And so runs the calander

If I was numb a week before, I'm rather paralysed by now. I'm sure every year by this time there would be people who feel this way, like the convicted awaiting the guillotine. While very consciously aware that we don't live in movies, hope is still borne on that zorro-like figure who'd swoop you away from the blade. The hope that comes with the knowledge that it is too late to do much to change the course of all this.

I want to go for Bay Beats, some music festival at the esplanade, the sort with bands and gigs. The thought of the crowd does put me off a little though.

I was watching a documentary called mixing with the best on discovery travel. I love watching people mix cocktails though you know at the end of it you're just gonna be wanting to taste it and knowing you can't at the same time. Not to mention having to watch the host gulp it down with an enjoyable 'ah!'. How annoying.

Surprisingly, paris hilton's new single is rather catchy, in a thrashy way but still it sounds good somehow.