Archive for June 7th, 2006

07
Jun

Gasping Through Vines Of Anxiety

today i just bought 4 massive styrofoam. i thought of making a very big painting

and i’ll put ‘em up my wall. as i brought those styrofoam outta the vehicle, one

of my aunts was the first person who sees it. she started to hit me with her so

negative words and energy towards my action -and everything i do, even my

guitar lesson and that art festival i joined- as i told her what was the purpose i

bought those stuff. i never got a real support from these people. i never feel

them as a part of my family, since i never got that vibe as what human called:

family connectivity. anyway, i never mind what people say, especially from my

closest flesh community. so many questions running up my noggin. not a single

answer comes from the outside. i’m just trying to be bold, ready to explore the

wild side of me. my days are prepared to be unfold, i’m not afraid to face the

future, even there are some who against me. just wanna stand up and be counted.

i’m ready to rise again.

Pagan i got my three day off from work, from monday until lazy wednesday. and today

is my last day of self free no work days. i try to dig up a part of myself i left

buried under all of my money making activities. felt tired, sick and fed up

lately.

i enjoy myself in my room, as i rarely get outta my small box except eat

and bathroom, i just try to finish my thesis just to graduate of that stupid law

school. most of my times are entertained by the simpsons family and the wacko

city of springfield or start doing my meditation again. oh yeah, btw i already

moved my bedroom to an empty room just next to my old joint. it’s a bit small,

but it’s cozy. back in the good old days, i usually redecorate my room every

four months or so, just to get an inspiration or recharged my wrecked spirit. i

just dance crazy in my underwear or playing Pharaoh in my pc. i try to

understand my character, by simply sit and see the black starless night.  lately i

found me extend to an entirely different level of personality. i wouldn’t say

complex, coz i like simple things. but as i grown over the years, things do change.

i realize those stuff i like back then, is something stupid now in the reflection

of the-more-mature-me. i don’t like that concept. but i always try to take the

best of it. many people don’t support me, understand or try to really interact

with me, or just walk with me in my development voyage. the sad thing was they

are my closest people. never mind, i already got many people on my back. it may

be a few, but trustful ones.
so i’m ready with my brush, ideas, colors, gigantic styrofoam (in which the

people at the store watching me like some kinda freak dragging those really big

objects). good old me. not all the old stuff is bad ya know…