Till I can get my... Satisfaction 2:06 PM

As much as I try to be indifferent, I can't. It sucks. I have tried, and will leave things to what it should be. A clap requires two palms to join; a singular effort produces nothing but a gust of air.

I am so tired… I need a retreat a from the twister of mental and emotional frenzy. Once again, life has taken it's toll on me. I was down with fever and flu for the past few days. It has ruined my photoshoot, my moods, my level-headedness, my weekend and any hint of well-being left in me. Like a dull meaningless chant that goes on and on, humming life's monotony. My headaches have been creeping back again. Throbbing, numbing pain. Not excruciating, but no less wearying.

I am so sick and frustrated and need to break out of the web that encases all of my troubles. I really need a holiday. Am seriously thinking of going to the UK at the end of the year. Who knows what opportunities might emerge from there?

Benny Benassi's Satisfaction is ringing in my head the whole week. It actually doesn't make any sense at all: "Push me, and then just touch me, till I can get my.. Satisfaction." Then it goes on repeat mode on and on and on… and I've gotten intoxicated on it.

Aaron T will be away for 2 weeks in the US and a week in Tokyo. I think it will feel a bit funny when he's not around. G says I have a crush on my boss…. crazy ah? I just think he's nice…

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