well..the page has turned and the only thing that greets me is a blank hard book cover. As i frantically try to look for words or even a page no, it dawns on me that its finished. No amt of peering or squinting will make any words jump out from that blank piece of embossed cover. A bitter feeling comes to mind. When the book as so deliciously tantalizing and so ever fulfiling comes to an end, U cant help but lambast and berate yourself for not seeing it coming.

I guess the only thing to do now is put the book down and skive off reading for awhile. Xcept...if there might be another book that i might be interested to read comes along?

I will gladly pick that book up with a cuppa tea and all the eagerness in the world.

Till then? I can only sit forlornly by my window and watch the clouds go by.



Its 4am. I have to film my short film later. Fuck.







Ah well..at least i will be early for my sunrise shoot!

"Storm's coming Ani, better get indoors"
Whoever can guess where this came from gets a ice cream treat from me!

i dont think u care
about all my flowers and candy
about all my love and sweet kisses
cause tonight's the night
I will burn all those memories
till they turn to dust
I dont think u care
that i cry your eyes red
cause today's the day

Your hand breaks free of mine
and i walk alone down this path
do i think u care?
cause really, i dont.

Go figure. because i never understood.