You do not know the rules of the game.
Indeed, I don’t.

Bought creme de mure and london dry gin.

Supposedly wanted to make a modern UK classic bramble cocktail. It’s a combination of gin, blackberry liquor, lemon juice and sugar syrup. Fairly easy to mix.


– 2 shots of london dry gin
– 1 shot of lemon juice
– 1/2 shot of sugar syrup
– 1/2 shot of creme de mure


– Pour the gin, lemon juice and syrup into the shaker.
– Add 4 ice cubes.
– Shake till ice cold.
– Strain into glass filled with crushed ice.
– Drizzle creme de mure over from the top.
– Garnish with blackberries and lemon / lemon twist.


E’s Wedding Party.


Published in The Good Times.

A valedictorian, a brilliant copywriter, a non-conformist. One who doesn’t stop pursuing her dreams. One who doesn’t give up on life. A friend who surprised me for being there at my worst. Her wedding partying at The Green Door tonight 07/07/17.

Happy for you E.

Sound of Silence.

Hello darkness my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again.

Happiness, the essence of living, hypothesising and pursuing it, has been a journey. I realize that the act of pursuing doesn’t make me happy, it is the discovery of joy that does.

For every adversity, I withdraw and isolate myself. They are life’s lessons and I’m digressing. The understanding of them doesn’t make me stronger, they just make me more prepared for the next one that is to come. I do not search for an equilibrium now because the act of balancing crosses over to free will.

Never take away one’s dignity by undermining it’s worth. You’ve no idea what I’ve been through to restore that.

Pink Dot.

Hold on to your heart,
If only there is light.
Everything that seems lovely,
Is but a dreamy kind delight.

If I could keep your heart for a day,
A fire on the hearth I would lay.
If I could walk miles with you,
Across the glorious blue on a rainbow hue.

Grasping cold your beauty unfolds,
On a winter’s night your whispers ride.
Vivaldi’s four seasons softly plays,
Into melancholia you carry my soul.
Are you a reason or are you here to stay.


True beauty is not in its facial,
It’s reflected in one’s soul.
A little touch from heaven,
Imagination overflows.

You captivate from within,
A passion flower that grows.

A warm glow of embers,
Licking flames spring to life.
As if you’re on fire,
You set one’s heart ablazed with desires.

“As if you’re a fire from within, the moon lives in the lining of your skin.” – Pablo Neruda