Dear weird sensation in stomach,
i am not quite sure of what you are...you jump into my life rudely when least expected and demand my attention like a wailing baby...but unfortunately i cannot ignore you and pass you on to people who do care about wailing babies cuz no one else knows you either...or they're very good liars...when you invade my space in the morning...i think it may be something i ate the day before...when you prance around in the afternoon i believe it to be stress...and when at night you rear your head and wink insolently...i assume its something more...
you cause knots to appear out of nowhere and my tongue gets tangled up in my teeth...i feel like bending over and surrendering to you even...just to see how very far you would push me...what doesnt kill you..makes you stronger...but sometimes....what hangs around and pinches your comfort annoys you and makes life harder...i wonder why you exist...your certainly not the source of any power..you make me wanna run away...far away...all alone...just near one leaf which when rubbed on the tummy will make you go away..
its not that i dont like you...your not overtly unpleasant...but your just a reminder of one more thing, out of the billion, that i am unaware of....and when i think of you...i remember the rest of knowledge denied to me too...its not you thats the issue...its what your represent and remind me off...your queer and normally i would find that quirkily interesting...maybe even ask you insightful questions while my friends would sigh at how predictable it all was...but your just too common in me and uncommon in the rest...you bother me..
explain why your around and maybe ill let you stay..
*just one of those losing-my-brain moments*
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Green Day, Oasis, Travis, Eminem Aerosmith Boulevard Of Broken Songs Lyrics
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone
Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
I walk this empty street
On the boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I walk alone I walk alone
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now
I walk alone I walk a-
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me '
Till then I walk alone
Every day I wake up and it's Sunday
Whatever's in my eye won't go away
The radio is playing all the usual
What's a Wonderwall anyway
Backbeat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now
I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line of the edge
And where I walk alone
Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
Read between the lines
What's f**ked up and everythings all right
Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive
And I walk alone
Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
I walk alone I walk alone
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I walk alone I walk a-
And all the roads we have to walk along are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would Like to say to you
I don't know how I walk this empty street
On the boulevard of broken dreams
Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
I walk this empty street
On the boulevard of broken dreams
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a-
Because maybe
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
You're gonna be the one who saves me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
You're gonna be the one who saves me
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Till then I walk alone
Sing with me,(Sing!) sing for the year (Sing It!)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (Comeon!)
Sing with me,just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone
Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
I walk this empty street
On the boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I walk alone I walk alone
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now
I walk alone I walk a-
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me '
Till then I walk alone
Every day I wake up and it's Sunday
Whatever's in my eye won't go away
The radio is playing all the usual
What's a Wonderwall anyway
Backbeat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now
I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line of the edge
And where I walk alone
Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
Read between the lines
What's f**ked up and everythings all right
Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive
And I walk alone
Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
I walk alone I walk alone
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I walk alone I walk a-
And all the roads we have to walk along are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would Like to say to you
I don't know how I walk this empty street
On the boulevard of broken dreams
Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
I walk this empty street
On the boulevard of broken dreams
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a-
Because maybe
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
You're gonna be the one who saves me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
You're gonna be the one who saves me
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Till then I walk alone
Sing with me,(Sing!) sing for the year (Sing It!)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (Comeon!)
Sing with me,just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
heat
words can do little justice to a revelation...
We need others for company, comfort, love and affection...all things that we need to learn to live without or elicit from our own being..Our shadow keeps us company croons a popular song and the truth in that can be seen in a 5km walk at 2 in the afternoon...when the scorching sun beats down on your blistered shell of a body...you will know..you walk alone and there is nothing or no one to keep you company...perhaps..no one you would want to anyway...and then "What you think of me...Is none of my business" becomes obsolete as what you think of me ...wont affect me cuz your not with me and you never will....id rather listen to me and make my other relationships redundant cuz they can never provide me with what i will need...
call it what you want...neither is it my business to care and nor am i interested in entertaining your shrill opinions...world..just back off...
We need others for company, comfort, love and affection...all things that we need to learn to live without or elicit from our own being..Our shadow keeps us company croons a popular song and the truth in that can be seen in a 5km walk at 2 in the afternoon...when the scorching sun beats down on your blistered shell of a body...you will know..you walk alone and there is nothing or no one to keep you company...perhaps..no one you would want to anyway...and then "What you think of me...Is none of my business" becomes obsolete as what you think of me ...wont affect me cuz your not with me and you never will....id rather listen to me and make my other relationships redundant cuz they can never provide me with what i will need...
call it what you want...neither is it my business to care and nor am i interested in entertaining your shrill opinions...world..just back off...
Monday, April 28, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
and i thought i had Writers Block...
Random NOW thoughts
1. i HATE catering to an audience. Hate it.
2. the dreams i have are not only unusual ...they're also abnormal and embarassing..
*covers face with grimy hands*
3.my hands are grimy
4.i got them 'done' today
5.i am not happy
6.people are mean
7.im not happy cuz people are mean
....to me
8.are we allowed to be insensitive?
9.i dont see a 'be sensitive' police anywhere
10.even if there was one...it would probably be corrupt
and let all the rich kids do what they want
11.im a cynic
12.just today i told someone 'im not a cynic'
13.i told a lie
14.is it okay to lie if you dont know your lying?
15.is it okay to tell the truth?
16.is it 'normal' to forget what you've talked to someone about?
17.considered strange if you hate someone cuz you love em too much?
18.that red earmuff has gold spangles in it
19.i miss the pink one...it was prettier
20.i wanna get a personality test
21.since i cant figure out the world i might as well start with me
22.i miss someone
23.i wish i didnt
24.i wish i also knew who
25.i miss something
26.also wish i didnt
27.i want to be whished away
28.i want to get a call
29.i want my phone to have a long lasting battery
30.iwish i didnt misspell 'battery' each time i spell it
31.i love b for giving me word web...who knew it would be so useful
32.i miss b
33.why are we scared of taking names?
34.i dont want people to read what i write
35.but i wanna be a writer
36.how will i earn tons of bread?
37.how?
38.will i starve to death begging for a frie?
39.i dont want people to get to me
40.no one
41.i dont like people who PISS me off
42.cuz its PISSING off and makes me feel like hitting them
43.HARD
44.its a testament to my control that i dont
*pushes voodoo doll under bed with foot*
45.how can people i normally like irritate me?
