….and it doesn’t look good.  I think I’m going to make some life-changing decisions in the coming months.  I’m still at a wait and see mode.  AT LEAST there have been great things….well, only a couple, but thank god for small mercies.  But the rest?  Whooo boy…if there was a pill that will make you forget, I’d overdose for this week.  

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You know it’s love when despite fucking you up, you still hold on.  Maybe it’s not love but stupidity?  Who knows?  And, no, I am NOT talking about my relationship with Addie.

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People are leaving.  When is my turn?

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I was asked by a former government official at a dinner what are my plans in my life.  I told her, “I have no idea.”

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She, the government official, told me, that I should return to Europe because of my interest in Art History.  She further elucidated that I should work as a painter in a culture-less society like Singapore where according to her “people there need art.”  I just smiled and wished I was home reading a book.

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One of the two good things that happened on my first week in my 30s:  Books.  Books.  Books.  Books.  Humans go to shit for all I care.

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I was contacted if I wanted to do some racket or side job for an IT firm.  While I am quite grateful for the jobs trickling in, I feel like screaming.

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I’m thinking of getting a blog break.  I don’t know.  I got bored I guess.  But perhaps I should return to things that I have, yet again, left by the wayside.

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Don’t you fucking hate it when you call and call a mobile and it’s not being answered?  I fucking hate it.  I fucking hate it more that I am affected by this.  So this is my cue to stop blogging and return to the book I am reading.

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