back, and how! :D

I think it is important we all (I) recognize the implications of what is happening.
Yesh. Right this very second. Now and now and now and now.
This is me risking life, limb and sunshine(!?!) to blog when i Should be curled up in a corner with J.Swift (sooooo i had to finish all four books by lunch and i haven't finished even one. Sooooo what?)........

But i realized somewhere around skimming through 'humans are bad, humans stink, humans are cruel people who don't have any manners' (umm, paraphrased... naturally)....that i miss blogging!
Like i reaaaaaaaally really do.
i miss the thrill of watching these words just pop up out of nowhere and typing out thoughts i had no ideaaaaaaa i had gurgling up somewhere in my unconscious.
Plus its FUN! D:....oi, odd smiley.

Or maybe im just tired of reading what Writer X has written and then reading what Critic A, B, C feel about what X says. Blah.
A teensy bit left-out am i :(
but-where-did-MY-opinion-go?
*puppy face*
does-no-one-Care?
sniff.

The answer is 'no'.
Unless i hit it beeeeeeg(big) with some supah-cool theory, im a nobody.
but but but...i am YOUNG
"I am young but I have aged
Waited long to seize the day
All things said and plenty done
Oh I am young but I have a past
Travelled far to find the start
Yes I am scared and I've been burnt
But life is short..."
Okay, so Butterfly Boucher invades the mind :)

And alsooo, i managed to watch the last few episodes of
(wait for it)
The Rachel Zoe Project (oooooooh!)
Not too bad actually if you're a secret devil wears prada fan..
i only wish she would be a lil meaner to her assistants..
makes for more spicy Teee-Veeeee :D
Somehow i have always(always always always) wanted to actually work
at a terrible job (ie. high pressure) and CRIB about the horrendous working hours...
while secretly getting a huge kick out of the deadline-was-5-mins-ago panic!
Yipee. AGENDA!
But i know, realistically, i'd get yawn-bored or just yawn-yawn-tired in about 3 weeks.

So ANYWAY, its a very predictable rut-thing as of now..
wake up...mooch around...study...talk to Sw...whine...lunch...study...power-nap-for-too-long-to-be-called-a-power-nap...study...Teeeee-veeee :)....random-food-consumption...text...try-and-study...watch more Televisionooosto(just because)...

Turns out its not so predictable...check out the wild quotient!!!! Eeeee...
*faints due to sheer hyper-activity..... not*

I like i like i likeeeeeee this. Sigh.
Whaaaa else can i go all go-gah over?
Oi, plans for the future?
No.
Umm, thoughts about the past?
Nu-uh.
Chocolate consumption?
Yaaaais. had the tiniest thinnest sliver of dark choco. (swoons. YUM)
and yes. i also kind of climbed a tree. in college.
it was fun you know...
getting back into the aaaaaa-this-makes-no-sense-mode.
plus, got my internal marks and they match what i had anticipated.
so all is good.

*breathes*
yes.
Now back to Swift and some major apologies!!
(but the blog called oooooooooout to me J.Swift. it did!!!...)
lala. whatever :D

Songs, eh?
*looks around for inspiration*
Oh yeah...to celebrate V being back in town (YAY)

Hit it ------Franklin! :)

The moment I wake up
Before I put on my makeup
I say a little pray for you

While combing my hair now,
And wondering what dress to wear now,
I say a little prayer for you

Forever, and ever, you'll stay in my heart
and I will love you
Forever, and ever, we never will part
Oh, how I love you
Together, forever, that's how it must be
To live without you
Would only mean heartbreak for me.

I run for the bus, dear,
While riding I think of us, dear,
I say a little prayer for you.
At work I just take time
And all through my coffee break-time,
I say a little prayer for you.

(Chorus)

My darling believe me, (believe me)
For me there is no one but you!
Please love me too (answer his pray)
And I'm in love with you (answer his pray)
Answer my prayer now babe (answer his pray)

Forever, and ever, you'll stay in my heart
and I will love you
Forever, and ever we never will part
Oh, how I'll love you
Together, forever, that's how it must be
To live without you
Would only mean heartbreak for me (oooooooooh)

i-recommend

Listen to

Unchained Melody- Elvis Presley(****)
Aint no Sunshine- Van Morrison(***)
Twist and Shout- The Beatles(***1/2)
Toothpaste Kisses- The Maccabees(****)

And be happy y'all.

my flash-fiction (under 5oo words) is turning out to be a lil darker than i would necessarily want it to be... leaning a bit on the grim side.

maybe its time to experiment with humour...

ps- Artaud says we must do away with personal art and the poets personal meanings that remain unclear to the masses... "enough of these displays of closed, conceited personal art"

i say, i'm not being paid nearly enough to be clear.

actually, i'm not being paid at all.

obscurity still reigns supreme.

my post-script is longer than my 'post'.

gah.

one more senseless rule broken.

gah gah and gumboots.

here is a wiki article on the post-script.

enjoy.

i know you can google.

but i challenge you to make me care.

oh. countdown to exams is on.

april again

on the grimy floor
completing chores
tracing letters with fingers
watching dust shift, express
the meaning of things
what you feel because of feelings

giving form
(to)intricate complexities

a child still in the garb of a man
waits patient
counts down not seconds
sits unruffled
securely tucked,
in between sheets cream

Pikchaaaaars, just because! :)

The blog has largely been ignored for various (fascinating) reasons.
Primarily-

I have exams coming up and any writing i do Should be (in some way) an investment towards that.... uh. yes.

Facebook and photographs have been eating up a LOT of my time (sigh, its a hard task but someones got to do it :D...)

And here is the coolest ('kewlest') one... been writing a lot of fiction *beams*

Family and friends have officially been notified of above and begged/forced/wheedled/puppy-eye-d into reading and commenting...

Reactions?

Mum finds my language a lil complicated :(... which it is not..SO is not

Sister invokes the freedom-to-read-by-choice and shudders in horror each time i wave a print out in front of her :(:(

Dad picks up a pen and viciously gets down to an inky massacre... few sentences survive the attack.. (he insists on my POEMS SPELLING OUT stuff!)...canyoubelieveit?..but at least thats criticism :)

Friends of course are on the supportive bandwagon and throw around feel-good words with ease...

Guess i should learn to understand my audience..

-The dismissive
-The disinterested
-The ones who will buy my work because they love me
-The ones who will buy my work because we're related and i will harass them into it
-The critical ones
-The teeny tiny percentage who don't know (or like) me and still find my work worth a read :D

The last category i love, now i all i gotta do is hunt em down and mail a copy of my fantastic art :D

On the super-shiny-bloody-sunny part of the universe, am going w-i-l-d with postgrad applications... state, country, population-level no bar!... If MA English they offer, obediently i turn up complete with a beam and demand draft :):)
Dad jokingly recommended Pondicherry University.. i was sorely tempted to google it :)

Sigh. Gush. Oysters.
Okay, the last part only S will get *grins*

Ps- also been indulging in some minor think-grab-tissue-and-scribble-deep-thought-on-it kind of behaviour.. Doctors assure mum it isnt too serious (or infectious) but shes seriously concerned anyway!! hehe. i aaaaaaaalways crack up at my own lameness!
Much love.

Freudian Slip(s)

I am afraid
for i am alone
I am alone
to lessen the fear

The world moves not
in accordance to plan
The plan itself
was but half formed

Discovery is in silence awaited
time forlornly lies un-still
The clock moves on ahead
yet some things, still
to change, refuse

Together flow memories beautiful

added, one tiny drop

a trickle of the undesired

There, perfectly tainted in hues supreme

and the fangs come out, to play