Discovering: Robi Draco Rosa - 'Solitary Man'
I feel so lazy.
So. Lazy.
Right now, this very moment, I'd love to do nothing for the rest of my life but sleep.
I feel so lazy.
I wish my life were like a fluffy Bollywood romance movie, filled with songs and dances, and, of course, love ... but not a Karan Johar vehicle - please.
Last night, standing in the balcony of my grandmother's high-rise apartment, I saw the blinking lights of an ascending airplane from the nearby airport.
The only thing I truly looked forward to this entire first day of the Lunar New Year was ... Vasantham Central's screening of Paheli.
My favorite Lunar New Year was the one year I spent it away from home, in Welly, alone.
I'm so disappointed Jen won't be coming over today.
Still didn't feel like talking to anybody at all today, but at least I didn't care I don't feel loved.
A pleasant day with a horribly unpleasant end.
Sometimes, I think the reason I'm alone is that I attract boys but am attracted to girls, who aren't attracted to me.
My sunburn itches and hurts.
I don't feel very loved today.
I thought the interview went pretty well ... and then I remember I've forgotten to check whether my top had rode up at the back and inadvertently flashed the top fronds of my fern at the interviewers.
My Devils lost to the Rag$.
I worry I subconsciously want to screw up the interview I have later today.
I know I screwed up - big time - when I underestimated the strength of the sun and forgot the sunscreen.
The telly was on.
As I hugged my knees, sitting on the scratchy grass, the sun grinned so fiercely down on the exposed swarth of flesh between the bottom of my top and the top of my bottoms it had left its grin on my skin, red and fierce.
Reading James Kochalka's American Elf: The Collected Sketchbook Diaries of James Kochalka October 26, 1998 to December 31, 2003 made me do this - this new blog.