oooooh i hate it when i hear something on the radio a million times and never catch the song list back announcements.
so has anyone heard a cover of the ronettes' *be my baby*, done in a dreamy way, with an organ drone in the background, and mono-esque vocals?
someone?
House moves and running after cockroaches are good remedy for circumstantial depression. I've been so inundated with lists (grocery, Ikea, complaints, family members to call for charity/sympathy donations....), and organising my after-work hours so that I cram into 4 hours what would normally take an entire day, I haven't had time to cry.
It's official. I can now go through days without smoking. I can even go through beach holidays without craving for fags. I can also go through mornings without coffee. And I can walk through night markets in Thailand and not buy anything. What the fuck am I doing to myself?
The new place is great. Well, to begin with, I've gotten over the horrid clinic green on the outside. I'm also getting used to the strange neighbour who puts newspaper clippings at my door. I just put them back at his door. I like my room, and the fact that I can walk to Killiney Road for some kaya toast. So the bathroom is still leaking and the cockroach problem has been replaced by an ant problem. I'm learning to take things a little easier. I've spent the past few months picking on everything, everyone, everywhere. I must have been an absolute pain to be around. The ones who stuck around and offered a hug and hand, thanks.
I fear for my sanity. Seriously. I seriously fear for my sanity. I haven't cried this much since I was 4. The problem is I can't quite pinpoint the root problem. There are so many confounding factors, I'm not sure where to start putting out fires first. My top-five causes of distress:
(1) Job (present, and lack of alternatives)
(2) Singapore
(3) Money (obviously the lack thereof - to buy that Mulberry bag, go for that holiday in Spain, to celebrate that month-long employment hiatus in New York, to sustain a decent level of livability post-hiatus, should I gather enough gall to wing it, pack it in, and go for that month-long hiatus anyway, then return to the prospect of unemployment for a possible 6 months )
(4) Singapore
(5) Singapore
I really enjoyed reading Nick Hornby's *High Fidelity*. Apart from the fact that I really liked the film (and also that I actually know/like some of the music and film references) , I relate to the obsessive (and often incongruous) list-making.
Later then.