|A retreat for the well-being of my mind from the insanity of the life that is mine.|
Saturday, May 15, 2004 0 comments
Mood: Lonely. And i like it. Nyah.
Currently listening to: The Bitter End - Placebo
Same old story as yesterday.
Except for the fact that i was actually out of the house for a significant amount of time for once. Had to go for French class again (money is a great motivator in getting me off my ass - those classes are EXPENSIVE) and was then reminded by mother that i had promised to escort her to watch the Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestra at the Petronas Towers, which was featuring guest conductor Maurice Bourgue and French pianist Jean-Bernard Pommier. An excellent performance from the MPO as always - perhaps a little more inspired than normal thanks to Mr. Bourgue? - and Mr. Pommier was quite delightful as well. Not the best i've heard though, and in part i might blame the accompaniment as they had an annoying tendency to occasionally completely drown out his piano. Ah, well. I'm no expert on these things mind you, i think that would be Abe or Jolly's preserve, but i do know if i enjoy it or not.
Came back home and sauntered down to the McDonald's at Plaza Mont Kiara for some sustenance and ciggies and that, as they say, was that.
Hmmm... 32 missed calls. Apologies to all those who have tried calling me of late, but i am in no mood to entertain, or to be entertained. As always, kindly don't take it the wrong way, i mean no offence. Will call you all back once i feel up to slapping masks on again. And no, i'm not on ICQ either. Feel free to post here in the meantime, it IS my sanitarium after all, and you'll get a reply. Guaranteed. Yay.
There's nothing quite like consciously stewing in your own misery - everyone should do it once in a while.
Hah. Even my parents are leaving me alone. Although do i detect a familiar glimmer of worry in their eyes? Meh. Thats what having a brother is for - there's always a second chance. Remember that if you ever have kids.
On another note i think my sleep is becoming violent. Yes, violent. Often enough, pillows, blankets, etc. seem to be all over the place whenever i wake up. Not to mention that the clothes i sleep in are starting to get tears in the fabric and my body aches like crazy - almost like i hit the gym or took on a 500lb bear barehanded. That and i'm still wondering where those bruises on my arm came from... No dreams though. At least as far as i remember. Ever since i took those sleeping pills i haven't had a single one (normal apparently, or so i'm told). Or maybe i just exercise a tad too much?
Time to get back to my nightmarish frustration at my inability to work. In other words, staring blankly at a blank screen. Hmm, there's something poetic about that - maybe i'll try and do a painting of that one. I can see it now, a computer monitor with an empty Word document, morose, dark surroundings lit up by the glow of the monitor, and a person with his (her?) hands over their face with a single tear trickling down the hand.
Excellent. I'll try that one after i'm done with the 'Dream-like bleeding woman twirling in swathes of silk' (working title).
Or how about a poem? Let's see...
Lost within the twilight of the soul,
Watching a beautiful disaster unfold.
Hrmm, not bad actually (seeing as i blatantly ripped it off from my previous post - 'beautiful disaster'? Think its from a song). Might add to that later... shows some potential.
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