Monday, December 25, 2006
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
LoWeR ThY GazE
Hi!
*smile*
You're cute
*giggle*
I Looaave You!
*cheeky grin*
But wait...
*confused look*
You're cute too
*blink blink*
I Looaave You!
*cheeky grin*
Oh no!
*slaps forehead*
You're cute as well
*frustrated*
But You're short...
*hmmm*
What the Heck!
*smile*
You're cute
*giggle*
I Looaave You!
*cheeky grin*
But wait...
*confused look*
You're cute too
*blink blink*
I Looaave You!
*cheeky grin*
Oh no!
*slaps forehead*
You're cute as well
*frustrated*
But You're short...
*hmmm*
What the Heck!
*sigh*
I'll 'lower my gaze'
*cheeky grin*
I Looaave You Too!
*hearts*
I'll 'lower my gaze'
*cheeky grin*
I Looaave You Too!
*hearts*
Thursday, September 21, 2006
ComE BaCk YeSterDaY
I watch as another day ends and the sun sets all over again. I never really figured out why light had to dissolve into darkness. Sure there’s always the next day to look forward to but what does the next day have that this day couldn’t. Why can’t we just live an eternal happy-go-lucky day? It would make the whole cycle of life a little more digestible. A little more believable.
I’m not quite sure what I’m searching for; and for that fact, why I’m searching at all. The urge to just stand in the midst of helter-skelter and scream is at times so strong, so uncontrollable. I want everything to stop and just take a second to notice what’s happened. Wasn’t yesterday different? Wasn’t yesterday better? Then why the hell were we waiting for today when everything was perfect just the way it was?
History repeats itself. I wish it would soon. I live everyday in the hope of yesterday becoming today and hopefully everyday after. Unfortunately, I’ve also learnt to give up to submission and let fate takes its course. It’s not stopping for me so why am I waiting for it to embrace me?
Smile! It’s another bloody day which isn’t mine; which isn’t yesterday.
I’m not quite sure what I’m searching for; and for that fact, why I’m searching at all. The urge to just stand in the midst of helter-skelter and scream is at times so strong, so uncontrollable. I want everything to stop and just take a second to notice what’s happened. Wasn’t yesterday different? Wasn’t yesterday better? Then why the hell were we waiting for today when everything was perfect just the way it was?
History repeats itself. I wish it would soon. I live everyday in the hope of yesterday becoming today and hopefully everyday after. Unfortunately, I’ve also learnt to give up to submission and let fate takes its course. It’s not stopping for me so why am I waiting for it to embrace me?
Smile! It’s another bloody day which isn’t mine; which isn’t yesterday.
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time
- Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life), Green Day
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
FaShiOn PoLicE
You have the right to remain fashionable.
Anything you buy or wear can and will be used against you in a court of law.
And just so ya know honeyh, that thaing ya got on will cost ya life imprisonment.
Consider this your first and...LAST warning!
Anything you buy or wear can and will be used against you in a court of law.
And just so ya know honeyh, that thaing ya got on will cost ya life imprisonment.
Consider this your first and...LAST warning!
Monday, August 28, 2006
If OnLy I CouLd...
“There! Stop in front of the aunty in black.”
SCREECH!!
Aunty looks up. Look of disapproval as expected. This is frowned upon. How could you!
I inch up, snuggle closer and manage an awkward kiss.
*Shock*Horror*
She wants to take her abaya off and strangle me with it till my face matches.
Even though the skin-tight leather pants are itchy and slimy, even though the skimpy top is uncomfortable, even though I hate getting on motorbikes regardless if it’s a sexy Harley, and even though this rockstar wannabe with a thousand piercings and markings stinks, it’s all worth the look on her face.
It’s especially precious ‘cause just yesterday I had to sit prim and proper in her living room and nod politely to her pointless rambling.
BURN!
I know secretly she’s thinking the same thing.
“Hey dude! There’s an extra 50 in it for you if you make her abaya fly when we pull away.”
SCREECH!!
Aunty looks up. Look of disapproval as expected. This is frowned upon. How could you!
I inch up, snuggle closer and manage an awkward kiss.
*Shock*Horror*
She wants to take her abaya off and strangle me with it till my face matches.
Even though the skin-tight leather pants are itchy and slimy, even though the skimpy top is uncomfortable, even though I hate getting on motorbikes regardless if it’s a sexy Harley, and even though this rockstar wannabe with a thousand piercings and markings stinks, it’s all worth the look on her face.
It’s especially precious ‘cause just yesterday I had to sit prim and proper in her living room and nod politely to her pointless rambling.
BURN!
I know secretly she’s thinking the same thing.
“Hey dude! There’s an extra 50 in it for you if you make her abaya fly when we pull away.”
Saturday, August 26, 2006
ConFesSiOnS of A StReSseD StuDeNt DuRinG CoUrsE ReGistRaTioN
“Ab mujhe mat dekho. This was all your idea in the first place!”
“You secretly support it too so Shut Up! This is gonna work!”
Click.
‘Press Here.’
Beep.
1:00
Tick. Tick.
*Evil grin* “HA HA! Told you so! (sticks tongue out) Okaayyy (turns to mob waiting behind and puts on best sly-villian look)…RUUUNNNNN!!!”
“Arre ruko na…my eyeliner…”
“Ufff…Chal Meri Maa!”
“You secretly support it too so Shut Up! This is gonna work!”
Click.
‘Press Here.’
Beep.
1:00
Tick. Tick.
*Evil grin* “HA HA! Told you so! (sticks tongue out) Okaayyy (turns to mob waiting behind and puts on best sly-villian look)…RUUUNNNNN!!!”
“Arre ruko na…my eyeliner…”
“Ufff…Chal Meri Maa!”
All 200 people run towards the steel gates, arms flailing everywhere. The usually offensive guard panics and runs too for fear of having his toes crunched. Except, one certain ‘daredevil’ A.A. runs in the opposite direction, “Naaahhiiinnn! The library! Meri books!”
“Oye.Cheti cheti!”
BANG
Everyone turns around to see red bricks shoot haywire and a thick blanket of smoke rise from the interiors.
3.2.1
Bursts of red, green and blue.
Fireworks!
Perfect timing and more than the perfect ending.
Everyone smiles and clippity clappity claps.
Mission Accomplished. What a relief…what a show!
“AAP! AAP! Aapkyakarraheenhain. Maine saari raat beth ke itni mehnat se slides banayi hain... par aap ko toh fikar hi nahin hai. Bas building uraana aata hai!”
*Slaps forehead*
Uggghhh…EJECT!


