over!!!

finally. work at the Semicon event is over. it gives me terrible backaches and leg aches. but the money is worth it i guess. to spend haha. currently im a busy bee, working like hell. giving tuition, doing tuition assignments for money. the things i do for money and love. sigh.

the girlfriend said yesterday on the phone that what i write is too cheem such that no one will understand. so i will be nice and follow her orders. everything here does not need a brain to process. haha. darling, happy now? for you, ok. better be thankful. :)

anyway, yesterday i read a book that's called The Secret Sex Life of Famous Lesbians. and then i suddenly remembered Virginia Woolf. I did a book on her for Lit during my A levels. it was about the most exciting book that i did those 2 years. and i can't help but wonder, how could she go insane and commit suicide? granted, writers always have deep thoughts, but that's taking it a bit too far, isn't it? apparently she commited suicide partly because of her female lover. well, what's new about that?!? she came up with the "stream of conciousness" way of writing, profiling a character's physical and emotional turmoil. i was thinking, could it be that it reflects the inner turmoil in her? lost in love, yet society does not grant her the freedom and happiness to live the way she is.

"Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf?"

which translates to mean -- who's afraid of a life without fantasies, without your own thoughts to escape into? everyone is, essentially. because a life without fantasy would be too real, too cruel to live in.

and that, dear friends, is the thought of today. be well.