by now you should know what it means when you see more posts here. ok, give up? means that i either have an indescribable unshakable urge to spew my thoughts through kilobytes across the internet universe or am attempting to tackle an assignment whose deadline is near, thus not allowing myself the luxury of roaming around town or finishing leftovers at bavani's or planning roadtrips, but rather, releasing the pent-up frustrations of my itchy backside, here. and that is, if i'm not eating chocolate or playing my guitar or grabbing a random bottle of ginger beer from the fridge or hoping mutu sends me an sms or flooding mutu's phone who the hell is mutu you ask.

so now it must be clear it is the latter because i have said absolutely nothing constructive in the past few sentences and am causing you to tremble with a desire to throw something at this screen.

aaargh, c'mon c'mon just read like 50 pages more about depression and summarise them into 2 pages and write your abstract and design a pretty cover page. what's so hard about that! c'mon c'mon!!!

at the moment, i have a sudden craving for music from the era of bad hair and bad fashion and bad dance moves and poses on mtv. i feel like driving in my car, with omd, the cars, dire straits, the cure, new order and what-not blasting through my speakers and creating that feel-good, sunday afternoon feeling in me that even sunday afternoons don't create so often anymore. sigh.

walking on the milky way!