dnunken post 02

hello... drunken again.. kind of.

E. took me along to the cutest little boutique selling reconstructed vintage clothes and antiques. I was sorely tempted by two carved wooden pendants (an anchor and a ship's wheel), and a pair of skirt/shorts that was based on an antique pattern of Victorian bloomers. We hung out there eating cheese + homemade goodies and drinking lots of excellent Sangria.

Z. (bless his dear heart) said 'just splurge on one piece lah', but this year I made a decision to only buy Malaysian-made fashion. I have my eyes on a beautiful long silk dress from Gallo. I've been looking for an ankle-length dress I can wear with sneakers, and the Gallo dress is definitely it. It has a lime green top, with bright purple skirt. If it is the sole item of clothing I purchase this year, I will be happy. I'm proud of myself that I haven't bought any clothing or shoes since February, except a 5-pack of cute cotton panties. I'm finding new ways to wear all my clothes, which is pretty fulfilling. It's the dresses... the dresses that are my weakness. I see a beautiful one and all good sense flies out the window.

Uh... i think i'll have a smoke now. then bed. goodnight. drunken and happy. observatory... seeing stars. mmm.

Drunken post

Riding home through fog at midnight, with vodka, wine and some home-made hooch (o-sake) in my bloodstream.

Crossing the bridge over Toyohira river was like brushing the robes of a sleeping god.

Pleasure, laughter, food and drink. Sleep now. I'm happy. Good night.

Drunken post

Hahahah. Didn't take very long did it? Making noble inroads into that bottle of Smirnoff.

The night before last, as I fell asleep, I saw right in front of me, through the mosquito net, a small little green glow, as if a faint star had descended into my concrete hut. Stupid and hazy between dream and life, my thoughts ran thus:

OMG. It's a light. WTF is it doing there? Am I dreaming? I feel quite awake though.
*blink*
Shit, it's still there. You know what they say about seeing a light in the jungle - don't look at it! It may be some pontianiak shennenigans, dey!
But it's so pretty...
*blink*
Still there. Aiyoh. Maybe it's a _______. But who am I kidding, those things disappeared ages ago. Whatever. Sleep la.

Well, I didn't dare to hope, but G. confirmed tonight that there are fireflies around here. So I have been visited. Poor lonely little thing. If it comes again I will stare and stare at it, I promise!

Tomorrow I will try to catch this almost mythical U401 bus into town.

Yesterday night, because of the day's rain, the stars were out in all their glory. I turned off the lights and sat staring at them, rapt and humbled. That simple grace I've known intermittently throughout my life, brought into being by the most cliched of things (sunsets, stars, full moons, ballet, etc.), wrapped around me like an invisible blanket...

Betta: You know, I wish I would just see likd a snake or a giant centipede, so that I can freak out once and then be done with it
G.: Hey, give it time
Betta: I just want to get the freak out out of the way, you know
G.: You may not even see one!
Betta: *forging ahead* So did this centipede actually get onto your foot or was it NEAR your foot? These things matter .
G.: Uhh. It was NEAR, not actually ON.
Betta: *shudder*

Drunkne n post

Oh it's been awhile since I did one of these. Sorry poop I came home and had more that's the bad effect of having a house well supplied with booze. Hmm. Lets see. We were trying to recreate the dynamics of friendship with venn diagrames. I asked, how about garments and friendship?
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'I wouldn't wear a shirt forever'.

'Do you ahve something from when I first met you?'
'Yeah it's a blue polo shirt'
'OMG THAT SHIRT'
'Yes.'

So that object from when I first met you has lived as long as our friendship. The older the friendship the older the object. I really remember that shirt.

If you give it to me, I'll make a new garment that tells the story. This particular shirt would become a dress in soft navy blue cotton. It would have a red satin lining. Cloth covered buttons and pin tucks along the shoulders. You could walk a hundrend miles in this dress, maybe a thousand.

Cures

Sure wish I had me some of that super magical Nutrient Water right about now...

Count count count those bottles = number of drunken nights... (some days too)

My best friend - Drunken Post

{Two bottles of wine later...heeheehee. Still stands tho. x.}

Once, when I was giving a thank you speech, I forgot to mention the single most important person in the scheme of things. Afterwards, I felt wretched about this particular lapse. But then I witnessed it again in person, at a friend's wedding, where the bride neglected to acknowledge the person who had been absolutely central in the planning and execution of the whole wedding she-bang. It occurred to me then, that there is one person who is so central, so constant in one's thoughts, that it is inconceivable that they should ever be absent, that they should ever be ignorant of the importance that they play in one's everyday life...

That they know, always and forever, the rhythm of your days, your nights. What keeps you awake at night, crying for lost loves and unachievable heights. You think you know what keeps them going... but in your heart, you know... you are blessed. These creatures who work in accounting, in finance, in the maze of the corporate world you take such liberties in bitching about - they have navigated, triumphed even. These friends who inhabit the worlds you've created... will they ever know the meadow you've imagined for them, green and bright and beautiful, with a little house and modest fountain, leading from the past into the future...

Drunken post

Home. Been avoiding this blog.

No water, no words.

No one gets it, everyone full of solutions, but no one wants to sit down and listen to me drink.

I geddit. You geddit?

I love you, baby. My city. Do you love me? x.

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I knew it would be like this. Never forget - it's no one's fault.

Patience. Time...

'Work [Writing]... if you believe in it enough... undoes all sorrows'
- Orhan Pamuk (I paraphrase ... because I'm drunk)

PS. Buddha preserve me from

... making verbose posts on kakisein whilest intoxicated! Strength strength strength strength.

Durnken post

Even though 'Tattoo After Care' clearly states that one should 'stay away from sun, salt water, chlorine, saunas and spas for TWO weeks'... what are the odds that one attends an art openign within those forbidden two weeks in which there is an ARTIfiCIAL SAUNA as an installation??? Tell me! What are the odds? Could Betta resist taking part in said installation? Even though the fresh tattoo was itching and burning on her back, could she have denied the artist the pleasure of her presence in his constructed space? Especially as he was naked and wearing a prodigious prosthetic dong of immense proportions. Yes, she drank and drank. She sat in the sauna. She gave the artist a kiss. She hopes her tattoo survives the trauma. In any case she made it back home and is bloggin this ... to you. Hic. Gnight.

mthfuckers

x.

Drunken post #godknowswhat

Was wined and dined by K. and R. tonight. OMG. Spoilt rotten. Drunk. Happy. Full in tummy and soul. Saw sculptures by the sea - AT NIGHT! The sky... a thousand pinpricks in a black velvet coat. Just... aaah. Monosyllabic. Imagine being in between two of the most generous souls in the known universe, hell bent on feeding, watering and entertaining you until you burst. Can die lar. Damn happy. Love everyone. Love everything. Hic. Gnight