It's been over a month since I've been here. Ib is certainly getting tired of me. She's trying not to show it, God bless her beautiful soul, but there's only so much moping one human being can take from another. Heck, even I, am tired of me. She has tried to get me to go… Continue reading no Fancy Words or Flowery Speak (4): Fluke
Final boarding call for... Hendilaha stood. Black turtle neck, black loafers with a black cardigan draped over her right hand, she was a picture of quiet strength. She was wearing minimal makeup on her fresh face and her long, full black hair was pulled back into a loose knot at the nape of her neck.… Continue reading no Fancy Words or Flowery Speak (3): Flight!
Once I'd made the decision to leave, everything else was easy. Sorting out tickets, visa...being a famous author (albeit an apparent one hit wonder) certainly had its merits. What's weird is how I feel little or no attachment to this place. Almost as if my mind has chosen to block out a number of things...and… Continue reading no Fancy Words or Flowery Speak (2): Beef and Regrets
...Day 4... 'Jacks are better' What does that even mean? Isn't Jack somebody's name first, before being whiskey? Advertising has always been such a funny form of art. I'm in my spot at the corner of the bar. The one that faces the aforementioned 'Jacks Are Better' poster. Laptop and blackberry plugged in. Glass of… Continue reading no Fancy Words or Flowery Speak (1): Jacks Are Better
I remember when I started blogging in February 2011. I sort of stumbled into it (read the full account here) but I remember that it was very exciting. I mean, I put up posts every other day or so. At some point, a friend of mine advised me to slow down so that people would… Continue reading no Fancy Words or Flowery Speak.