singapore:
where the sun shines and where nobody really smiles.

plea

sweet heavens,

i am so tired of studying for my degree and working too hard for my money.
so please, won't you grant me my good fortune so that i could live the life i love and never have to work again. Ever.

Thank you.
T

wished i wasn't hating on the world tonight

stationary dimensions

i'm going to bangkok for a 5 day holiday with wj tomorrow.
i hope when i come back that i don't ever have to see my dad again.

also, i cannot help but find the endless fued between blackberry and iphone users immensely annoying. being completely incapable of expressing any feelings of benevolence at this moment, i can only wish the next person who publicly declares the majesty of her mobile to mine dead.

Nothing against your blackberry, fuckhead.

_l_

subway lullaby

one evening from about three weeks ago,
i was tired, lonely, decked in grey and on a train. gloomed by daylight and paled by overwhelming vexation from thoughts of "if i'd make it in time for work today."

i never do.

sitting beside me was a newspaper reading old man who dressed like urban broadway and whom existence i wouldn't think i'd ever care about.

while i was getting up to leave and still on my music player, he turned to me and said "I hope you have a good day". the tone of his voice so full of heart they clapped like happy cannons through my earphones which before so, were playing in my ears music that was so deafeningly sad they could raise a dead.

i smiled.

Ian:
Hey!
How are you?
It's been too long!
Hows it goin?
What have you been up to?

Person X:
Sup

something

i have had absolutely zero incitements to work my blog on.

this is terrible.

i am believing that causes includes my current being in an unlawfully blissful marriage or rather remaining constantly shocked at how much of myself it takes to being a half-heartedly employed workhorse.

i have been feeling so occupied yet deranged that in the past months besides combating acne and thinking of the world as a bitch there have been almost positively nothing i found worth writing about.

right this moment i have a thought and it is so mentally consuming i declare myself paralysed.

clearly if i were to start getting any less boring than this the universe is going to start hating me.

for so i blame myself

lying to yourself doesn't make it any easier.

i suppose my heart's already been taken away but that isn't going to stop me from getting a heart attack before the end of the weekend. I'm no longer even close to being remotely aspirational to whatever remaining consistency there is between my words and what i do. i could be underestimating my head here.

and if you have a mind and it's thinking about watching Watchmen, don't do it.

this silence is killing me too....