s.Sunday, July 16, 2006

salsa. skyline. ss. santro. surreal. skeptical. stupidity. sj. sheen.

heh, my life's been so insanely full of s's lately somehow. apart from the k, the k which is the c.

there's nothing more romantic or surreal than doing salsa on the rooftop, under the hiddenbehindclouds almostfullbutnotquite moon and the hiddenbehindtheclouds notshowing stars. the city stretching out all around you, glittering with lights - so alive and active, yet so peaceful and calm.

salsa. one two three. one two three. step back, step front. left and right.center. spanish music playing in the background. here, under the moon, under the stars, i tell you, my dear. someone translated some for me. heavenly.

on the way back, saw the same black sexy skyline that i'd seen at khadda 3am, saturday night. a very biased race, a very cute person driving. the number plate.. something 666. i was too busy admiring the car. so sexy. took my breath away. he just brrrrhhmm-ed away. wow. amazing pick. sigh.

and a very happy 6th 15th to you, irony at its peak.
i keep lying to myself, hoping i'll believe it someday?