Coven Of My Darkest Secrets

Are you not the ONE? Vaguely in my DREAMS FRAY away not from me In your PRESENCE, my REFUGE, I seek my SOLACE My ESCAPISM from this futile, jaded BEING Of endless SORROW and fested with FALLACIES Encased in a SNOWGLOBE Imbued with LONGING Upon the RETURN Of your second COMING

On A Rainy Saturday Afternoon

It seems like I have been on a hiatus for an extensively long period. Browsing through, my last entry was actually way back in March. Working life has been extremely hectic and stressful. Though blogging has always been a venting outlet for me but time proved to be too precious at this moment. I am not going to spend any more time in front of my monitor after 8 straight hours of it in the office. Rather, top priority reserved to replenish my beauty sleep.

Weather has been rather erratic lately, I can no longer distinct when to expect dry and humid or wet and gloomy days. It was pouring earlier on, but the rain has stopped. Rather cooling now, the clouds have not cleared away which means it will start to pour any minute now. But I welcome it anyway, love the rain, the smell, the thunderous storm and occasional lightning. Hahaha...then I can laze at home. Be a couch potato for the day, stuff myself silly with tidbits and not feeling a tinge of bitterness about time being wasted away on a lovely Saturday afternoon.

I haven't been going out much lately either, for a couple of reasons. There is this highly addictive entertainment...MAPLE STORY, an online interactive game. I can be hooked on it for hours, regardless of day or night. But the craze is starting to loosen up a little, not so obsessed over it. Novelty dies off pretty fast. Another reason being, too zonk out during weekdays. Crowded places just put me off, I rather spend my time on a quiet stretch of the beach with a good book and nice smelling aroma of coffee.

You know what, I am going to get myself a good book. Detest going to library where collection not extensive and books are simply not in the best conditions. I just love the crisp smell of new books. Tata.