मौसम & escape.

new movie to talk about: slumdog millionaire.
it was stunning. it completely rocked my world for the 131 minutes it lasted.
it started off with these crazy visual scenes with all this driving bollywood-style music and that alone was totally intense and stimulating.
but once the story took off, i was transfixed.

definitely worthy of the golden globe it won for best movie.



there's more to say today. i'm in this weird funk. feeling depressed for no reason. feeling stuffy and sloppy and morose. i'm trying to cheer up with a jasmine candle and a big glass of water, but its not helping. all i can think about is that this apartment is still cold and that i was not the one to drink the first glass of chardonnay that i bought, yet the bottle is open and there is a half-drunk wine glass sitting beside the sink.

i'm thinking about tomorrow being my last day of the weekend and it just cannot be true. days cannot go by that fast. it's impossible.

i really don't have anything nice to say and i'm not sure why. i have typed and deleted about four paragraphs.

my feet are asleep and its so quiet that i hear the secondhand tick on the clock. i am just sitting here breathing.

i know how to make myself happy, but i don't have the means to.