46.i guess i just dont like change
47.or aggressiveness..which is strange cuz im that way
48.and im also turned on by it
49.i dont like wimps
50.some part of me still likes who i shouldnt
51.and always will
52.im a fatalist, romantic, feminist and easily irritatidist(yehp)
53.the above was in no particular order...stream of consciousness
54.i like being me
55.im pretty enough
56.smart enough
57.hot enough (trust me)
58.have mood swings
59.also a rebel who doesnt stop at 5o points as others would
60.im a secret sore loser
61.not a wannabe
62.more a 'willbe' 'am' but never 'was'
63.i have a queer mind
64.am fascinated by omar
65.like the impossibly queer and willbes
66.dislike phonies (but not those who are nice to me)
67.surprisingly blunt and shockingly private all at once
68.its impossible to define me...only me....all the rest of you are easy peasy
69.i have an ego...a big one
70.have been told it edges-out-god...still retained mine
71.if only cuz some people dont want me to have one
72.i dont like them and never will
1. i HATE catering to an audience. Hate it.
2. the dreams i have are not only unusual ...they're also abnormal and embarassing..
*covers face with grimy hands*
3.my hands are grimy
4.i got them 'done' today
5.i am not happy
6.people are mean
7.im not happy cuz people are mean
....to me
8.are we allowed to be insensitive?
9.i dont see a 'be sensitive' police anywhere
10.even if there was one...it would probably be corrupt
and let all the rich kids do what they want
11.im a cynic
12.just today i told someone 'im not a cynic'
13.i told a lie
14.is it okay to lie if you dont know your lying?
15.is it okay to tell the truth?
16.is it 'normal' to forget what you've talked to someone about?
17.considered strange if you hate someone cuz you love em too much?
18.that red earmuff has gold spangles in it
19.i miss the pink one...it was prettier
20.i wanna get a personality test
21.since i cant figure out the world i might as well start with me
22.i miss someone
23.i wish i didnt
24.i wish i also knew who
25.i miss something
26.also wish i didnt
27.i want to be whished away
28.i want to get a call
29.i want my phone to have a long lasting battery
30.iwish i didnt misspell 'battery' each time i spell it
31.i love b for giving me word web...who knew it would be so useful
32.i miss b
33.why are we scared of taking names?
34.i dont want people to read what i write
35.but i wanna be a writer
36.how will i earn tons of bread?
37.how?
38.will i starve to death begging for a frie?
39.i dont want people to get to me
40.no one
41.i dont like people who PISS me off
42.cuz its PISSING off and makes me feel like hitting them
43.HARD
44.its a testament to my control that i dont
*pushes voodoo doll under bed with foot*
45.how can people i normally like irritate me?
46.i guess i just dont like change
47.or aggressiveness..which is strange cuz im that way
48.and im also turned on by it
49.i dont like wimps
50.some part of me still likes who i shouldnt
51.and always will
52.im a fatalist, romantic, feminist and easily irritatidist(yehp)
53.the above was in no particular order...stream of consciousness
54.i like being me
55.im pretty enough
56.smart enough
57.hot enough (trust me)
58.have mood swings
59.also a rebel who doesnt stop at 5o points as others would
60.im a secret sore loser
61.not a wannabe
62.more a 'willbe' 'am' but never 'was'
63.i have a queer mind
64.am fascinated by omar
65.like the impossibly queer and willbes
66.dislike phonies (but not those who are nice to me)
67.surprisingly blunt and shockingly private all at once
68.its impossible to define me...only me....all the rest of you are easy peasy
69.i have an ego...a big one
70.have been told it edges-out-god...still retained mine
71.if only cuz some people dont want me to have one
72.i dont like them and never will
'Free Writing'
the heat pours out
shadows remain
no link or wire
words will frame
an ache so different
delicately it rolls
like a grain of sand
b/w two fingers caught
mood is moulded
into a conical shape
with lights flickering
and skin ripping
the zz of the razor
and narrowed eyes
always confining
in expectaions drowned
clarity is lacked
a joint found
pressure on the toe
right left or centre
an itchy chin
and solance in being alone
not meditative
not obscure
hard to find
easy to hold
laugh a little
play some more
shrug those shoulders
give up on prose
enjoy the scent
stretch that neck
chew those carrots
and your mom please
read some messages
others delete
pick up the pace
lift those feet
sense the flow
indulge in conversations, sure
sparkle like that stone
drink water pure
close the door
leave not scope
for an 'or'
brush hair
fingers hold
dont always do
what your told
(one of the few posts that i would genuinely hate to revise and make more 'correct')
shadows remain
no link or wire
words will frame
an ache so different
delicately it rolls
like a grain of sand
b/w two fingers caught
mood is moulded
into a conical shape
with lights flickering
and skin ripping
the zz of the razor
and narrowed eyes
always confining
in expectaions drowned
clarity is lacked
a joint found
pressure on the toe
right left or centre
an itchy chin
and solance in being alone
not meditative
not obscure
hard to find
easy to hold
laugh a little
play some more
shrug those shoulders
give up on prose
enjoy the scent
stretch that neck
chew those carrots
and your mom please
read some messages
others delete
pick up the pace
lift those feet
sense the flow
indulge in conversations, sure
sparkle like that stone
drink water pure
close the door
leave not scope
for an 'or'
brush hair
fingers hold
dont always do
what your told
(one of the few posts that i would genuinely hate to revise and make more 'correct')
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Instead of just waking up
and putting on some 'make up'
do
sit up
with eyes very wide
and pull the hair
pull them not gently
ensure no care
tug not like the breeze
maybe some violence
to the soul would appease
the eyes blink too
furiously at that
while the pink nail paint
begins to crack
let the hands fall loose
and the pace decrease
a whiff of perfume
in the air
will then seep
the future ignore
and the past too
hold out not hands
to fortune tellers
or those who sew
nothing you cant mend
has been sown till date
but words declared
which actions later failed
like rings fall in fingers
and babies welcome milk
know not whats where
just sway sway sway
---
absolved of all 'sin'
and putting on some 'make up'
do
sit up
with eyes very wide
and pull the hair
pull them not gently
ensure no care
tug not like the breeze
maybe some violence
to the soul would appease
the eyes blink too
furiously at that
while the pink nail paint
begins to crack
let the hands fall loose
and the pace decrease
a whiff of perfume
in the air
will then seep
the future ignore
and the past too
hold out not hands
to fortune tellers
or those who sew
nothing you cant mend
has been sown till date
but words declared
which actions later failed
like rings fall in fingers
and babies welcome milk
know not whats where
just sway sway sway
---
absolved of all 'sin'
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Bye Blackie, Hello Silver
This is dedicated to my blackie who has been with me through thick and thin for the last 8 months...when i was a little girl..(say around may last year)....i lost access to Silver...even though it wasnt Siver-i...it was dearly missed...and now as it is in my hands once again(or rather in front of me)...i offer a final goodbye to blackie who is still a stranger to me...in more than one way...buddy...you are awesome....and leaving you for Silver has nothing to do with what you did or didnt do..its just that Silver and i have a history and old commitments are the hardest to ignore...i wouldnt change what i have for the world...i have no excuse for letting you go..just know, sometimes a cliche' like...you just gotta do what you gotta do..is apt...so i bid you farewell and stick by my Silver...well, atleast until Gold comes along...okay..i made Gold up so you would feel better!
