  wish i had a much much bigger window. The kind that stretches from ceiling to floor. So i can sit here watch the lightning. Sky is husky blue now but pink along the horizon and the lights are gaussian blurred in the rain. Always been a childhood dream to capture lightning on photograph. I remember when i was about ten or eleven i stood at this small little window in my room for about an hour hoping to be quick enough to catch the lightning with my compact. Resolve to finally do it properly. just bounced ideas off a friend and feel much more enthused about the script. Must flesh out characters and then put them together and step back and see how they interact to create the story.
at same time am du lan with people who dua me. This is definitely the last freaking time. but now sitting in my familiar seat, cigarette in hand, a too small pic of the storm outside of my window, energized by semi philosophical sms discussion, and tons of things waiting to be created inside my comp, maybe it doesn't really matter after all. the greatest source of hope for me comes from knowing i am always capable of change. Read that somewhere but has stuck with me ever since. 
