Moments...

I'm sitting at the patio. There's a cool breeze. The neighbour's playing Mahjong and those who are always fashionably late are on their way to their rendezvous with their party-mates.

I hear a BMW drive by, it's headlight giving me a momentary glimpse of the houses around me. The Jag's parked in the garage...I'm staring at it as the light from the energy savers bounce of it's muscular curves.

The mango tree outside casts a lone shadow as it's lit by the single sodium lamp. The leaves flutter in the wind and russle eerily. A fruit bat darts in and out of the dense leaves and branches as it searches for its dinner. I can hear it's almost ultrasonic squeeks as it navigates the web of branches.

I'm savouring this moment of peace and quiet. Maine's online now. She can't figure out what to do with her blog page and it's driving her up the wall. Serenz just came online as well.

SY's pretty docile tonight. Might have something to do with the fact that she went shopping the whole day at Suntec and bought a couple of handbags. I'm amazed at what shopping can do for someone.

I've never had an extra-marital affair and most likely will not/dare not go that far. I probably wouldn't be able to live with the guilt anyways. But is it at all possible to have sex so completely without emotion that there is no guilt involved afterwards? Doubtful but it's possible. Afterall, we're men.

I've been listening and re-listening to Enrique Iglasias' Rhythm Divine. It's a good song.

Serenz told me that she went for a movie with a stupid twist. Based on her review, I shall not waste my $8.50 on a ticket to watch it. Aparently, it began okay but the twist was the big block of cheese.

Time to go rummage for sustenance...stomach is making grotesque noises and I haven't burped or farted in a while which can only mean that I'm hungry.

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