trouble don't rhyme
Jun. 2nd, 2009 12:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
methrowrockThe weekend has been wonderful; the weekday (today) has been less so, but no matter, it is always best to dwell on what makes you happy, right? So, yesterday was uh, Girls' Day Out with my favourite people. :) Everyone was spiffed up and that was a refreshing change from fbts and long luminous socks that we used to see so often. But the attitudes remained the same, and we took our time to lag around town, as per normal haha. On a rash impulse, we headed for ice-cream at Azabu Sato and Double Berry was very berry good! Stomachs satisfied, we then trudged to Cine for some KBox-lovin' babeh~ It has been too long since my last time there. What can I say, 'cept fun away from the sun. :) Dinner was at HK Cafe and after that, funny attempts at cab-flagging by fun friends. Teehee, bottomline: it was a great day and I really love this group of nuts!
Also during the weekend: soccer on Saturday morning and more floating around in cyberspace. I managed to watch two movies- Charlie Bartlett and Frost/Nixon. The former was amusing and absorbing enough, with winning performances by the leads. And who can argue against enjoying a feelgood youth culture film in the vein of Juno? Hehe the latter was much more riveting though. The pace was tight; the subject matter, thought-provoking; the acting, flawless. Nixon and Frost were compelling to watch, because of the subtle hints at their psyches with every expression. I really liked it: it kept me in suspense and had me tsking and criticizing along with the characters aha. It was fun. :)
but once i settle down and melt into a pool of laziness, everything changes. it feels like there is a parasite growing in my stomach. it is fat and black, hairy and juicy, with stiff spikes sprouting from its crinkled, ravined hide. and slowly, slowly, it maneuvers over knolls and valleys of acidic pink, leaving a moist trail of sludge on fudge. and then, it starts feeding: gnashing on pockmarked rubber walls and gnawing on words that form thoughts, or thoughts that form words, whichever comes first- it is a chicken&egg equation, really. so i feel myself losing bits+pieces of thoughts&feelings&me-ness to this hideous monster growing larger and larger inside. it is hard to describe, and aha!, that is a symptom of this sick syndrome. i having nothing to feel, to think, to say anymore. things are reduced to a gourd-shaped lump of goo, stripped of the good parts, the bad parts, the exciting parts. what is left is just waste. and that is my life in a nutshell. empty without the nuts maybe, hurr.
Also during the weekend: soccer on Saturday morning and more floating around in cyberspace. I managed to watch two movies- Charlie Bartlett and Frost/Nixon. The former was amusing and absorbing enough, with winning performances by the leads. And who can argue against enjoying a feelgood youth culture film in the vein of Juno? Hehe the latter was much more riveting though. The pace was tight; the subject matter, thought-provoking; the acting, flawless. Nixon and Frost were compelling to watch, because of the subtle hints at their psyches with every expression. I really liked it: it kept me in suspense and had me tsking and criticizing along with the characters aha. It was fun. :)
but once i settle down and melt into a pool of laziness, everything changes. it feels like there is a parasite growing in my stomach. it is fat and black, hairy and juicy, with stiff spikes sprouting from its crinkled, ravined hide. and slowly, slowly, it maneuvers over knolls and valleys of acidic pink, leaving a moist trail of sludge on fudge. and then, it starts feeding: gnashing on pockmarked rubber walls and gnawing on words that form thoughts, or thoughts that form words, whichever comes first- it is a chicken&egg equation, really. so i feel myself losing bits+pieces of thoughts&feelings&me-ness to this hideous monster growing larger and larger inside. it is hard to describe, and aha!, that is a symptom of this sick syndrome. i having nothing to feel, to think, to say anymore. things are reduced to a gourd-shaped lump of goo, stripped of the good parts, the bad parts, the exciting parts. what is left is just waste. and that is my life in a nutshell. empty without the nuts maybe, hurr.
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