what do i want...

do i know what i want?
do you know what i want?
everyone talks to me like they know what i want, what i've been doing.
it took me so long to even think about tailoring that cover letter once again.
and what happens?
i was talked to once again.
be open to rejection.
be humble.
allow yourself to fail.
i allowed myself that much.
but i don't do rejections well.
i never did.
so now i'm supposed to?
to feel so dejected.
to feel so worthless.
to know, to see,
loathing myself,
at the fact that i could be something more,
yet i am nothing as i stand.
this wasn't supposed to be such an entry, but a phone call changed it all.

i went melbourne. i had fun.
met new people.
sat in the same ol' car.
did the same ol' things as we used to,
like, shopping at the 24hr k-mart till midnight.
met old people.
chris was funny as ever.
did new stuff.
like, attending a citizenship ceremony.
barely shopped,
but finally made it to american apparel on chapel street.
barely ate,
i miss greek food.
and in australia,
we all eat korean.

i miss melbourne.


biennale @ museum of contemporary art.
my favourite picture.

when min + jan were here in sydney.
back @ watson's bay.