A Matter of Seven Working Days

So this is my new face. Gotta live with this face for the time being. I know. I look cool. In fact, I look younger than when I kept my hair longer. People been making such a fuss over the stupid hair-do change. But in a case of what's done is done, you'll have to live with it, but you don't have to like it.

Well anyway, what I did today... I got pissed off. But that's nothing new. I'm always pissed off about something. Sometimes I wish I could cry more. I read somewhere that crying is actually a form therapy.

I also read somewhere, when you have this urge to write, go ahead and write it down. You could mean what you write or you could not mean it. It's like rearranging your thoughts. It's like spring cleaning for the head. And my head is such a mess.

Sometimes I think it's time to put a stop to all of this nonsense. Sometimes I think it's about time to move on, move to some place new, create more new nonsense.

Back to the writing thingy, there are 2 options for you to consider, option 1, you can go ahead, knock yourself out and write, like what i did:

About Love.

Love is a rapture. No, love is like a serial rapist. Why? It's unlikely that one will be raped in ones' own bed, at home. I mean it happened before and is happening now but not often enough.

Love attacks and you'll never know when and where it'll jump on you and catch you by suprise. Then it throws you on to the cold hard concrete and rapes you.

Or it would take you by the hand and serenade you with some stupid love song and ask your permission and the moment you said yes, it'll proceed to rape you.

That's not rape, that's making love. But if you feel a stab of regret when it's over, then it's basically a rape case.

My Point is- One can never be ready for love and the extra baggage it brings.

You could spend all your life looking for it and not find it. The closest, maybe you'll catch a glimpse of it.

Or, you could run from it, and it'll be waiting for you some where, ready to rape you.

So there, love is a rapist, with so many willing victims.

The End.

Option 2: When you feel the sudden urge to write creative stuffs, eat something sweet and the feeling will surely go away.

My horoscope for today ain't making any sense.

July 18, 2007


For most people, small details will be invisible today. Be ready to point them out.

Rearranging the facts can bring you a fresh insight. So play around with what you know as if all those pieces of knowledge were parts of a puzzle. Look at them from faraway and up close. See what you discover.

Note to self: Be kind to people. Do onto others' what you want them do onto you.

YEAH, RITE! I think do onto others before they do onto you is more likely. Enough with the self abuse already, I wanna start abusing other people from now on.