07 August 2005
Like a bird, dead in the city.
Swept up on the dustpan
buried in the trashcan.I was afraid of the pigeon; the dead one. And I cannot understand why.
I went to Bugis Street on Friday.
And because I love portraits:
After seeing David's exhibition on Thursday night, I decided I want to take alot alot of pictures and I would want my own exhibition someday.
I saw a packet of medication for fever and I couldn't bear to throw it away, so I set up a mini studio.
Do you get depressed on Mondays?
I've been out out out out out very often. And when I reach home I'm barely sober and sane enough to collect my thoughts and write them down here.
Brendan asked me today if I had any current love interest. I gave a 'no' that resounded in my head at least a million times thereafter.
But am I lonely?
No.
I was talking to a friend of mine that day and I said, in that exact moment of revelation, that sometimes, I just want to feel the warmth of another person in my arms, breathing on my chest, hair on my lips. But I'll fall asleep thinking that, and I wake up to my friends again. And sometimes I'll fall asleep not thinking that.
So it's just sometimes.
Just sometimes.
There are so many people around me. And yet sometimes, I hear a million "no's" resounding in my head.
D woke up at 8/07/2005 12:19:00 AM [comment]
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