*muah*
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Ps-i only hope...5 years from now..when i re-read this i still know what im talking about!..
Pps-im a laugh riot...really....:)
*muah*
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Ps-i only hope...5 years from now..when i re-read this i still know what im talking about!..
Pps-im a laugh riot...really....:)
Saturday, April 19, 2008
knowing
there exists a hard to define sensation...it may start from any part of the human body but its result is almost always the same....it slips in and out of what we call the conscious mind...gradually making its way ...taking over... by gliding over and finally into, the skin... medically improbable...statistically possible...the unexpected always happens..a twinge of regret at a universe unknown... a citrus-y zing, only one not so pure...a familiar sense of hope...thats been dashed for far too long...ambiguity, being my old companion....embraces me so...
ahh with time....even friends become foes....
ahh with time....even friends become foes....
Friday, April 18, 2008
Someone who almost forced me to lose repect for their intellect (post-reading their thoughts) once wrote
'Gravity is not responsible for falling in love'
really? omg!...this is almost equal to proving E=mc sq.!! oooohhh!!!...
think of the superbly fashioned brain that must have come up with THAT!
i mean....out of ALL the inconsequential thoughts that dominate our mind...
it must be SO hard to think up such gems of knowledge...*i wipe my eyes at the selflessness displayed by sharing wisdom*
ahh....i think the train of sarcasm may have run out of steam..or maybe not...
sheesssshh..i am cultivating a deep disregard for the masses...esp ones i havent particularly been fond of...how very annoying to be assaulted by such idiocy...esp uncalled for...
yikes!...must go dunk head in toilet... *in robotic voice*
thats sure to be more 'fun' than subjecting myself to the above tornado(?) of intellect...
maybe they should invent a politically correct term for the not too smart..
and disguise it real well so they never figure out what it means...
something like..
ohh shes not dumb...*insert scandalised face*...
shes just lacking the correct dosage of hormone S which prevents
the grey matter from functioning as considered appropriate by the demands of society and
thus indulges in spurts of speech which may not completely be construed as.....
hopefully people would have, by then, either
a)lost interest
b)eaten their own ears to drown out the voice
c)jumped out of the building
d)grabbed a wine glass and subsequently taken off their shirt..
at which point..you wont really care either...
Best of luck either way..and remember to adorn yourself with nice uhh garments..
you never know when life may screw you over into grabbing that glass...
ciaooo ...
'Gravity is not responsible for falling in love'
really? omg!...this is almost equal to proving E=mc sq.!! oooohhh!!!...
think of the superbly fashioned brain that must have come up with THAT!
i mean....out of ALL the inconsequential thoughts that dominate our mind...
it must be SO hard to think up such gems of knowledge...*i wipe my eyes at the selflessness displayed by sharing wisdom*
ahh....i think the train of sarcasm may have run out of steam..or maybe not...
sheesssshh..i am cultivating a deep disregard for the masses...esp ones i havent particularly been fond of...how very annoying to be assaulted by such idiocy...esp uncalled for...
yikes!...must go dunk head in toilet... *in robotic voice*
thats sure to be more 'fun' than subjecting myself to the above tornado(?) of intellect...
maybe they should invent a politically correct term for the not too smart..
and disguise it real well so they never figure out what it means...
something like..
ohh shes not dumb...*insert scandalised face*...
shes just lacking the correct dosage of hormone S which prevents
the grey matter from functioning as considered appropriate by the demands of society and
thus indulges in spurts of speech which may not completely be construed as.....
hopefully people would have, by then, either
a)lost interest
b)eaten their own ears to drown out the voice
c)jumped out of the building
d)grabbed a wine glass and subsequently taken off their shirt..
at which point..you wont really care either...
Best of luck either way..and remember to adorn yourself with nice uhh garments..
you never know when life may screw you over into grabbing that glass...
ciaooo ...
The Stage is Set
The stage is set… there sits a girl (might I add a relatively pretty lass) on a bed…not aware that in 5 minutes. …her life will change forever..
The room is your average urban room brimming with furniture, photographs and also a computer….
10.30-the girl eyes the computer and a sigh escapes her as she turns back to her book….further scrutiny of the cover tells us it’s a sociology book…
10.30 and 5 seconds later…the universe stops to ponder why any living thinking creature would wile away precious time in the contemplation of sociology
10.30 and 6 seconds later…the universe realizes it couldn’t care less
2 minutes and many more sidelong looks later a buzzing sound is heard…the girl who has been longing for a distraction raises her eyes…the grotesquely impossible has been chiming the refrain ‘I-am-possible’…she can see a mosquito…
She rubs her eyes…hoping it’s an optical illusion...praying that it isn’t true…but God, it seems, is on a post-dinner break (tsk tsk…all those hours of talking to a fire for nothing murmurs the lower-left side of her brain whose only function is to produce the sensation of ‘what if…’)
Ohh…wait…now there are two of them… she lifts the pillow that’s been supporting her behind and about 45 more lift themselves up in an ecstatic frenzy at being discovered …‘someone should really tell them that if you’ve bothered to hide yourself you must display enough delicacy and look reasonably dismayed when discovered’ interjects the upper-right side of her brain (who is just discovering the power of unexpected interruptions)…
Her eyes flash and somewhere far away a dog howls into the night…(the next day his owners dig up the garden and bury something that looks suspiciously like a dog who was used to howling into the night)…she turns her attention to the relatively inconspicuous instrument which was plugged into the wall…its red light is on…momentarily stumped she continues to stare at what is popularly called ‘All Out’…the avenger of all red bite marks that haunt pretty models in the morning and also those who aren’t pretty models but your average unattractive members of the human species…
She makes her way on all twos… (she would have liked to make her way on all fours but that would take up too much time)…and shakes the aforementioned…no swishing of the poisonous liquid greets her…’arrghhh’ she thinks in despair…the lower-left side of her brain dances around and even passes some gas…Aristotle turns in his grave… (Because his tummy feels a little upset)
She turns back and the mosquitoes buzz around her…only too aware than her blood is theirs…they will suckle her arm like the famous flea in Donne’s poetry…they look forward to the sexual intercourse that will follow… (someone also forgot to deprive them of the 16th century idea that sex is not just the mingling of liquids…another tsk tsk….if only they had access to the lower-left side of the brain)
She bends down and the insects in question rummage around for mosquito ‘protection’…tiny lip licking and even a few enterprising crunches later they move in…so-to-speak for the kill….
