:: Crumples and broken glass. ::
I guess i'm still trying to make sense of things after everything that happened in the past three or four months.
I can hardly even remember why i'm in this state, but each time i try and piece things together to find a definite cause, the world turns all dark and shadows seem lengthened - windows would serve no purpose at all, since no light shines from the sun, and the relative worth of things are determined judging by the amount of radiance they emit. The more the valuable, the more it burns your eyes.
Have you ever come to a point in life, where everything gets so tough; you're so weary, and even escape seems like such a chore? I feel just that way right now... and i still think it's funny how i manage to piece my thoughts so effortlessly when i'm less animated and more colour-less.
...and alot of you argue i should be happy, still. But then again maybe i should.
I felt a little better this particular morning when dear, dear TJ called my cell all the way from the states.
Well. Yes it was a little too early to be calling me, especially around 8 in the morning, but still, she brought good tidings. She submitted one of my photoshop pieces to an editor of a magazine, and my piece was chosen to be featured for the next issue - and dear TJ called to ask for "artist details". Haha. Thanks teej. :)
I had a little talk... sortof, with dan last night and i kind of realized the reason why i feel this way... is not a strange one at all.
...i just kinda want a change in lifestyle. Living amongst the ruin will serve of nothing more, than to remind me of the tears shed and bitter battles waged. I want none of that. I just want to move along, and i'm not about to wait until i'm conscripted to find a change in lifestyle.
Since i couldn't get a job (or rather since i was too lazy to go look for one), i signed up to work as a volunteer at the Singapore Fashion Festival starting this Thursday at Ngee Ann City.
...and with whatever hopes and dreams he has left, our character makes yet another attempt to move on.
"You in the dark,
You in the pain -
..you on the run.
Living a hell;
Living your ghost,
...living your end.
Never seem to get in the place that I belong.
Don't wanna lose the time, lose the time to come.
Whatever you say, it's alright,
Whatever you do, it's all good;
Whatever you say, it's alright.
Silence is not the way
We need to talk about it
If heaven is on the way
If heaven is on the way..."
Bush - Letting the cables sleep.
_
spoken. at 1:52 PM
I guess i'm still trying to make sense of things after everything that happened in the past three or four months.
I can hardly even remember why i'm in this state, but each time i try and piece things together to find a definite cause, the world turns all dark and shadows seem lengthened - windows would serve no purpose at all, since no light shines from the sun, and the relative worth of things are determined judging by the amount of radiance they emit. The more the valuable, the more it burns your eyes.
Have you ever come to a point in life, where everything gets so tough; you're so weary, and even escape seems like such a chore? I feel just that way right now... and i still think it's funny how i manage to piece my thoughts so effortlessly when i'm less animated and more colour-less.
...and alot of you argue i should be happy, still. But then again maybe i should.
I felt a little better this particular morning when dear, dear TJ called my cell all the way from the states.
Well. Yes it was a little too early to be calling me, especially around 8 in the morning, but still, she brought good tidings. She submitted one of my photoshop pieces to an editor of a magazine, and my piece was chosen to be featured for the next issue - and dear TJ called to ask for "artist details". Haha. Thanks teej. :)
I had a little talk... sortof, with dan last night and i kind of realized the reason why i feel this way... is not a strange one at all.
...i just kinda want a change in lifestyle. Living amongst the ruin will serve of nothing more, than to remind me of the tears shed and bitter battles waged. I want none of that. I just want to move along, and i'm not about to wait until i'm conscripted to find a change in lifestyle.
Since i couldn't get a job (or rather since i was too lazy to go look for one), i signed up to work as a volunteer at the Singapore Fashion Festival starting this Thursday at Ngee Ann City.
...and with whatever hopes and dreams he has left, our character makes yet another attempt to move on.
"You in the dark,
You in the pain -
..you on the run.
Living a hell;
Living your ghost,
...living your end.
Never seem to get in the place that I belong.
Don't wanna lose the time, lose the time to come.
Whatever you say, it's alright,
Whatever you do, it's all good;
Whatever you say, it's alright.
Silence is not the way
We need to talk about it
If heaven is on the way
If heaven is on the way..."
Bush - Letting the cables sleep.
_
spoken. at 1:52 PM
