Friday, June 18, 2010

Bali

moto moto and me have this ritual where every July we will have our getaway.
Last year was Sarawak Rain Forest Music Festival and same goes with the year before.
This time around we're gonna give it a pass. It's getting too expensive, too commercialized, you don't really understand what they're playing anyways, you PRETEND to understand and with the help of miscellaneous alcohol, it helps... so instead of Kuching, it's Bali this time.

BUT...

I never really expect coordinating a couple holiday would be so stressful. I mean if it's only Bebet and me, it would be much much more easier. Here, I have to think about :

a. Moto-moto first time to Bali

b. Moto-moto's side project, WHICH i can't reveal here just yet until it is revealed by Moto- moto. Who knows Cicci might google and find out about it :)

c. Bebet and me 1st real holiday together and I want to make it really meaningful and memorable

d. Cicci's excitement of staying near this club called The Bounty. Not that I don't like clubbing I do. It's just that the place is usually crowded with down under and they get very unfriendly when they're in their alcohol fueled experimental session.

e. I would love to stay in Nusa Dua with Bebet and play by the beach. Well we can do the tour in 2 days and the rest Mandi Laut! get the tan and what not.

I was expecting Cicci and Moto-moto would help me with the itenary, but instead they're in this game of push and pull who is getting whos ticket... i mean the travelling date is getting nearer and nearer like a runaway train and here we are without a hotel reservations.

I hate this feelings of being unprepared.

I think this is what I'm gonna do. Tomorrow, when I'm back from this trip, I'm in Bombay by the way, I will check with Cicci and Moto-moto about the trip. If they can't come up with an answer, I will have to proceed with the hotel booking alone.

I can't gamble my holiday with these uncertainties.

And I love Bebet so very much




Monday, June 14, 2010

Fantasy

Fantasy

I love to listen to stories. It brings me endless joy. It teleport me to a place where I used to be or places that I wanna be. Absorbing every details and living it in my psycho mind.

My mind churns out other people's sexperience like my own. Absorbing it like a hungry parasite. It's my dosage of cocaine. Yes I'm a stories junkie

I bet you don't even know what i'm talking about. It's ok.

Someday when you're here, arrived at this very spot do give me a buzz. You will know why I love being here so much.

A clue, places you've been, people you've been with, you're dirty lil secrets. Share it with me. I'm an ever willing listener.

No I'm not lending my ear nor giving you my shoulder to cry on. Just a symbiotic relationship I guess. I need a host to keep me alive and happy and you need to vent out your frustration and lighten up ur secret laden shoulder.

Come to me.

Here.

Sit.

Confess.

Can you imagine what kind of joy those priest having? Listening to all those sins and vice? It's a bloody turn on

Come

Let's talk

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- momot & Bebet -

Sunday, June 06, 2010

8 months

8 moons so fast
in a blink

so sad
slips away
gone

looking back? where the hell did you go?

lost? come back? please?

come back. I need you. not that soon.maybe later

come
sit
chat a lil while longer

embrace
hold me
tighter

warmth, i miss you

happy anniversary...