Sogno di una notte di mezz'autunno

Sono (quasi) innamorato, ancora? Forse. E troppo veloce, e quasi impossibile, no? Perche non sono pronto. Perche e pericoloso. Notte scorsa ho songnato troppo di una persona, sto essendo pazzesco. Devo arrestarsi. Si, devo.

Somehow it's always easier to illustrate such feelings in Italian. That's all I am gonna say, anymore words may seem wrong or silly even. Slept for just four hours, so I s'pose thoughts flow easy and all. Speaking of which, have been introduced to a book called 'Flow' last night, read the reviews and all, seems like a highly profound yet thought-provoking book. I should give it a go.

Last night was truly a tesseract of feelings, for several events and several people (four to be specific, and one obviously stood out from the rest),which incidentally, is very much like the movie 'Crash' which I saw last evening.

I must say I was totally entralled by the film. Although there wasn't much of a central plot or theme, it's very intense all the same, and it will drain away your energy just trying to feel/follow each character's story (and there are like at least 7 or 8 major characters in the film). I will definitely watch it again in the near future.

Work has been slow despite my receipt of more (not to mention greater) responsibilities. In any case, that's not gonna happen till about a week or two later, so I s'pose for now, I should just concentrate on my daily work and to wrap up my demonstration work at uni this week.

I don't s'pose I have much to say for this time, 'cos the first paragraph says it all. And from that, a million thoughts could be generated already, no? I just have to remember not to make the same mistakes twice.

C.L.A.M.P.S

..which stands for Challenge, Location, Advancement, Money, Position and Security. The six factors to consider for the quality of a job. A friend of mine explained it to me tonight, and it intrigues me pretty much. I've never heard of this before and it really got me thinking. What brought upon this topic was because I was whinging to him about my day, which was a totally shitty one cos I had a bit of a brush with my boss, and yesterday too, for that matter. Looking at my current job, I s'pose it only fulfils two out of the six points listed above. Now truly, how sad (not to mention sobering) is that? It's that a prompt for me to make a move on?

It has been a recurring thought for weeks now, or months even. I s'pose I would still very much want to remain in science though, but I need a change of scene and a job scope that fits more to what I have in mind. I know it's always easier said than done, and talk is cheap isn't it? I really have to start thinking and acting. Someway, somewhow. I just have to make sure that in the midst of doing so, I don't get too depressed by this whole episode, whenever it's going to end.

On a lighter note, I cut my hair significantly shorter today. I s'pose I needed that, 'cos I was getting a tad bored with the style I had, the long fringe and all. I thought I would regret it and feel totally miserable, but I didn't (and still don't, after like 6 hours now). I didn't miss my long hair at all.

Caught a movie too (The Woodsman), it was just alright though, didn't leave much of an impact on me. Maybe it was largely due to how I was feeling, cos somehow, Mexican food and coffee didn't go down particularly well for me, and I felt totally nauseas in the cinema.

Speaking of which, I better call it a day now. I need the energy to face up to another day at work and to deomnstrate for another class tomorrow at uni.

Who's Coming Thru' The Window?

Caught the last Betchadupa gig (at least for a while) last night. Although I didn't go all ecstatic and silly, I did enjoy it very much. There was just so much raw energy on stage and the performance (both vocals and instrumental) was just so impeccable and well-executed. I had a tad of a mood swing before I headed out for the gig, I don't know what brought it on though. Maybe I was tired from the night before or simply a tad nervous about seeing familiar (but definitely not friendly faces) at the gig or maybe even, yet again, was somewhat mind-screwed by reading 'Fanny' by Salinger. Luckily, managed to snap out of the weird mood as the night got later and all in all, I had a pretty swell time in the end.

I haven't been writing anything here for almost two weeks now. Nothing unusual happened, I s'pose, just the same old stuff with people and work. However, I have to admit I'm getting tired with certain faces and issues, and these are not just from a particular group of people. I shan't name names here, that's unfair, I reckon. Things might look up, and maybe my tolerance will be built up instead of diminishing (which seems to be the trend lately). I am glad I have some me-time right now, not having to communicate or do anything at all. It gives me a chance (hopefully) to tune back and be at ease again.

Spent two hours practicing on my guitar today. I still can't do much with it, but I reckon it's certainly better than a coupla weeks ago when I first started.

Stuff to be done this week include shopping for a new mobile and getting a haircut. I'm aiming for something different for the latter (but then again, aren't I always?).

It's Paul's big party (expecting at least 50 people!) at home next weekend. I should get as much rest as I can throughout the week to face up to that day, 'cos I foresee a) plenty of preparations to be done, b) plenty of socialising on that day (which can be quite an effort for me sometimes) and c) heaps of cleaning up to do after.

So yes, I have to survive it somehow. Afterall, I don't wanna be a party-pooper. I do want to have a good party for Paul too.