The first one leaps up and lands just a few inches to the right of the left hand… ‘big mistake’ it thinks right before everything goes black…SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT….
15 SPLATS…7 claps and 2 almost miraculous lunges later the presumed 45 but actually 17 mosquitoes aren’t left nursing their battle wounds…stripped of honour producing wings… wrung of blood (the girls, before she could kill them)...and squished of life..
The girl stands triumphant….uncaring about the war she has started and avengers this night has given birth to…
There she stands….armed with a notebook…the vanquisher of all that that is evil on 4 mini easy-to-squish wings…
Humans truly dominate the insect world…
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(A semi-autobiographical story by yours truly!...:D)
Pen down your thoughts for me...:P
mwahaha!
The room is your average urban room brimming with furniture, photographs and also a computer….
10.30-the girl eyes the computer and a sigh escapes her as she turns back to her book….further scrutiny of the cover tells us it’s a sociology book…
10.30 and 5 seconds later…the universe stops to ponder why any living thinking creature would wile away precious time in the contemplation of sociology
10.30 and 6 seconds later…the universe realizes it couldn’t care less
2 minutes and many more sidelong looks later a buzzing sound is heard…the girl who has been longing for a distraction raises her eyes…the grotesquely impossible has been chiming the refrain ‘I-am-possible’…she can see a mosquito…
She rubs her eyes…hoping it’s an optical illusion...praying that it isn’t true…but God, it seems, is on a post-dinner break (tsk tsk…all those hours of talking to a fire for nothing murmurs the lower-left side of her brain whose only function is to produce the sensation of ‘what if…’)
Ohh…wait…now there are two of them… she lifts the pillow that’s been supporting her behind and about 45 more lift themselves up in an ecstatic frenzy at being discovered …‘someone should really tell them that if you’ve bothered to hide yourself you must display enough delicacy and look reasonably dismayed when discovered’ interjects the upper-right side of her brain (who is just discovering the power of unexpected interruptions)…
Her eyes flash and somewhere far away a dog howls into the night…(the next day his owners dig up the garden and bury something that looks suspiciously like a dog who was used to howling into the night)…she turns her attention to the relatively inconspicuous instrument which was plugged into the wall…its red light is on…momentarily stumped she continues to stare at what is popularly called ‘All Out’…the avenger of all red bite marks that haunt pretty models in the morning and also those who aren’t pretty models but your average unattractive members of the human species…
She makes her way on all twos… (she would have liked to make her way on all fours but that would take up too much time)…and shakes the aforementioned…no swishing of the poisonous liquid greets her…’arrghhh’ she thinks in despair…the lower-left side of her brain dances around and even passes some gas…Aristotle turns in his grave… (Because his tummy feels a little upset)
She turns back and the mosquitoes buzz around her…only too aware than her blood is theirs…they will suckle her arm like the famous flea in Donne’s poetry…they look forward to the sexual intercourse that will follow… (someone also forgot to deprive them of the 16th century idea that sex is not just the mingling of liquids…another tsk tsk….if only they had access to the lower-left side of the brain)
She bends down and the insects in question rummage around for mosquito ‘protection’…tiny lip licking and even a few enterprising crunches later they move in…so-to-speak for the kill….
The first one leaps up and lands just a few inches to the right of the left hand… ‘big mistake’ it thinks right before everything goes black…SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT….
15 SPLATS…7 claps and 2 almost miraculous lunges later the presumed 45 but actually 17 mosquitoes aren’t left nursing their battle wounds…stripped of honour producing wings… wrung of blood (the girls, before she could kill them)...and squished of life..
The girl stands triumphant….uncaring about the war she has started and avengers this night has given birth to…
There she stands….armed with a notebook…the vanquisher of all that that is evil on 4 mini easy-to-squish wings…
Humans truly dominate the insect world…
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(A semi-autobiographical story by yours truly!...:D)
Pen down your thoughts for me...:P
mwahaha!
Thursday, April 17, 2008
My 'pal' screwed me over...im like the 17th million on her 'must-read'....if your listening...
pugsieT is M-A-D....and not just about you!.....a haha...this is more like a msn conversation now...
I apologize O holy blogger for desanctifying this great space of literary accomplishments!
You may rest be assured that i really couldnt care lessshhh!!!...
mwahahaha....
pugsieT is M-A-D....and not just about you!.....a haha...this is more like a msn conversation now...
I apologize O holy blogger for desanctifying this great space of literary accomplishments!
You may rest be assured that i really couldnt care lessshhh!!!...
mwahahaha....
make love not war...
*dedicated to a pal*...yeah thats your new name...you have been informed...
buzz buzz...
i havent borrowed too many pens...(indeed i dont remember any...)...but the ones i have...have indeed been chewed on... too
love to the other two who havent been mentioned..until now...
lala...and a boomptihop....woohoo
ps-the title was just so you'd pay attention...suckaaarrr...
talk about lack of faith in writing skills...rolls all 7 eyes....
*a lil bitta mytery in life never hurt no one buzo*
buzz buzz...
i havent borrowed too many pens...(indeed i dont remember any...)...but the ones i have...have indeed been chewed on... too
love to the other two who havent been mentioned..until now...
lala...and a boomptihop....woohoo
ps-the title was just so you'd pay attention...suckaaarrr...
talk about lack of faith in writing skills...rolls all 7 eyes....
*a lil bitta mytery in life never hurt no one buzo*
thoo thoo...
this is my 'about me' on orkut...
"how busy are the fingers that tap away at the keyboard...is searching the glance for something new?...a second in time can stretch to infinity and with the blink of an eye...it exists no more...ambiguity, time has taught me, is sometimes the best companion...
