writing in the dark

Don't have much to say today. There is, as usual, much to complain about, but I'm not in the mood... sleeping next to.

silence

It's important to have something/structure to embrace/despise... some days when it's open-ended and empty, and there's a recursive nothingness that prevails, and I don't want to think or do anything, or relate myself, or be related, I discover my meaning of silence.

Why Blog?

To disclose to the whole world what I haven't yet disclosed to my closest friend.
The world then becomes my closest friend.

self-apparent properties of the self:

young. saudi chick. unveiled, unconservatized.

computer literate. happy in hypertext.

enjoy code. others.

supposedly literate. bilingual. reading always.

musical. sometimes. produce it sometimes. prefer minimal ambient variations with stochastic parts.

write sometimes, trying to write more. but atmosphere in saudi does not encourage that euphoric species of writing that I like... danger of reverting to literature of frustration.

politics: quantum: constrained by social, cultural, political context, sex. I've never voted, although one day I hope to walk in on a ballot box in jeans, t-shirt, and flip-flops so that everyone can see my pretty toes while I express my freedom.

bye.