo Double Black. And she moves higher... higher still. Until our lips touch. They're soft, like flower petals, firm, yet delicate and her breathing is laboured, just like mine. Did she feel my heartbeat when she snuggled up next to me? It must've been so, I felt her shiver when I returned the kiss. Oh yes, you have to return it when you want that person as much as she does you, isn't it so? I took her in my arms and kissed fiercely. With as much fire as I could muster, as much desire I could pour outforth with just a kiss.

And I hadn't even started with my tongue...

Watching: Pirates of the Carribean; At World's End
Without a doubt, the series is getting too way over its head and becoming nonsensical. Singapore doesn't look like that, but I guess, movie's a movie! Still an enjoyable watch but many references to the previous movie required a little backtracking. 3.5 out of 5 orgasms. half an orgasm for the Keith Richards cameo.

Listening: Fortune Faded - Red Hot Chilli Peppers
So divine
Hell of an Elevator
All the while my fortune faded
Never Mind
the consequences of the crime this time my fortune faded.

Reading: Flowers For Algernon
Almost ending... Charlie Gordon, it's getting hard not to cry ...

Ain't no other woman that could take your place my love

It was yet another routine patrol out on the Straits... Near the Rock... Nightfall, the sun sets behind me and the salty breeze pushes ruffles my hair into a mess as I stand out on the port bridge wing. It's a Saturday, I'll be heading home tomorrow where I'll get to see her. Get to touch her, get to hold her, get to kiss her, to caress and to feel her. I can't wait. That's just a figure of speech isn't it... I will because I can't do anything else but. I think that's enough breeze for now.

I return to my seat, I'm lucky Danny's with me on the watch. He's always been a good friend when it came down to advice and a good sport when it comes to my jokes and a dead-on whiz with the radar. I don't realise it until he tells me, "Sir, you're so in love."

"How can you tell?" I exclaim, surprise inherent in the tone of my voice.

"You don't realise that you've been singing that love song for the longest time?" says Danny, grinning from ear to ear. He has a Jack Nicholson grin that I bet girls find irresistible.

I pause in my thoughts and I look at him, he nods and smiles knowingly. Try as I might, I can't help laughing, that I've really found someone who's willing to give as much as I want to, someone with the same hunger for passion as I, with the same lust for life and love that hungers and claws out for more. And it's not scary, this insatiability, this... craving. Because each time I'm with her, it calms me down just to lie next to her, to hold her and to be in her arms.

Her eyes are like opals, shiny and glistening with tear swept blinks, they betray her emotions each time I look into them. I can't wait, to be drawn into her gaze and drift away into our own world. A world where exists my love emanating from within onto her.

Without a doubt, without regrets, without wanton, without a care.

I love you.


Watching: --

Listening: My Love - Justin Timberlake/futuresexlovesounds
"Ain't no other woman that could take your spot my love."

Reading: Flowers For Algernon
The anger of knowing, the loss of childlike happiness, a descent into the thralls of adulthood. I curse that I never read this earlier.

I found a way back into love

Pikture this...

"He walks into the bookstore, leading her by the hand. They must've been together for long... I don't see the passion in their eyes. I don't see him looking at her like he would have when they started...

It's a bookstore they're in. The kind you'd find with plenty of magazines from around the world. But it's nice, cause they've got fantastic books on sale all the time. Yes, so, back to the magazines. They walk... they stop. And where do they stop? You wouldn't be able to guess.

He leads them to the shelf, the shelf containing Men's Magazines. And I don't mean the Fitness section. He probably should've though, waist size 38inches perhaps? He reaches for Esquire, he places it back, he bends down 20 degrees, tilts his head down and reaches for the bottom shelf. It's everyone's favourite FHM Singapore. She holds his hand still.

And I have no idea..."

Girls, please tell me what the fuck is a woman doing with a man who doesn't give a damn about her feelings when it comes to reading men's magazines? For the love of God, have some dignity and slap him on the arm or something.

Watching: The Host
Holy shit, it's the first korean movie I think is pretty decent.

Listening: Meds - Placebo
Still

Reading: Flowers For Algernon by Daniel Keys
I haven't started but I bought it already.