These foolish things

A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces
An airline ticket to romantic places
Still my heart has wings
These foolish things remind me of you.

A tinkling piano in the next apartment
Those stumblin' words
That told you what my heart meant
A fairground painted swings
These foolish things remind me of you.

You came, you saw, you conquered me
When you did that to me
I knew somehow this had to be
The winds of march that made my heart a dancer
A telephone that rings but who's to answer
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things remind me of you

Meow, people.
My posts have been quite boring of late.
No controversial issues, no furious ranting.
Everything's been rather dull.
Well, life's like that sometimes.
I never promised you a rose garden, remember?
There must be rain sometimes.

How am i?
I'm okay, i'm fine.
I'm still alive for crying out loud.
That itself already requires some applaud in this world.

91 is the current number of people who have died since the deeparaya season started
Most of them motorcycle riders.
i think i met 92, 93, 94 on the road today
Sometimes i can't help but think that they deserve it.
Maybe i'm generalising but well, it sure seems like all these mat motors have a death wish.
I'm not at all sympathetic with these motor deaths.
I think most of them need to be OFF the road.
Its so annoying how whether they're wrong or right, they're always right in the eyes of the "law".
Real pisses me off.

Maybe i should purchase a little scooter of my own.
Zip around, purposely knocking people over to get a little monetary compensation.
Sheesh.

Sorry.
I must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed today.
But well, i only have one side to wake up from anyway.
And if that happens to be the wrong side, too bad la.
And so here i am, ranting away, tapping hard and quick on my keyboard,
Punching at it with the tips of my fingers,
my thoughts, flowing through.
Some of them make it onto the screen,
black and white.
But most...
Most end up as secrets
Innermost deepest thoughts that are secured in a secret place
a prison, where no one who call themselves my friends want to delve into.
No one, except for two.
One is my dear Friend...
the other...well, the other's identity lies in that gaol too.
And so for those of you who think you know everything about me because you read my blog,
where i share with you parts of my life...
Think again.