Rants.

It's not that I am batshit busy with work but I really want to run away right now.

A photoshoot for an online magazine (below are 2 spillovers), a series of campaign videos, a video for A Nation In Concert and Singapore Theatre Festival. Paychecks from my previous freelance jobs have yet to arrive, so I'm really surviving on my meagre reserve funds now. Maybe it's because I cannot afford smokes so I am a little cranky from having too little but hey, it's for the best. Inflation is a bitch. Still, I desperately need a new hard disk and a haircut and this beautiful cardigan to drown myself in this horrible humidity and paints for my room and a new pair of glasses and my year's supply of contact lens.

I was home early today. I laid on my bed, my muscles aching, going through some readings for the campaign video shoot tomorrow and out of the sudden I felt so fucken shitty I wanted to tear for awhile, just for awhile. Maybe then everything will be ok again. I wanted to run away from the world and back to my cave and hibernate till winter comes, yet I was hoping someone would listen to my rants and tell me it's ok to rant.