.<<0>>.

" The thing about depression is, once you let yourself feel it, it gets boring really fast." - six feet under.

.twilight hour.

.i dont need love, ive got my b.

the pain, the pain.

.<<0>>.

.raindrops keep falling on my head.

(<.>)

the idea strikes back.

.Creativity has a lonely childhood.

In an attempt to get from point A to point B as creatively as possible, I’ve been reading a lot more than usual lately. I’ve been so desperate for some sort of an inspiration, the kind that will not only brighten my mind but also encourage me to become better than I was yesterday.

This guy I know in Chicago, he’s a musician, although I would rather call him an artist. He wrote a note today about how he recently went through all his work dated back to 1995. He’s made over 3,000 songs and has yet to send a tape to a record company. He said he went back and looked through them as if they were photographs of memories he has of people that have came and went in his life. But most of all, what he saw was himself.

The biggest challenge, I feel, when it comes to a great creative idea is that the only way you can come up with it is if you are completely free from what other people will think of it. Your idea is yours, it’s your own experience, that’s not a challenge. The challenge lies in the test of whether or not you can somehow then connect this idea to the rest of the world; if you can make people move with one single concept.

Now, here’s a guy who did it all for himself, he manages to make people move with music that doesn’t even need lyrics to feel, not only that, he actually has the passion and stamina to keep at it for 14 years. Yet, he oozes with loneliness.

At the end of the note, he said that he always ask people that if they could listen to one artist for the rest of their lives, who would they pick. (Although, I was the first person who asked him this a few years back) My answer back then was Godspeed you black emperor, today, I think it would be his music. Why? Simple. It reminds me of what I admire and aspire to be in a creative person. The bravery to solely listen to your own instinct and still manages to come out with something that connect with people and above all, the stamina to keep it going and going.

Thank you for the inspiration. Good night.

.nine to five.

.memory lanes.

inspiration inspires me.

.Welcome To The Neighborhood.

. partying down, Thai style circa 1970's.

.my long lost friend.

i miss us at art museums....

.When an old book is new again.

"Wherever I sat — on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok —
I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air." - Sylvia Plath

. เดินก้มหน้า .

.Yesterday in Black & White.

.Skylines & Sentiment Part 2.

. skylines and sentiment.

. (oOo) .

That one night I got stood up

. (oOo) .

. (oOo) .

All dressed up and nowhere to go.

. (oOo) .

“If I hold back, I'm no good...I'd rather be good sometimes,
than holding back all the time.” - Janis Joplin

. ( oOo ) .

I've been in love with you since the 10th grade

. i dont read enough these days.

. agony.

. after 21 days.

I miss you a little already...

. tiresome.

. I <3 shoes.

(o0o)

"เขาพูดกันว่า คนที่ชอบไปทะเล
ไม่หนีร้อน ก็หนีรัก
เธอหนีอะไรมา?"

.my wiggly toes.

..::0O0::..

losing sleep in NYC

.().

scary and irrational it is indeed.

(o0o)

i dont even think the word bad-ass would even begin
to cover it when it comes to my new ring.

. My new favorite Japanese.

Euphoria : White Pattern
Mogwai, with a sensitive side.

A really big sensitive side.

. the world is full of silly love songs.

.<[00]>.

. Random thought.

VS.

[o0o]

"People drain me, even the closest of friends, and I find loneliness to be the best state in the union to live in." - Margaret Cho

. nostalgic afternoon.

i clicked my heels 3 times and said...

There's no place like home
There's no place like home
There's no place like home

.the ultimate battle.

which one will I go with this time?

. Blonde Redhead.

i think we were lonely together once.

. staring.

The world is falling apart as I stare and stare.

. 'tis the day.

.Happy Valentine's Day.

. this ship is sinking.

" chemical displaced, there's no lonelier state, lying in this bed."

. we get on.

found this in an old sketchbook today. I think it was from the last break-up. It was from this Kate Nash song about how she's in love with this guy but then she saw him with another girl at a party. She locked herself in the bathroom crying while her girlfriends tell her that she could do much better ( which never helps, by the way, when you are drunk, staring at the boy you like with a trampy girl instead of the trampy you)

fun times.

.a mixtape for the melanchony.

" This is totally gay, but I think this is our song."

.scary moment.