Cool app on the iPhone. Fairly realistic:



Sometimes it feels good to live in the moment.

Ditching booze for Myoplex and starting to work out again. A little amazed at how good this feels - if only momentarily - but it's good enough.

The worst of the January crunch is over and I can finally take (a few) deep breaths.

Been FBing a lot and feeling a bit shocked at how quickly people age, especially when you haven't seen them in a while. 10 years (has it been that long?) is a long time.

I'm experiencing an abrupt clarity of thought.

I have a feeling that this time, I'm gonna make it.

Finding it a bit hard to shake off this depressive malaise.

I'm 27 and yet still getting episodes like this. But apparently it's normal. Hard-wired to feel this way and yet each time it happens it's such a distraction.

I'm quite determined not to let it derail things too much this time.

Feeling inadequate and helpless, impatient, most of all sad.

Tired of hearing and saying things like, at least you are on the right track. Yes, it's been a bit of a detour but at least you are on the right track. But the road is getting slow and I'm getting a little fed up.


'On the tip of my tongue, were words that came out all wrong. For they were drenched in Southern Comfort, left to dry-out in the sun, the noon day sun.'

Just wrapped up for a shoot and chilling by myself in the studio.

The light was great today.

Loved it.

Feels kinda odd to be blogging now, listening to the creaks and ticks of the studio when nobody is around. It's such a privilege to be here, to be able to appreciate this moment and not take it for granted.

In many ways it's something that I had wanted for many years.

While I somehow wish that my phone would ring and I would be out somewhere presumably getting drunk; statistically it's not going to happen because I had been too much of a anti-social most of the time.

But now instead of that I'm probably closer to being a workaholic, alcoholic and whatever.

Alright. Time to go soon.

Talk to you again soon.

P/S: I'm thinking of the surprise birthday bash 2 (3?) years ago, at Eash Coast. Definitely one of the best times, ever.

Work, work, work.

This entire month is gonna be shit crammed crazy and I probably won't have time for much else.

Feeling sorta depressed of late.

You know, I think some things don't change. I think, after all these years, I might finally be coming to terms to who I am and accepting it. So what - y'noe - who cares? It doesn't really matter what you like, it doesn't really matter what I like either. The thing is just that you like something, and I like something, and it doesn't mean that you like what I like, and I may not like what you like, and that's totally fine.

I'm feeling all the symptoms of.. a particular state of mind.

The semi-remarkable thing is that I find myself being able to step back a little bit and attempt to think logically.

Not that it's a huge improvement.

I feel a sudden urge to really own something valuable today. Need to start working towards it.

Never too late.