Everything you say, do, think- affects who you are...You have an unbelievable amount of input into the person that you become.
The good news? Well...the person that you are can change with the circumstances you choose to put yourself through.
Life may just be a battle between ones Free-Will and what we believe to be our Destiny!
Ps-Here's an excerpt that may just make sense...
It’s up to you
What you make of life
And how seriously you take expressions
But answer one day you must
One day you must face some facts
What those would be, however,
To them I am oblivious…
That just about sums up everything...:D"
is that what i really am?
is that how i perceive myself?
i think not....guess we're all just liars eh....
poopity poop....paper 3 got over today...just two more exams and im
'free' to partaayy....but how much partaaaayyyin(?) i wanna do
after they're over is open to interpretation...
thoo thoo.....*claps hands in random-glee*
"how busy are the fingers that tap away at the keyboard...is searching the glance for something new?...a second in time can stretch to infinity and with the blink of an eye...it exists no more...ambiguity, time has taught me, is sometimes the best companion...
Everything you say, do, think- affects who you are...You have an unbelievable amount of input into the person that you become.
The good news? Well...the person that you are can change with the circumstances you choose to put yourself through.
Life may just be a battle between ones Free-Will and what we believe to be our Destiny!
Ps-Here's an excerpt that may just make sense...
It’s up to you
What you make of life
And how seriously you take expressions
But answer one day you must
One day you must face some facts
What those would be, however,
To them I am oblivious…
That just about sums up everything...:D"
is that what i really am?
is that how i perceive myself?
i think not....guess we're all just liars eh....
poopity poop....paper 3 got over today...just two more exams and im
'free' to partaayy....but how much partaaaayyyin(?) i wanna do
after they're over is open to interpretation...
thoo thoo.....*claps hands in random-glee*
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Girls
Page 136 of J.D Salinger's 'The Catcher in the Rye'
line unknown
"The problem with girls is, if they like a boy, no matter how big a bastard he is, they'll say he has an inferiority complex, and if they don't like him, no matter how nice he is, or how big an inferiority complex he has, they'll say he's conceited. Even smart girls do it."
I could honestly base an entire blog on the above... With a million and one posts.
The millionth and one post would probably say...
'I totally agree.'
Ps-you can substitute 'inferiority complex' with anything that you've been offering as an excuse.
Please wake up!...:)
line unknown
"The problem with girls is, if they like a boy, no matter how big a bastard he is, they'll say he has an inferiority complex, and if they don't like him, no matter how nice he is, or how big an inferiority complex he has, they'll say he's conceited. Even smart girls do it."
I could honestly base an entire blog on the above... With a million and one posts.
The millionth and one post would probably say...
'I totally agree.'
Ps-you can substitute 'inferiority complex' with anything that you've been offering as an excuse.
Please wake up!...:)
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Conversing with the Soul
No clichés will be sprouted…instead, this will be a serious attempt to understand love
However, I am not talking about the mother-daughter kind. But the ‘usual’ one which involves a guy and a girl ‘falling’ (and I quote teenagers here) for each other. Having seen the beginning and subsequent deterioration of endless adolescent relationships I think I am suitably qualified to dissect the popular concept. Young girls liking pop stars and young boys having ‘crushes’ on their teachers. Where do these feelings come from? In fact, currently more important is this tendency to like/love people and then forge a physical relationship with them. I’m not exactly a prude because I do think it’s acceptable for people to have different standards that define them and their relationships. However, I do find myself questioning what this need for physical attention stems from. The easiest available option would be to blame it on those cursed hormones which bear the burden of our lack of will in most cases. But there has to come a point when we accept responsibility for our own actions. Right?
More problematic perhaps is this feeling ‘love’. Is it infatuation disguised as caring for someone other than ourselves? For the longest time we have believed that we were, at some point, in love with someone. After the period of loving (?) is over (mostly because the relationship broke due to one or many factors) we are quick to classify it as something mistaken for love. Ofcourse we never bother to specify what this something else was or how the realization of its hollowness followed the demise of the relationship or sometimes the hope of one. Is this another twisted attempt to desperately cling on to the belief that ‘true love’ lasts forever? A line form the popular sitcom Ally McBeal comes to mind when a psychiatrist tells Ally that ‘maybe it won’t last forever, but who said that great loves always do’. All very nice to hear from the mouth of a trained person but Ally still goes on to break the pseudo-start of the relationship with the young boy in question. Because, honestly speaking, despite all advice/evidence we all would like to believe that true love lasts forever and is something worth waiting for. Please remember that at this time few, if any, of us know what true love really is! Is it what our parents claim to share? Or is it something you grow with and into with time and circumstances?
Are you able to see the maze of complications and unnecessary complexities which cloud our mind? At times we don’t face the truth because we want to believe something else. Sometimes we don’t accept the truth because we’ve been conditioned to believe otherwise and some other times we lack the wisdom to acknowledge something as true simply because we lack understanding or sadly grey matter even. No one said life would be easy but I never expected it to be so challenging. Well, actually I did but wanted it to be easier. So quite simply, if we desire things to be different we either change them to suit us or change our perspective (rather distort it ) so that we unconsciously fool ourselves into seeing things as we want them to be in order to be happy. The only problem attacking us then would be us waiting for a very long time in the hope of something ‘better’ when we have done nothing to either deserve it or no evidence exists to support it coming. Yes, we may choose to believe Paulo Coelho’s ‘The Alchemist’ which propounds that if you really want something then the whole universe will conspire to give it to you but most of us then conveniently forget that the boy traversed the desert (and back) in order to get his ultimate treasure while sacrificing everything (literally) in terms of material possessions and familial bonds (though admittedly he had none when the fable started). Also a reminder to the people suffering from memory-lapses, he also faced many disappointments and worked for over a year at the crystal sellers shop while also using his business acumen to increase sales and giving the owner bright ideas of expansion. So to all those people out there, who are waiting for the pearls of wisdom to be showered on them, if you truly believe in any philosophy its best you research it properly for those who gain have paid their price so to speak. In the context of love, from where this conversation started, this is not indicative of registering in a speed-dating service (though your means are best left to you) but rather the acknowledgment that the Universe/God/unknown Power does not bestow favours on those who don’t earn them. At the very least, do go out and live your life. Do some good, give! At the end of the day, lead a full happy life and be very aware that imparting goodness can never lead to any harm. If even then what you want does not come your way then put your philosophical inclination to good use and accept (in fact, believe) that it wasn’t something that you needed!!!
