So It Goes On

Music: I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For – U2

 So I arrived back in Singapore yesterday afternoon after spending 2 nights in Bangkok. I’m back at square one; waiting, hoping, counting down. I’m still working on being good at waiting. It seems like I have been doing nothing but wait. It’s becoming my new job.

  Hit downtown with Bryan today with a bout of consumerism. I came home with the last Christmas present on my list, a sweater and a shirt from Calvin Klein, a shirt and polo from DKNY and that elusive day bag I have been hunting all over for (I finally found one nonchalantly displayed that bore a semblance to what I had in mind) at Armani Exchange. It’s black, distressed leather with a hobo structure and adjustable shoulder strap that I wouldn’t feel bad being hard on and tossing around (I’m known to push my things to their damaged point) because it’s only $399. I had no luck with my hunt for a pair or two of black jeans. I’ll make a trip to Prada one of these days to see if they have any in my size in stock since I know they make black ones for men. Neither did I have any luck with finding another pair of shoes to gift myself; for Christmas. Nothing at Giorgio Armani, Calvin Klein, Dolce & Gabbana, DKNY, Paul Smith, Balenciaga, Bottega Venetta. The hunt goes on.

 So does the craving for young, libido satisfying sex. Like jack rabbit, fucking-to-oblivion sex. Oh the irony.

 I’m going to warp presents and de-clutter my room and clear my wardrobe and throw stuff out. I get much pleasure from throwing stuff out. I hate junk and I hate dust collectors. So anything I haven’t worn or used in 6 months goes. Out with old, in with the new; I say!