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1pm in my shorts i hit facebook before i brush my teeth mouth dry but water is too far away i'll make it someday what's more important is i compile these moments place them on an online photo/note album like the altar of my own existence before time and corporate jargon swallow them in infinity i'm listening to unfamiliar music in the form of an mgmt cd exchanged to my hands in the smoky strobelit indie night that really seemed like morning 12 hours and 4 chicken wings ago perhaps this is what living really feels like...

financial meltdowns, political maneuverings, a friend said on her facebook status that there's hardly any reason to watch anything other than the news on tv nowadays.

yet, that's all i've been doing during my stay here in mongolia- watching grey's anatomy series - in between battling one of the toughest projects of my short career.

financial meltdowns happen because of festering assets/non-assets. political maneuverings happen because of mismanaged governments. my grey's anatomy marathon happened because my other hard-drive - the one with all the good movies which i've queued on my to-watch list - is not speaking to my laptop. that's the hard-drve with an inconvenient truth, scoop, thank you for smoking, etc.

and i'm stuck with the hard-drive with grey's anatomy. the series can be quite riveting and even enlightening to some extent. but i'm sick of drama.

i need to get back to proper productivity. building real things, real relationships again, instead of being stuck at clients in a mongolian mining town. not everything is about work. i'm not an ambitious surgical intern. i'm actually not interested in watching all the investment banks crumble because of their own greed. i'm not interested in watching power hungry politicians wrestle each other. somehow, none of this is real. yet. this is all that i'm surrounded with right now.

48 hours to go. i just want a hug. a real one.

in a hotel room. packed. showered. plane scheduled tomorrow morning. too many unsightly events in the past week. literally. don't judge me if i find myself indulging in some visual gratification.

i wrote earlier about wanting real things again. is real ugly or is it beautiful? not sure...

we are ugly. we are insecure. we are shapeless. we are evil. we disgust each other. yet. we all seek some kind of beauty. one way or another.

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