took a mental break over the weekend, after some last minute hard-thinking again for that malay history essay. indulged myself in a couple of indie/arthouse foreign films that ive been wanting catch. first up was "the city of god", which talked about the slums of brazil and the way drugs and violence gripped the society, through the eyes of real kid who grew up in it. one if the best films ive ever watched, in terms of storyline, cinematography, and sequencing. the other one was "the motorcycle diaries", which talked about the travels of ernesto "che" guevara, who later became more popularly known for his work during in the Cuban revolution. it was through these travels that he saw the disparities and inequalities that existed throughout the south american continent that made him attracted to the revolutionary ideals of communism. ok all this sound like some film review. haha. well basically the fact is i thoroughly enjoyed watching them, and i'd highly recommend them to anyone who loves such unconventional and non mainstream art. seriously wonderful.

that pleasure aside, im tired. tired of school. tired of not getting enough sleep everytime. tired of not having the enough money ever. tired of having to work when kids these days spend like nobody's business. tired of essays. tired of getting picked on. tired of giving in when it seems to be the only peaceful way to solve things. tired of getting misunderstood. tired of trying to fix my unstylable hair. tired of this pain in my back. tired la just tired. for once i wannabe king. have everything going my way for once. money, luck, bliss.

que sera sera.