the chorus.

i may have been 5 years late, but i probably wouldnt have appreciated this film as much 5 years ago.



i loved it.
je l'aime.

ice.

i was in the middle of my Nong-Shim-korean-cup-noodle-session when a bunch of strangers and a property agent walked into my house.

these strangers then explored around the house, which also included venturing into my boudoir, all that while i slurped my noodles at the dining table.

did it feel weird having three strange men and a woman walk into my bedroom at 8.30pm on a saturday night? yes.

no words were exchanged between me and them. not even eye contact.

because no one interrupts me during my cup-noodle session.
especially if you're a stranger.

rebelling? repelling.

everyone identifies with sarcasm. i identify with it the most.

i've been typing and backspacing, typing and backspacing here for the last three minutes. it seems to have just hit me that blogging doesnt help like it did before anymore. i used to be able to express myself much more freely here in the past. yes. in the past.

why am i backspacing so much? i am backspacing alot.
there, i just did it again.

a stream of bad news just flowed in like the yellow river. i hadhave a million thoughts, but i cant bring myself to write it out or talk about it. i wonder. maybe i'm just lazy? a part of me doesnt want to because i'm tired of repeating the same thing i've just heard. i'm tired of re-thinking about it. it's all shiteous anyway. i dont know what the other part is.

oh look, apparently, i'm still thinking about it because i just mentioned it. just what i wanted. yay.

dammit. i need to blast some music and quit talking to myself in my head. stop talking to yourself in your head, you crazy bitch.

not central park, but.

people say that going for a run helps you clear your mind of things and generally tends to lift your spirits after that.

it really does. :)

useless desires

"Every day I take a bitter pill that gets me on my way
For the little aches and pains
The ones I have from day to day
To help me think a little less about the things I miss
To help me not to wonder how I ended up like this

I walk down to the railroad track and ride a rusty train
With a million other faces I shoot through the city veins
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye old friend
You wanted to be free
Somewhere beyond the bitter end is where I want to be

How the sky turns to fire against a telephone wire
And even I'm getting tired of useless desires"

- Patty Griffin

music therapy works.

happy thoughts.

i need a boxing bag.
and boxing gloves.
and extra protection for my swollen finger.

the ganglion cyst

at the hospital, where one of the doctors was comparing my swelled left pinky with the one on the right.

doctor: "hmmm. should be a ganglion."

*checks further*

doctor: "mmm. chubby fingers, huh?"
me: "yeah. fat kid."