Tonight

Guess what? My Landlord told two of my roommates to move out. Its about time anyway. They have been terrorising the entire house with their awful pitchy noise accompanied with their lousy guitar tunes due to their lousy serenading skills.

And they behaved as if they're up for slaughter whenever they talk. Of course i'm not going to tell you guys which country their from ;)

Yet, when i was about to sleep last night, it suddenly felt so awfully quiet. I switched my desk lamp on, to get a lil' company...

It felt a lil' melancholy. The golden light from the lamp and deafening silence are something that i'm used to long ago. Now they're back. It reminds me of Van Gogh's famous Starry Night painting.

How i wish to have someone ( not just anyone ) beside me, humming made-up songs to keep me company so that i don't need the desk lamp on.

And in the end, its that thought that kept me company. 

The thought that somebody is thinking of me that comforted me.

"Underneath the moon,

 underneath the stars.

 Here's a little heart

 for you."

 Lenka, Don't Let Me Fall

Pause the Tragic Ending.

It seems to me that people who dabble in art are most likely to end up with a tragic ending. It doesn't matter on how talented you are, how well received you are, somehow their life ended up in a way that made it so hard for me to believe.






Vincent Willem van Gogh was a Dutch Post-Impressionist artist. His paintings and drawings are some of the world's best known, most popular and most expensive pieces. His works are outstandingly impressive, like the Potato Eaters and Starry Night Over The Rhone which are one of the few pieces that i wish i could own. His father was a minister in church and van Gogh served was even once a preacher.


Yet, all was dashed due to his amorous disappointments and mental illness struck him in the later part of hs life. He cut of his lower part of his left ear lobe and in the end killed himself by shooting his chest with a revolver.

Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde or better known as Oscar Wilde was a celebrated playwright, poet and author of his time. He is known to be witty and a handful of famous quotes came from him. However, he was discriminalised for being gay and jailed. After the release, he fell into depression and finally died of cerebral meningitis.

Everyone might have heard of him, he is Andy Warhol, the father of pop art. Everything that is related to the art industry, he has dabbled in most of them from painter to record producer. His works are thought provoking and pushed the boundary of art during his time. He has so many achievements that i can't even contain all of them here. Despite of the glory, he died of cardiac arrhythmia during his gall bladder surgery.

Why? It seemed unfair at times, especially van Gogh, he was supposed to be leading a good life. A faithful servant to God and blessed with incredible talents in painting and drawing. Yet, have to suffered and perished in his own hand. So do we all artist have to pay the price for the talent that we have someday?