the Interpreter made me cry.


I didn't know if it was the rather subliminal messages that the movie seemed to have - of how cruel reality actually is and can be, of how sometimes things so small often hinder us from realising the bigger picture. or if it was the horrible horrible news i received just before the movie started

perhaps, all of the above.



he's coming home friday night.

please let it all be okay

the condition of the computer is causing a superfluous worry, especially how the speakers are starting to crack. time to get the partition done and then yet another Reformat. yes, the end of time all over again.

things way overdue:
1) the purchase of a comfortable chair
2) router set up
3) brothers' Reformat
4) a guilt free shopping spree (read; NEED A JOB)
and how could I ever forget,
5) my perpetually overdue bill. ha ha



attempt to churn out novelty - a flop

http://www.polyguide.net/petition/index.php

please sign

wake to the still of the night
the literal still of the night...
muse about the dreams you may be having
look the furthest into the horizon
find a sea that ends with steel and concrete.
head back to bed lonely.
unnecessary, you advised...
and I know.

i miss you, and that's all there is to it.




No early motorists on the roads unlike the ones that cruised the nearby expressway back at the old flat during mornings like this.
Absolute stillness, street lamps unflickering, the steady small of breeze, me in the company of the early november on repeat.

mr.perturb enjoying company of I.


a tangle of thoughts
a labyrinthine

words become incompetent

and I just realised a few moments ago that it's actually friday today. hooray for you party people...

3 more days of consistant and constant art making then I'll be free from it all for the next 2-3 months. I CAN FINALLY SEE LIGHT.............. seeping in between my workload. and if from all the posts about my bitching on school work is starting to make like i do not enjoy art at all, it's true..... to an extent. I mean, art with a criteria (not the renaissance period anymore please), with a 'project' brief, with a thou-must-eatbreathesleepthink-art-24/7-or-thou-shalt-die deadline... just does not do good for both body and head. anyway

all i have to do now is to keep myself from retching bile with all that work (not A LOT actually, just more than the usual lot.) piled up to my throat


like it or not, everything comes with a price to pay.