|Time as white sound|
Saturday, February 21, 2009
If I had a third hand, I could already count the number of days left on that crazy island.
Hurrah, can't you tell that I'm already rejoicing?
As of now, my life seems to be on a pause mode of a cassette tape.
When I finally leave that place for good, I resume my life.
Back on play mode, where the colourful images and the music resume.
In the meantime, I'll take each weekend as they come till march rolls by. Every weekend feels like a Sabbath day, Saturdays included.
The birds sing more sweetly for you, and the people on the street seem to walk with an invisible spring in their step. Though not all of us are quite the hyperactive bunch, every senior citizen would be an ironman marathon runner in your state of delirium.
...What am I talking about.
thanks for yet another stupendous weekend!
Origami and movies next week? I promise (:
Friday, February 20, 2009
I just got Amy Winehouse's first album which has a much more laidback, lounge music sound to it compared to her darker 'Back to Black'.
18 Days more!!!
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Today is Day 19.
And another 23 more to go.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Today was indescribably brilliant.
A retarded dodo bird.
An agnostic extremist with large, ugly ears and a relatively ugly face and frame.
Another cocky bastard.
Sprinkled with generous portions of insanity.
I have new found respect for the contestants on Survivor.
Rihanna getting bashed up.