end, already.

crazy papers. awful timing, man.

juggling too many ideas, possibilities in my head. the ancients visit- and bring with them news and views from their wanderings. I see this again, as a picture. I hope to change this picture- the box, of the regular visitors, and the not-so-regular ones. I see the dimly-lit, smoky room with the electronic music playing at the back- crazy in it's thematic minimalism.

April draws closer, and brings with it hope. Change could come. Things could get better. They should get better. I'm eager to grasp this chance, as if it could be my last. As if this time I could get enough momentum going to break into a run. a release that I so crave.

And yet it's this preoccupation with said subject matter that I really don't need. I think there's a prerequisite here. This bridge to cross, this life to live. This horrid week. Or more..
But more isn't an option anymore. This must END.

Foolish child, stop dreaming.
=]

bloody sunday

slept. another ugly exam-week's starting tues.
running out of excuses.
discipline mode, man. zen.

ZEN.

saeturday,

hoping to get some much-needed sleep soon.
hourlies. hate.

rest in peace, Z man.

infosys speaker session. notes:

finally.

finally leaving my box. after a year and a half.
honestly though, this place was so worth the wait.

sold. keys, please.

posters

tried to make a few posters. need better tools.
need time, man. where's it going though?

complete album here

crazy march

whirlwind man.
going to be leaving the box, it seems.
the hunt for a new habitat continues, need to get used to constant human interaction again. seems crazy- it's been so long.
I reckon the rest of march is going to be even crazier. tests, hunts.

[ps. paint paint paint.]