Good Luck and God Bless!
:)
If ever a shadow of doubt is cast
On your wandering mind
Know that nothing is out of your reach
And no mountain too hard to climb
It’s also true that
Abstract images can easily be seen
As well as the conjuring up
Of dreams that are deep
What matters most is not
Unrealistic faith
But the sense of unending belief
For which there exists no test,
Nor is there a need…
This may seem contradictory
But the limitations of poetry are many
All said and done
All you need really know is-
If ever a shadow of doubt is cast
On your wandering mind
Know that nothing is out of your reach
And no mountain too hard to climb
10/04/08
However, I am not talking about the mother-daughter kind. But the ‘usual’ one which involves a guy and a girl ‘falling’ (and I quote teenagers here) for each other. Having seen the beginning and subsequent deterioration of endless adolescent relationships I think I am suitably qualified to dissect the popular concept. Young girls liking pop stars and young boys having ‘crushes’ on their teachers. Where do these feelings come from? In fact, currently more important is this tendency to like/love people and then forge a physical relationship with them. I’m not exactly a prude because I do think it’s acceptable for people to have different standards that define them and their relationships. However, I do find myself questioning what this need for physical attention stems from. The easiest available option would be to blame it on those cursed hormones which bear the burden of our lack of will in most cases. But there has to come a point when we accept responsibility for our own actions. Right?
More problematic perhaps is this feeling ‘love’. Is it infatuation disguised as caring for someone other than ourselves? For the longest time we have believed that we were, at some point, in love with someone. After the period of loving (?) is over (mostly because the relationship broke due to one or many factors) we are quick to classify it as something mistaken for love. Ofcourse we never bother to specify what this something else was or how the realization of its hollowness followed the demise of the relationship or sometimes the hope of one. Is this another twisted attempt to desperately cling on to the belief that ‘true love’ lasts forever? A line form the popular sitcom Ally McBeal comes to mind when a psychiatrist tells Ally that ‘maybe it won’t last forever, but who said that great loves always do’. All very nice to hear from the mouth of a trained person but Ally still goes on to break the pseudo-start of the relationship with the young boy in question. Because, honestly speaking, despite all advice/evidence we all would like to believe that true love lasts forever and is something worth waiting for. Please remember that at this time few, if any, of us know what true love really is! Is it what our parents claim to share? Or is it something you grow with and into with time and circumstances?
Are you able to see the maze of complications and unnecessary complexities which cloud our mind? At times we don’t face the truth because we want to believe something else. Sometimes we don’t accept the truth because we’ve been conditioned to believe otherwise and some other times we lack the wisdom to acknowledge something as true simply because we lack understanding or sadly grey matter even. No one said life would be easy but I never expected it to be so challenging. Well, actually I did but wanted it to be easier. So quite simply, if we desire things to be different we either change them to suit us or change our perspective (rather distort it ) so that we unconsciously fool ourselves into seeing things as we want them to be in order to be happy. The only problem attacking us then would be us waiting for a very long time in the hope of something ‘better’ when we have done nothing to either deserve it or no evidence exists to support it coming. Yes, we may choose to believe Paulo Coelho’s ‘The Alchemist’ which propounds that if you really want something then the whole universe will conspire to give it to you but most of us then conveniently forget that the boy traversed the desert (and back) in order to get his ultimate treasure while sacrificing everything (literally) in terms of material possessions and familial bonds (though admittedly he had none when the fable started). Also a reminder to the people suffering from memory-lapses, he also faced many disappointments and worked for over a year at the crystal sellers shop while also using his business acumen to increase sales and giving the owner bright ideas of expansion. So to all those people out there, who are waiting for the pearls of wisdom to be showered on them, if you truly believe in any philosophy its best you research it properly for those who gain have paid their price so to speak. In the context of love, from where this conversation started, this is not indicative of registering in a speed-dating service (though your means are best left to you) but rather the acknowledgment that the Universe/God/unknown Power does not bestow favours on those who don’t earn them. At the very least, do go out and live your life. Do some good, give! At the end of the day, lead a full happy life and be very aware that imparting goodness can never lead to any harm. If even then what you want does not come your way then put your philosophical inclination to good use and accept (in fact, believe) that it wasn’t something that you needed!!!
Good Luck and God Bless!
:)
If ever a shadow of doubt is cast
On your wandering mind
Know that nothing is out of your reach
And no mountain too hard to climb
It’s also true that
Abstract images can easily be seen
As well as the conjuring up
Of dreams that are deep
What matters most is not
Unrealistic faith
But the sense of unending belief
For which there exists no test,
Nor is there a need…
This may seem contradictory
But the limitations of poetry are many
All said and done
All you need really know is-
If ever a shadow of doubt is cast
On your wandering mind
Know that nothing is out of your reach
And no mountain too hard to climb
10/04/08
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
O for Orkut...
okay this is a REAL quick entry...firstly orkut is terrible! you can totally invade someones privacy and the threat is never from where you expect it...i mean yeah...if your like me then you dont accept random adds and make it a point to block the weird ones (the sexual ones in particular).....but the threat of invasion into your daily life is from acquaintainces who you wouldnt really want to knw ....or wouldnt want them to know you the way your closest friends do...
