morgueville,heartland living.

it seems like just yesterday, i was still a poor o' primary schoolboy, geek personified. and now, 3 months before school becomes a distant memory. for a start, i can't wait to leave a life of check(ed) boxes, embeaded with the constant fear of not being able to complete a task that perhaps, may (or rather, always. but now i am apathetic to that.) lead me to the doomsville of guilt. yet a part of that is almost like leaving my comfort zone. a routined life isn't all bad. but i guessed years of that has made it greyer than mundane monotony. and now i'm dying to get out.


novels are the only solace i can find nowadays. and even so, time is just not on my side. i wished i had the time (and my own money) to do bulk purchases of second hand books. for a limited time only, you lose yourself to another world altogether. but for a long time, you feel as though you were there with the protagonist, witnessing every tribulation that went through. at least now there isn't a lack of colour. i wished i had time to sit through a film. and music. a play. a long conversation with a friend over a cup of coffee. a brand new cd i've yet to take a listen to. a first internet purchase. a night out with a bunch of friends. a sincere solitude. you.


i just wished i had more time. yet i can't wait for all to be over, while i'm running out of it.


bookworm: j.m. coetzee - disgrace
earwax: death cab for cutie - a lack of colour; pictures in an exhibition
beulah - popular mechanics for lovers
ash - burn baby burn
the eels - saturday morning
beastie boys - it takes time to build