Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Feed the cats.

I had a rather enjoyable conversation, a mental conversation, with myself today. I see the light, probably. But, can't help feeling helpless and silly. How practical? Can I just write prose and verses? Expressions in abstraction, am I being sensitive or secretive? Why must everything be so countable... I don't like that feeling. Planned and predictable. Whatever happened to daydreaming? Cloud-making. That's nice.

I wanna go down to Ikea one of these days. To get some lil things to cheer myself up. No, not that I'm feeling down or anything. But everyone can do with a pinch more of happiness in life. I want that kid easel, it makes sense, I love to doodle but I can't exactly draw well... Why spend so much on an easel, the kid one is cute. Okay, I don't exactly need one too but it just looks cute, an alternative to chalk board.

I miss having cats around... Sigh, it will be nice if I have my own lil space.