Sunday, October 18, 2020

Fairly late

 This is a bit late...

But I’m starting to enjoy the music of Fela Kuti.



Tuesday, June 16, 2020

A sinking feeling


This makes me truly happy.

I'm just not sure for how long

Monday, June 01, 2020

Hidup tak bermakna... Buat makna untuk terus hidup

Thursday, May 21, 2020

Almost


I finally bought a new dish dryer today

Next time I get paid, I'll install a new sink

Then my kitchen will be complete

At least one part of my life will be

Monday, May 18, 2020


I am sad because I don't know how to get rid of the sadness

But I will try

I will try because I know this sadness will not last forever

Neither will I


Sunday, May 10, 2020

When all is said and done there will be nothing left to say nor do anymore.

I'll try to squeeze in a few more things

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

I am sad

I am sad because I do not know how to get rid of the sadness.

ps: I really want to stop being sad.


Wednesday, April 25, 2012

2 uncanny events



1) Once again, I woke up in the middle of my sleep. 10 seconds later, the apartment began to shake. It lasted for about 20 seconds. I went back to sleep after that. This have happened many times before. For some strange reason my sleeping body seems to know that an earthquake is about to happen.

2) A crow terrorized me. I went up to the roof to take in my laundry. I hear a loud caw and a crow landed on the rooftop fencing at about my eye level. It cawed and stared into my eye. It then dropped a turd and came closer to me, cawing louder. I felt intimidated and left the rooftop, my clothes still on the line.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

This is by far the most meta blogpost I've ever posted

I want to use the word 'obfuscation' in daily conversation

example:

The Return Of Conversations With You (part 1 of many)

You: Let's just be friends
Me: It is obvious to me that is merely an obfuscation of how you really feel about me
You: I can't 'just be friends' with someone who uses the word 'obfuscation' in daily conversation


ps: to all readers of this blog (yes, all 3 of you), sorry for this extremely long hiatus.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

'Foolish' by Sudar



I was told to listen closely to the words of this song today...  Sitting alone and thinking of you While you are sitting alone and thinking of me How could I be so foolish to think That you are sitting alone and thinking of me While I am sitting alone and thinking of you How could I be so foolish to think That you could be mine... Would you be mine?

I've always thought this is such a beautiful song. Now it's even more beautiful

Thursday, August 18, 2011

An exit to an extended brief hiatus

I'm reminded of how I heard a lone trumpet while I was sleeping in the forest in Yoyogi Park...

Along with it, I sang an almost silent murmur...

'Summertime, and the living is easy...'

I can't wait to have that again. Unfortunately, I will be surrounded by snow then.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

A Brief Note On A Brief Hiatus (part 3 of many)

The title above have inevitably transformed itself into a lie. My hiatus is no longer brief. It has been around for way too long.

Unfortunately I still have not gotten around to sorting out my shit yet. In fact, it has occurred to me that a brand new pile of shit have just been unloaded on my feet. Funnily (not in a hilarious manner, unless if you like sick humour), this pile of shit have been poured upon myself by myself. In my realizing of how I've been cradling this bag of excrement (and not to mention, progressively adding to it) for too long, I suddenly lost the strength in my upper torso. My fingers slipped and I let go.

I should stop now, lest I run the risk of the title being a complete lie. Lying always make me feel like crap.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

a brief note on a brief hiatus



It might appear to you that I have stopped caring. You might find yourself telling you that.
For now, you ought to suspend all belief in yourself in regards to that matter.

I just need to sort my shit out.

brb

Saturday, July 02, 2011

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

I can clearly recall, the act of my stomach breaking down was the precursor to an organ, much more critical than my stomach doing the same.