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.

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.

'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

The Problem of Time and Space (part 13 of many)

The Problem Of Time & Space (part 12 of many)

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.

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.

a brief note on a brief hiatus (part 2 of many)

photo by Dill Malik

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

The Problem Of Time & Space (part 11 of many)

The Problem Of Time & Space (part 10 of many)

I want to be your Godot

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.

so wonderful to know you

The Problem Of Time & Space (part 9 of many)

And the other half of my face was peeking at my ipod, waiting for a response

Nice to see, nice to hold
Once heartbroken, considered sold

Just When I Thought I Knew You

My niece is damn avant garde

The Problem Of Time & Space (part 8 of many)

People Don't Always Know Best (part 1 of many)

People should stop pretending to be photographers.

The costumes are too expensive.

The Problem Of Time & Space (part 7 of many)

It is so hard to write about bears