Bad Day

Where is the moment when needed the most
You kick up the leaves & the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on

You stand in the line just ahead of the law
You're faking a smile with the coffee you go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces everytime
And I don't need no carryin' on

Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile & you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down & you really don't mind
You had a bad day

Well you need a blue sky holiday
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carryin' on

Sometimes the system goes on the brink
And the whole thing turns out wrong
You might not make it back & you know
That you could be well oh that strong
And I'm not wrong

So where is the passion when you need it the most
Oh you & I
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost

You had a bad day
You've seen what you like
And how does it feel for one more time
You had a bad day

Author's note:

I know this has derailed from what I usually write. But I must say that this is a great song for those having a bad day, especially when you're not appreciated for what you've done.

Hey! People with high libido can drop tears too, ok?

Live It To The Fullest

This should be a short entry.

I've been thinking about this for the past few days and finally came to an answer - Sex is necessary.

Or should I say, sex is vital. And I'm not saying this from a pervert's point of view.

I'm sure you've encountered people who would advocate working out as part of a healthy lifestyle. The same group of them would have said that exercising can reduce stress. You'll become alert. You'll be happier. Even when you're at the foot of a hill, and you see shit snowballing towards you, you tell yourself, you will survive.

I beg to differ.

Yes, it's true that working out can do all that. But without sex in the equation, you won't be alert for long. You will be happy only for a short span of time. Eventually, you'll suffocate and drown in that pile of shit.

I'm also sure that you've encountered people who would save their virginity until they get married. And I mean an official marriage, not the customary ones.

Now, if you see a bride smiling widely during her wedding ceremony, and she still claims that she's a virgin, I'm telling you, 99% of the time, she's lying. For those who are still saving your precious virginity for marriage, please have sex in time before you slump into depression.

Trust me, with sex, you'll be smiling even if you die young.

Shall We Dance?

I used to frequent places similar to Velvet Underground, Asylum & Gotham Penthouse.

Nope. Not because I like to dance. I dance like an ostrich, so please don't overestimate my dancing abilities.

For those who still haven't guessed it, I'm an alcohol-lover.

(Alright! Alright! I'm an alcoholic!)

I haven't been visiting those places for the past two years due to a couple of reasons - National Service commitment, never-ending work & lack of cash.

However, one of my girl-friends started to work in a pub as a dancer only recently, and she seeked for my support. Now, she used to give me the impression that although she's outgoing & vivacious, she'll never learn how to dance.

It's not her cup of tea.

But I got a pleasant shock when I decided to drop by that pub one night.

There she was, scantily dressed, walking towards me with a smile.

"Hey! You're here! I thought you wouldn't come!"

(Woah. I've never seen her dressed like this in our previous dates. Good thing I decided to drop by tonight.)

And so we began to chat over glasses of Lychee Martini & some other liquor which the bartender mixed. He refused to reveal their names or contents.

All the time she was leaning towards me, pressing her sensuous body against me, teasing me by occasionally brushing her breasts across my arms, allowing me to hug her by her bare waist, squeezing my thighs with hers...

She did it all to turn me on. Damn. Now I truly understand the meaning of "see no touch". I felt really horny but awkward at the same time - a friend who always portrays a girl-next-door image now become a sexy kitten.

What she did later sizzle the dancefloor. I've always admired female dancers. Not because they always catch my attention with their tube tops, miniskirts and an occasional g-string, but how confident they are in their own skin.

Every move she made on that billard table blew my mind away!

Well, to cut the chase, it was a no-sex night. As sexy as she was, she's just not ONS or fling-oriented (Not that I'm looking for one though).

Let's see how things work out in future...