Heres what happened...i landed up on a friends scrapbook...well...not exactly a friend but we've talked on the phone a few times and met up once....purely professional...if u ignore the fact that i had a crush on him...for like 2 days until i realized something ...well...i thought he was younger but he wasnt so whatever...basically he was having this real guy talk with a friend about which school has hotter chicks...i mean SCHOOL??...are we still at that??...and SCHOOL????....seriously!!!! and here i thought he was 18 but he sounds 14 to me!!!..(his actual age is 19 btw...though im now harbouring serious doubts)...so curious to find out HIS reaction i went through his friends scrapbook...yea yea lame...and you wouldnt believe that i have an exam in a day...but his reaction was as decent as a guy caught in a guy talk could be...that was vaguely comforting cuz recently ive displayed the WORST taste in men...well..guys...well ....can i call then brainless imbeciles?....also add immature to that list...*cringes at terrible taste*
i almost became asexual in an attempt to stop myself from liking WEIRDOS!....i think there r just more smart girls than guys in the world...and im not being sexist..lemme rephrase....there are more smart girls than guys when they're the same age...basically girls mature faster...tsk tsk..poor them...cuz then they have to work out what the guys thinking...and he has the mental capacity of an ape for dissecting philosophy.....or more importantly emotions!...lol
seriously im not bitter but right now extremely cynical and laughter filled...its hilariously ....well its just hilarious and i dont really care how diplomatically incorrect it is to feel this way...so go ahead men....type out stuff like 'bitches bla bla'....continue to degrade the female species in conscious and unconscious ways...its totally cool....cuz i dont have such a great opinion of you either...:D
Heres what happened...i landed up on a friends scrapbook...well...not exactly a friend but we've talked on the phone a few times and met up once....purely professional...if u ignore the fact that i had a crush on him...for like 2 days until i realized something ...well...i thought he was younger but he wasnt so whatever...basically he was having this real guy talk with a friend about which school has hotter chicks...i mean SCHOOL??...are we still at that??...and SCHOOL????....seriously!!!! and here i thought he was 18 but he sounds 14 to me!!!..(his actual age is 19 btw...though im now harbouring serious doubts)...so curious to find out HIS reaction i went through his friends scrapbook...yea yea lame...and you wouldnt believe that i have an exam in a day...but his reaction was as decent as a guy caught in a guy talk could be...that was vaguely comforting cuz recently ive displayed the WORST taste in men...well..guys...well ....can i call then brainless imbeciles?....also add immature to that list...*cringes at terrible taste*
i almost became asexual in an attempt to stop myself from liking WEIRDOS!....i think there r just more smart girls than guys in the world...and im not being sexist..lemme rephrase....there are more smart girls than guys when they're the same age...basically girls mature faster...tsk tsk..poor them...cuz then they have to work out what the guys thinking...and he has the mental capacity of an ape for dissecting philosophy.....or more importantly emotions!...lol
seriously im not bitter but right now extremely cynical and laughter filled...its hilariously ....well its just hilarious and i dont really care how diplomatically incorrect it is to feel this way...so go ahead men....type out stuff like 'bitches bla bla'....continue to degrade the female species in conscious and unconscious ways...its totally cool....cuz i dont have such a great opinion of you either...:D
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Dont know if you've noticed this tendency in people
its called A) Denial
B) Lies
They are two very different things but they're also kind of similar...
Its because we want to stay in denial(sometimes) that we lie!
We say we want to be happy!...guess what....its a -LIE...we dont...if we did ...we would do something about it and BE happy!
We say we wanna be THIN!....guess what....its a -LIE.....no we dont...atleast not enough to get off our lazy bum and work out for an hour everyday..
We say all these wonderfully meaningless things...will we ever stop?
ever?
its called A) Denial
B) Lies
They are two very different things but they're also kind of similar...
Its because we want to stay in denial(sometimes) that we lie!
We say we want to be happy!...guess what....its a -LIE...we dont...if we did ...we would do something about it and BE happy!
We say we wanna be THIN!....guess what....its a -LIE.....no we dont...atleast not enough to get off our lazy bum and work out for an hour everyday..
We say all these wonderfully meaningless things...will we ever stop?
ever?
Monday, April 7, 2008
My thoughts on Navroz!!!
Lets look at the good in other people!...*yes this is going to be one of those* (i-have-just-taken-a-bath-and-am-at-peace-with-the-world-kind)...(its also Navroz...Kashmiri New Year!)
Infact, lets start with why you (the lovely reader who is addicted(?) to the virtual world) should immediately transfer your attention to my friends' blogs!...
Handsie/Swati- Well she has a simply awesome way of telling you the truth regardless of the circumstances that the truth shall throw everyone in...now i know everyone doesn't like honesty...but she'll tell you the truth and follow it up with some sensible solution...so the pain isnt that acute!...:D...and thats exactly why her blogs so great!...its not only a comment on society but it tells you what a 'good' persons view of the world is....you will genuinely love how righteous she is and how capable she is of changing the world...(one person at a time...:D)...truly fantastic stuff...
Swetha- well, you'll adore her for a completely different reason...!!! Her blogs more of an online journal..(kinda similar to mine)...the self acknowledged "Whine Queen" will pour out her heart with frightening ease....its all too easy to delve into her life and your going to end up wanting to hug and kick her at the same time!!...hug her cuz shes endearing and theres no way you can deny that...kick her cuz she knows whats good for her, comes up with the solutions...talks about them...accepts them..and refuses to follow them!!!!....Its still a fascinating read and if you truly want to get into the mind of a girl...you know where to look!..
Anu-well she doesnt really blog...but i'd feel terrible leaving her out...so lemme just imagine what her blog would be like if she did...maybe you should just visit her profile on orkut....it'll give you all the info...;)....all you dance fanatics should, however, bug her into writing...i have a feeling she would rock at that!....
so now you know why you shouldn't be here....go on now....scoot!...:D
by the way if you happen to know me for real...then your probably swetha and swati...cuz i dont pass along my blog id...and if you know me and your not the above...well lucky you...you found me!...:D...and if its the other million unknown people who just dropped by...well..hello...and now bye bye...hope you had a nice read but since this is more of an online vent...and not a im-showing-off-my-fantastic-skills-as-a-writer-blog...i would suggest you appreciate just how fab my life is...plaster a big fat smile on your face....and have a very nice day...cummon now...leave!..:D
Infact, lets start with why you (the lovely reader who is addicted(?) to the virtual world) should immediately transfer your attention to my friends' blogs!...
Handsie/Swati- Well she has a simply awesome way of telling you the truth regardless of the circumstances that the truth shall throw everyone in...now i know everyone doesn't like honesty...but she'll tell you the truth and follow it up with some sensible solution...so the pain isnt that acute!...:D...and thats exactly why her blogs so great!...its not only a comment on society but it tells you what a 'good' persons view of the world is....you will genuinely love how righteous she is and how capable she is of changing the world...(one person at a time...:D)...truly fantastic stuff...
Swetha- well, you'll adore her for a completely different reason...!!! Her blogs more of an online journal..(kinda similar to mine)...the self acknowledged "Whine Queen" will pour out her heart with frightening ease....its all too easy to delve into her life and your going to end up wanting to hug and kick her at the same time!!...hug her cuz shes endearing and theres no way you can deny that...kick her cuz she knows whats good for her, comes up with the solutions...talks about them...accepts them..and refuses to follow them!!!!....Its still a fascinating read and if you truly want to get into the mind of a girl...you know where to look!..
