There is only one way to convince yourself that love and relationships and all that crap is for nothing. It's when family relationships start to crumble. And all the comfort you can get are from vices, not from any one of your so-called friends.
Bah. Anyway, I made up my mind to quit my job by next year and take my musicianship seriously. This island is really too small to remain grounded and narrow-minded. I just feel so suffocated by all the hype, phony ponies who'd only need your help when they are in trouble. And KPIs KPIs KPIs... y'know... fuck that.
I got myself one ticket to Control (Joy Division) this weekend. Thought L may wanna join me for some good UK indie movie, but no go. Okay, go. I'm up for Sunday's afternoon slot. So Cya @ substation yo.
And oh, I paid a visit to the new and uber-flowerpower peranakan museum with my colleague today. The interior was so back to the 20s man. Such rich and vibrant culture (ethnic asian aspect), though I never quite look up to their snotty ways of adapting brit culture.
I'm always intrigued by batik cloths and painting. I was in for a real treat @ the museum. Redefining traditional batik art are some younger generation of peranakan designers adapting batik into contemporary fashion.
Nasi Lemak, anyone?