lalala.

"cant you come to me,
so i don't have to run?"



waking up on a saturday to bigbang is pretty intense

doritos
furry boots
gold rings
and a lack of concentration.


so twas the jury for grad show
so twas when i prove to myself once again how much some of my fellow artist classmates are wack beings.
so twas when i realize how easily i am influenced in how i perceive a person to be.
so twas when i admitted i hate easily, and thus i love easily too.

i suck at accepting the same person when they react differently from how i thought they would usually.
its so complex now that the identity seem to have diversified itself.

life lacks straight-forwardness
i lack in flexibility.


"everytime i come close to you
feel like im gonna dream everytime."


20 more days

i feel like steak.

my body still feels a bit like a piece of soggy fry.


im always looking at the clock
hoping it'd travel slower when i have to get up for class
hoping it'd travel that much faster so our times collide
hoping it'd travel that much slower when the morning's about to burst on my side of the earth
and then hoping it'd travel faster so time isn't an issue anymore.



im hungry.


my head is warm
but my hair's still short.

sarang. hey.





time to stop thinking.
time to start dreaming.