Baby, Can You Breathe? I Got This from Jamaica

Photographed by Joe Low

Listening to Muse —— Feeling Good, despite the Blurred Lines title. Well, I’m actually alternating between the two. I love all the Feeling Good covers I’ve heard so far, but Muse’s takes the cake by a long shot. Michael Buble’s could probably be a close second, especially with the Big Band Bond (it just has a certain ring to it) finish, but nothing, and I mean nothing, can top Matthew Bellamy’s spine-tingling falsettos. Simply put, it’s sex music. I’m practically fanning myself as I type this.

Digressing, being busy with work is more or less the norm these days. The weeks are all passing by in a flash —— it’s Thursday yet again (only a day to the weekend!), and I like stating the obvious. I still have yet to find time to write more than once a week —— preferably twice, ideally thrice or more —— and get the other things I want to do done without needing to accumulate and pile them up into a godforsaken tower of procrastination (not the wisest thing, and for very good reasons). Baby steps, baby steps.

Small changes, big results. /deep breath

I’ve been reading a lot lately, delving into articles and books encompassing current affairs, business, entrepreneurship, luxury, and branding, to name a few. Things I’m passionate about mostly. Reading is something that has stuck with me since the very beginning, and I’m thankful for that. As in the words of Benjamin Franklin, an investment in knowledge pays the best interest. Not to mention I’ve an insatiable supermassive black hole (another favourite Muse play) for it.

I’ve been meeting up with old friends as well, to catch up on each other’s lives and happenings after an x amount of time of not seeing one another. It’s always an amazing thing to see how far we’ve come, and how far we’ve yet to go. And you know things can only get better from here onwards. Lots of exciting things coming up, life’s always a pleasure. Mm.

And speaking of pleasures, the beau is finally coming back to Malaysia for a fortnight in about a week’s time! It’s only been around a month and a half since we last saw each other so it hasn’t been particularly long, although I’ve a few things planned for the week he’ll be in KL —— mostly to celebrate our anniversary as we weren’t physically together then, and didn’t get a chance to whilst I was in Beijing. And needless to say, I’m excited, as always where he’s concerned (an LDR perk).

Picture credits to Gucci

You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us. Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood; we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be the stuff of legend, endless discussion and limitless inspiration for the brave of heart. It’s you and me in this room, on this floor. Beyond life, beyond morality. We are gleaming animals painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection. I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch. The time I annihilated while I waited like a man doing a life sentence. Now you’re here and everything we touch explodes, bursts into bloom or burns to ash. History atomises and negates itself with our every shared breath. I need you like life needs life. I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know.

—— Henry Rollins

There’s just something so hauntingly raw and beautiful about this piece of writing. Such chills. Enjoy your evening and sunset, all.