... is over," he realised, floating near the edge of the pool.
beer can, girlfriend, bro-friends nearby, a perfect shade of sunshower, water that felt just the right caress of cool.
rohan's leaving on thurs. the last of the abrahams of summer - off to face london's rat race. it's hard to understand why we didn't do more pool afternoons on the sundays he was here.
redang's come and gone. next week it's mongolia and krabi in rapid succession. (perhaps seoul or beijing in between - depending on layover lengths)
i can't say this summer's been all fun and games. the only off-days i took were for company trips to macau and redang. yet weekend after precious weekend i've managed to interlace a weird successive mix of alternate madness/drunkedness and work.
this weekend, was neither. futsal, swimming, kitten evenings and a really good night last night spent watching John Mayer's "where the light is" concert dvd - can i have more of this please?
for some strange reason, the stereophonic's "dakota" is playing in on one of the websites open in my window tray. the song seems to follow me around. making its presence felt most on the last days of summer...
read on for an entry to the beat of dakota written 4 summers ago...
august approaches (010805 0010GMT)thinking back, thinking of you,
summer time, think it was june,
yea think it was june. (it was july actually)
so summer's over. woke up at 4am to send kat off at Heathrow. 2 weeks with the girl but i swear it seemed like months (in a good way). we really pushed ourselves to savour each minute and each new experience together. this was the summer we've been planning and looking forward to since 4 years ago.made me feel like the one...
in the last 17 days, we've gone thousands of miles on silly jokes, mushy displays of affection and some bright fire that seems to fill our spirits when we're together.drinking back, drinking for two,
drinking with you and drinking was new
sangria on Venetian steps, mojitos in Brazilian bars, smirnoff ice while picking out dreamboats in cold katharine docks and cold fountain water with cherries in that Parisian park, we've picture postcard memories to fill up many many pages.i don't know where we are going now
sitting alone now in a quiet room and it's time to sort out thoughts and sort my life out. i've got 2 weeks to move out of my flat and the little eagle's nest i've lived in for the past 2 years. the new place i'll be living temporarily in is alright, but nowhere as comfortable and familiar as my eagle's nest. i guess this is just the first in a series of changes that were inevitably going to happen.wake up cold coffee and juice,
remembering you -what happened to you?
i wonder if we'll meet again...
all my other friends seem to have moved on and sorted their plans out. friends... i've lost touch with most of them already. but only because we're all scattered and moving around in Brownian motions.if you're reading this, drop a line and tell me what you've been up to. if only all of us blogged, it'd be so much easier, but i guess life and friendship was never meant to be easy. once things settle down for all of us, i'm sure we'll manage to catch up. i know i don't call, but i really am thinking about you. yes, i really meant YOU.
so take a look at me now
broke but nowhere near broken.
lonely again but far from alone.
i'm tired, but inspired.
watch out world, here i come
... sigh. post-summer 2008.
i. don't. know. where. i. am. going. now.