Monday, November 07, 2005 // 2:08 AM

i really really really want live music, accoustic, like some. gorgeous guitar, or something, something. ella swoons, ella wants some gorgeousness to feed on, a moment to be lost in something other than the self, a gorgeousness that refuses to be contained in words.

(i know that was a writer's suicide, using the same word three times in a space of so little, but, but. give me another word that conveys the meaning of gorgeous, anywhere close to what it feels like, right now.)

i think once it was shu may who complained about how i write, with the fullstops, the random punctuation. apologies, but really, really. for some strange and inexplicable reason. this is what my thoughts look like.

today after hauling my sorry ass out of bed an hour late for yd, after too few hours of sleep and paranoia all over my dreamscape, i was climbing the stairs to the third floor and i heard from the second sanctuary aunty sophia playing that song that, two weeks ago, i told her i liked. how happy did i feel, really, with the notes trailing me softly up the stairs, cleaving warmly to my footsteps: that totally fished my day out of its thirty-minute-old lousy-feeling-ness.

i just had a really good conversation with jobang, which is a rare thing, me and Good Phone Conversations. if only i could have heard more more than three quarters of what you said, mumblemumblewhat,what? i suppose things are enough when i cant help but feel, i am standing so familiarly in your shoes.

sam toh was sweet, i have come over disappointment's hill.