Anu-well she doesnt really blog...but i'd feel terrible leaving her out...so lemme just imagine what her blog would be like if she did...maybe you should just visit her profile on orkut....it'll give you all the info...;)....all you dance fanatics should, however, bug her into writing...i have a feeling she would rock at that!....
so now you know why you shouldn't be here....go on now....scoot!...:D
by the way if you happen to know me for real...then your probably swetha and swati...cuz i dont pass along my blog id...and if you know me and your not the above...well lucky you...you found me!...:D...and if its the other million unknown people who just dropped by...well..hello...and now bye bye...hope you had a nice read but since this is more of an online vent...and not a im-showing-off-my-fantastic-skills-as-a-writer-blog...i would suggest you appreciate just how fab my life is...plaster a big fat smile on your face....and have a very nice day...cummon now...leave!..:D
Sunday, April 6, 2008
the sunday 'sunshine'...meh...
Swetha and I have started having these 5 min quick conversations. They’re more like news swapper moments, when we update each other. Actually I’m the one getting updated. There’s honestly more happening in a nuns life when you compare it to mine. Naturally more prayers but I also mean the social aspect of it.
Yesterday I had this really weird chat with rex *suitable pseudonym* (if you knew me, you would know why ‘rex’ made sense)……anyway, we were casually talking about the temple and stuff. I was actually feeling a little impressed because he’d taken his dad to the temple the day before. Somewhere during our little banter I casually asked him what he’d prayed for. This normally forthcoming guy suddenly becomes extremely tight lipped and in a mock-joking way tells me that ‘we’re not supposed to talk about what we pray for’. Pretty taken aback, I laughed it off by saying something like ‘oh yeah, in any case we’re not supposed to pray FOR something. Praying is simply a way of remembering God.’ And all my mind is thinking is…’what?’…
We tend to form opinions about people. If you’re a little self obsessed (like yours truly) you may be at a risk of perceiving people as two dimensional. It’s honestly a little cruel to restrict people’s worth in your eyes to that but that’s where ‘ignorance is bliss’ comes in. Whenever we personally don’t find people extremely interesting, we automatically assume they’re not interesting. Not that I don’t find rex fascinating. Well…I don’t…but that’s neither here nor there. The thing is that I was so self involved that I didn’t open myself to the hidden depths in him. It made me very uncomfortable. The conversation turned a corner and we talked about other things at great length but this is something that stuck with me.
Very strange. Well, that’s how my day was. Will fill you in as I figure out new things!
Will also talk about my obsession with ‘figuring out’ the world. As though that will make it any better to know why stuff happens! Well actually, it will….:D
06/04/08
Yesterday I had this really weird chat with rex *suitable pseudonym* (if you knew me, you would know why ‘rex’ made sense)……anyway, we were casually talking about the temple and stuff. I was actually feeling a little impressed because he’d taken his dad to the temple the day before. Somewhere during our little banter I casually asked him what he’d prayed for. This normally forthcoming guy suddenly becomes extremely tight lipped and in a mock-joking way tells me that ‘we’re not supposed to talk about what we pray for’. Pretty taken aback, I laughed it off by saying something like ‘oh yeah, in any case we’re not supposed to pray FOR something. Praying is simply a way of remembering God.’ And all my mind is thinking is…’what?’…
We tend to form opinions about people. If you’re a little self obsessed (like yours truly) you may be at a risk of perceiving people as two dimensional. It’s honestly a little cruel to restrict people’s worth in your eyes to that but that’s where ‘ignorance is bliss’ comes in. Whenever we personally don’t find people extremely interesting, we automatically assume they’re not interesting. Not that I don’t find rex fascinating. Well…I don’t…but that’s neither here nor there. The thing is that I was so self involved that I didn’t open myself to the hidden depths in him. It made me very uncomfortable. The conversation turned a corner and we talked about other things at great length but this is something that stuck with me.
Very strange. Well, that’s how my day was. Will fill you in as I figure out new things!
Will also talk about my obsession with ‘figuring out’ the world. As though that will make it any better to know why stuff happens! Well actually, it will….:D
06/04/08
Saturday, April 5, 2008
FACT
You may choose to not like what i write
But i'll write it anyway
and disagree with you...every step of the way!!!....:D
But i'll write it anyway
and disagree with you...every step of the way!!!....:D
ps-wrote this mid conversation to define how a song made me feel...
"the sky is grey and the rains seeping into my only pair of shoes.."
Inevitability
Wonder what it is that made you see
Pursue beyond fear of indignity
What it was, that I wanted to hear
And watch your lips, mouth to me
No hesitation or sidestepping
You came right up
Looked me in the eye
And then we knew
We knew right then
You and me
Had come to an end
An end of sorts,
Nothing too dramatic
Just an exchange of vows
(How odd the word
To use at such a time)
But we vowed together,
To never be near
In happiness or sorrow
Lend not a hand or ear
No shoulder to weep on
Would either of us seek
Maybe a smile of recognition
When we would find our will weak
That’s all that happened
No big deal you see
It’s been known to happen,
Just not so openly
Normally, one disagrees
And turns the cheek, to reality
But that’s why I like you
That’s why we’re so great
We understand it’s over,
We know the truth
No ones in denial
In search of a refuge
It had to happen,
Statistics don’t lie
Though we all start out
In a mood, to them, belie
Life gives a chuckle
As it watches us part
Moving on, alone at last
No need for sympathy
Or a pat on the back
I told you, it had to happen
And it happened at last…
05/04/08
Pursue beyond fear of indignity
What it was, that I wanted to hear
And watch your lips, mouth to me
No hesitation or sidestepping
You came right up
Looked me in the eye
And then we knew
We knew right then
You and me
Had come to an end
An end of sorts,
Nothing too dramatic
Just an exchange of vows
(How odd the word
To use at such a time)
But we vowed together,
To never be near
In happiness or sorrow
Lend not a hand or ear
No shoulder to weep on
Would either of us seek
Maybe a smile of recognition
When we would find our will weak
That’s all that happened
No big deal you see
It’s been known to happen,
Just not so openly
Normally, one disagrees
And turns the cheek, to reality
But that’s why I like you
That’s why we’re so great
We understand it’s over,
We know the truth
No ones in denial
In search of a refuge
It had to happen,
Statistics don’t lie
Though we all start out
In a mood, to them, belie
Life gives a chuckle
As it watches us part
Moving on, alone at last
No need for sympathy
Or a pat on the back
I told you, it had to happen
And it happened at last…
05/04/08
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
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