Everything falls apart eventually.

No matter how worn, or how new it begins its life.

Friendships, appliances, living things, the list goes on.

My world

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Free media? Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Free.

What is free? Technically, its meaning is "without charge".

Free media? One would associate these words with freedom of speech, where governments are criticised, where political think tanks are brought down to their knees by the chains of the press, where great minds speak their thoughts, where

"thoughts meander like endless wind"

If the media is free, why should information not be free? Why do we need to pay for any of it? So that state bureaucrats can earn extra pocket money for their lunch money? Why should magazines not be free? Why are they placed in plastic wrappers, surrounded by sticky tape that seals all holes from it, creating a vacuum within? Why should these materials be sealed up as though they were the crowned jewels of the tower of London, the famed Faberge eggs of Russia?

Nostalgia. Friday, June 18, 2010

Funny how one such word can conjure up so many emotions.
Be it memories which make us smile, cry, or even burst into anger, all of them fundamentally originate from that one word.

Funny how 1-2 years can seem as an eternity.

How so many things can be stored in that particular period of time.

Funny how people choose to lock down their memories.

As if they are afraid of the buzzing media chasing down their necks.

And any mention of it gives birth to endless streams of sweat down their neck.

Funny, how we came, saw and conquered our differences.

Funny were the challenges which we overcame.

Fun was the time we spent together.

Funny how you just tossed me out of your brain.

How your senses tell you not to do anything. How your perceptions tell you to do what you think is right.

Funny, how you became an outright bastard because of one little incident.

Funny, how i still choose to remember you by writing about you.

Shouldn't I just toss you out like trash?

Funny.

Who gets the last laugh?

So what? Sunday, June 06, 2010

So what if i hate loud noises,

crowded places,

people who walk slowly,

rowdy children,

parents unable to control their children,

lousy management,

and arrogant, hubristic people?

Does that mean anything to you? Do you even care?

My answer is most definitely 100% that you don't, and in retrospect, i don't really care as well.

Crossing Fingers Friday, May 28, 2010

Here's hoping the new theme is better. Though it's less clean.

Monstrous, monstrous. Friday, May 28, 2010

I'm not going to blame anyone or what, but I've decided to remove my tagboard.