Monday, October 03, 2005

The world slows down as the millions of lights across the city glow and twinkle in the night. Suddenly Punt Rd isn't gridlocked anymore and the occassional dopler effect of a car speeding by would appear surprisingly fast. Sometimes if you hold your breath long enough, you sense the kind of agitation to realise what it's like to be enclosed in a confined environment. Some rare nights I would wake up in the wee hours of the morning and find it hard to go back to sleep. Staring at shadows cast by the moonlight, I feel enlightened somehow for breaking away from the monotonous daily ritual. It's the treadmill effect I think, when days are made for eat, sleep and work...When thoughts of conflict run their course through the mind, you earn for human contact. Of course, I stop myself from reaching the phone and waking them from their blissful slumber. Then I realise how much I enjoy sitting here on my own, just daydreaming, or flipping through trashy brainless magazines.

When sleep is deprived, the days melt into each other like a surreal dream. Everything you do during the day becomes trance-like; the noctural body finding it strange to adjust to the glare of sunlight. Ahh, the intoxication of the sleepdeprived, so very much like being drunk. I find myself behaving very outgoing during those wee hours, no inhibition whatsoever. That attitude of 'I don't give a f*^$' is quite liberating actually, I suppose that's the time of the day when you connect to people the most.

Ok, gonna escape this computer screen and immerse myself under the steady warm steam of shower water.

xiao ying @ 7:52 PM.