Easter. pretty painted eggs. good food. family. maybe fun.


so we're back here - yet another shit-early work session; staring at the flatscreen; trying to rush projects; trying to ignore the rumble in my tummy.

sometimes we need to ask questions which are not actually urgent but are just screaming to be answered. they don't genuinely want to be answered, really. they're just being bratty, these questions. Are madonna condoms really commissioned by the singer herself? Why is the easter bunny always white? Why is A at the end of omega? so is this how the world really goes: abcdefghijklmnomegabcdefghijklmnomegabcd... and so on?



just a moment ago, i was wishing for someone i could sing a song for, someone i could hold close to me and call baby. all this love (and some angst) and no outlet. the build-up is causing me discomfort.

i get a deja vu feeling when i hope tt the mere coming of the new semester in june will inject a little excitement in my pathetic (non)life. wasn't this the case last sem? oh well... there had to be some truth in my omegA theory, right?