wander no more, dear child...

restlessness. bad sleeping hours. frustration. bleak moods. headaches. i usually can't decipher what's wrong. or maybe i don't think about them hard enough. i figured they could be side-effects of the year's trauma, ectoplasmic residue of assignment hell from my academic and emotional battles in perth. or maybe not. two days cooped up at home and my feet were starting to itch. i was only too eager to answer the call of the urban wild and took my irrational angst to the city streets.

like every pampered, bourgeois slacker of my generation, i decided to nurse my selfish wounds the only way i knew how. retail therapy. charge dad's card. as if my hatred didn't burn white hot enough. material things to soothe the pain. blatant denial through indulgence. man, the humanity. and thus i have acquired through hours of thoughtful and serious deliberation:



1) V for Vendetta graphic novel.

remember remember the 5th of november. thanks to the chaos, that is, the state of our world today, the film adaptation had been postponed to march next year when, in fact, it was supposed to have been released on yes the 5th of november this year. so i guess that gives me plenty of time to get aquainted with the original material. all about anarchy and the battle against oppression of a nanny state. something for everyone i reckon.
view the fantastic trailer.
please get quicktime 7.



2) Watchmen graphic novel

heard heaps of good stuff about this so why not seek the truth behind the legend. apparently it was one of the movers and shakers of superhero mythology as depicted in the comic book medium. so hope this turns out to be 7 levels of cool. anyway, it didn't come cheap. last i heard there is supposed to be a filmic adaptation but it's stuck in development hell shuttling between directors and screenwriters. there was a rumour that darren aronofsky (director of requiem for a dream and the upcoming the fountain) himself was thinking about picking it up. oh please dear God let that happen.



3) Anansi Boys a novel by Neil Gaiman

i'll read anything by neil gaiman. ANYTHING! i have to admit that his writing style may not be the best i've encountered but he does have superior imagination. can't wait to explore the world of spider gods, eccentric old ladies, voodoo, and a whole new netherworld of pain. devilish indeed.

and that was just yesterday. today i wandered the streets again and bought more things. the anger wouldn't stop until i returned home and released the bottled poison.

we talked, you and i and for the first time since i returned, we understood one another. we sought, we thought, we felt and we were moved. love never dissipated, it simply threw a tantrum and took a selfish holiday. i'm glad that we're back to normal.

normal. so simple a circumstance but so hard to maintain sometimes. i've not been well. i think i'm out of it for the entire year. but i want to get better. i need to. i have kept my shoes in the cupboard. my feet are no longer restless and they are weary. the prodigal daughter has returned.