Sunday, April 24, 2011

Running wild and free

A sunday with a friend - Brunswick & Smith Street, pizza, buying records, herbs & spices, sunday rose market, coffee & more coffee, vintage shops and just walking around aimlessly. These are the kind of days that I'm thankful for. No worries and no assignments at the back of my mind. I wish for more of such days. 

Friday, April 22, 2011

Some kind of wonderful

These few days has been great. So good that I'm so deeply overwhelmed. 

Monday, April 18, 2011

At your stupidity

Reading certain people's blogs really decreases the level of my intelligence. It's seriously brainless and mindless. I hope my compulsive need to read it will stop before I become mentally stupid as well.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

I put the pro in procrastination

All I can hear is the silence of my room with the occasional cars passing by and the drumming on my keyboards. 

Wednesday, April 13, 2011


The hardships of love

During the day I don’t want to see her. For she has in her gaze the madness of a bewildered trained animal. I’m the only one who recognizes that, and I cannot bear it.

- A report to an Academy

Saturday, April 9, 2011

I hurt a little...

There I was, standing at the tram stop, looking at strangers shunning from the rain; walking in the rain, waiting for a friend; friends waiting for them, sharing an umbrella; having no umbrella at all. In the midst of all the chaos, I tuned out.
And I hurt a little.

 To feel the pain inflicted on my brother and not being able to ease the agony that he has to endure; even though he pretty much deserves it. 
To that I hurt a little.

Not being able to give my sister a glass of water or make her some porridge when she'll ill.
To that I hurt a little.

Then, to watch my mother attempt to suppress her heartache and not being able to be there for her to tell her that everything's going to be ok.
To that I hurt alot.

Back to December.

Because today I dreamt that you took my hands instead of hers.