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- January 24, 2009
Grey Area
I sit on the un-mended bench of my turquoise past and wonder if it was blue. Sometimes on a cluttered night like this the blurry heartache finds its way and creeps back into the familiar nook where it once nestled. I wonder about the people in my life now, I wonder about the people who […]
- December 15, 2008
Daily Walks
The immediate effect of too much partying is – you are never more convinced that you are growing old because you can’t remember what happened at all. The best thing that came out of the hedonistic escapades is I got an awesome toy giraffe. It dances and bounces its head to my command and I […]
- December 12, 2008
Simone de Beauvoir
Life is occupied in both perpetuating itself and surpassing itself; if all it does is maintaining itself, then living is merely not dying. – Simone de Beauvoir One of the most prominent female philosophers/writers in recent history, I think Simone de Beauvoir portrays someone that I want to be. Intrinsically. Some things changed along the […]
- December 9, 2008
Personal Goal
On a whim, I have decided my personal goal of the day. I will write an entry for each of the category that i have defined for this blog, 4 months ago. Today’s category is “Miscellaneous”. There can NOT be anything easier to write for any other categories. Yet I am sitting here with my […]
- November 8, 2008
And the Window Stays Open
i watch the crowd with a mild fascination familiarity is something i have yet to be familiar with i am dying for some form of input any form to reenact that tie that once bind us maybe if one of them starts cursing i will rejoice in wonderment i watch with eyes of a new […]
- August 5, 2008
Heat Induced
You know what is weird? Privacy in this age. I have a private blog which i recently found out is not so private as I thought it is. After the initial shock and some mild irritation, i realised how pointless, naive and absurd it is – the idea of keeping things hush hush on a […]
- May 5, 2008
Untouchable
She was oblivious to her surroundings. Maybe the rain was just a fiction of her imagination. She turns and swirls to the rhythm. The rhythm of her heartbeat. The sound only comprehensible, or maybe even not, to herself. She was smiling. No, she was laughing actually. It was the kind of laughter that exudes so […]
- April 8, 2008
April Snow
A conversation with tingling coffee aroma, I try to grasp the fleeting moment when the flakes of joy are dancing through my senses. But like many things in life, they are not meant to be kept. I was looking out of the window when the wind started blowing. Dancing feathers curtained with enchanting white. Beyond […]