those days

i miss those days
when i'd be home all by myself, all night,
music on all night, in the dim red light or in the dark, 


cramming art shit

making a mess out of everything, everywhere

stressed and not knowing if you could finish shit on time or not
somehow, always managing to get shit done when the twilight hits
and the next thing you know it's 6am

the i-have-the-whole-world-to-myself nights




how i miss those days.

mom

if you ever see this pls don't kill me xD

save your future

Netflix

+me

if you want.

to watch list

people don't just call me a nerd for no reason.

Persepolis

and who can ever forget the rejected classics..

imaginary friend

iMac

my iMac died out on me half a year ago, and since then i was in denial to believe that i lost more than half of my past art work / personal pictures.

yes, i could've brought it in to techroom and tried getting it fixed there long time ago. funny thing is, every time i walked pass techrom to go to my weekly private pilates session, i had absolutely no desire to deal with it. What if techroom spent a week trying to fix my iMac while i waited in false hope, and then called me later to tell me they can't fix it? that my assumption for everything lost is thereby confirmed? i would lose the power of having false hope. and hope, itself in its context, is a very dangerous thing to lose.

and sometimes, i would rather not know.


so much for losing what's gone and so much for what's left of it.

frames

so i added frames to my site and didn't like it.

in fact, i hate it.


i'm going to change it back to the no-frame next time my eyes aren't so blind form the coding. hopefully tomorrow.