he picked up a book called "on directing". the author keeps talking about method acting. this deadline seems done for.
he donated blood today. tried to, anyway. the nurse couldn't find the vein through all the fat thick flesh and started poking the needle in random spots hoping to find blood in the bottle. she didn't get it, but his arm has 3 bandages now. "i hope it doesn't scar", he said to her.
in truth, he hopes it scars so he can tell the story later on.
he's sitting in the middle of the floor of his single room apartment surrounded by piles of old paper, clothes, a bed-less mattress, 2 suitcases and 3 pairs of shoes. the room is too big for him. he writes on a piece of paper, "the only SMSs i get are from airtel." he thinks about the line for a while and then crumples up the paper.
the piano lessons has turned out to be crap. he doesn't go to them anymore. son to a rich man, he hardly had direction, but too many passions. most of them romantic. he stares at that one poster of charlie chaplin on his otherwise empty white walls. it says,"in the end, everything's a gag."
wasting his own potential is the biggest fear he has.
but deep down, he hopes he wastes his potential. so he can tell the story later on.
he donated blood today. tried to, anyway. the nurse couldn't find the vein through all the fat thick flesh and started poking the needle in random spots hoping to find blood in the bottle. she didn't get it, but his arm has 3 bandages now. "i hope it doesn't scar", he said to her.
in truth, he hopes it scars so he can tell the story later on.
he's sitting in the middle of the floor of his single room apartment surrounded by piles of old paper, clothes, a bed-less mattress, 2 suitcases and 3 pairs of shoes. the room is too big for him. he writes on a piece of paper, "the only SMSs i get are from airtel." he thinks about the line for a while and then crumples up the paper.
the piano lessons has turned out to be crap. he doesn't go to them anymore. son to a rich man, he hardly had direction, but too many passions. most of them romantic. he stares at that one poster of charlie chaplin on his otherwise empty white walls. it says,"in the end, everything's a gag."
wasting his own potential is the biggest fear he has.
but deep down, he hopes he wastes his potential. so he can tell the story later on.
