Clasping drenched temples trying to push the pain inside stuff it so hard into a paper ball pressed smaller, smaller, smaller. Doubling up quadrupling it just trying to make it go and vanish and whoosh and leave you relieved and content and free. Gritting teeth and creasing brows and banging feet and fists and oh no, its still there why and the music doesn't obliviate it and it hurts and why can't you just poof! and go you, you...
Get lost, work.
[Why does this sound like The Rant of The Constipated?]
Saturday, July 12, 2008
< rant >
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Tag teen aka We're Back After The Break!
Tagged by Bharat. Title credits go the same way.
5 things found in your bag
- Camera, Phone, iPod.
- Money, food passes etc.
- Dairy, pens in assorted colours [on last count : black, fluorescent orange and fuschia], and a book.
- Old movie tickets, restaurant bills, wrappers etc. [I'm too lazy to clean up. Sue me.]
- Random things stuffed in by other people who're too lazy and selfish to carry a bag, and dump their Physics notebooks into mine. Hmph. Listening, are you?
- My model Seaplane - iMade! ^.^
- My hula hoops - Er, yes. I own two. And what's more, I can hula hoop. Beat that, loser!
- The mini veranda that's technically not in my room, but is still the best place to sit and read. Its even got place to keep a champagne glass [that's filled with Sprite.] =P
- My freshly painted book shelves with more school books than others. My books number 50+. School books? Lets not get there... *shudders*
- The side windows that help in spying on my neighbour! =P
- Monochromes
- Nameless channel no. 3 on my cable network that has inadvertently hilarious Uttaranchali Lok Sangeet music videos. =P
- Photography. Black and whites.
- Huge messes.
- Tags! What else? :D
- Go to jail.
- Flunk an exam. [Monday. Math. Bubble might burst.]
- Take a year off for just backpacking. [Note to self : Might have to take ten years off before that for just earning enough to be able to do that.]
- Sound pseudo literary.
- Be able to write heartfelt, expressive wishes that sound genuine, and not lamely corny, and show how much I care. Since that doesn't look very likely, in the near future, guess you'll just have to do with a simple happy birthday then, Nik. Have a blast. Flabbergast Stanford! =P
Labels: Insanity, Nonsense, Tag-ing along
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Issued In Public Interest
Aloe Vera Facewash is not particularly tasty.
Singing while washing your face is not particularly a good idea either.
Labels: Attention pleej, Nonsense
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