Everything falls apart eventually.
No matter how worn, or how new it begins its life.
Friendships, appliances, living things, the list goes on.
2010-07-16
My world
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2010-06-22
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
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?
2010-06-18
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.
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?
2010-06-06
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,
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.
2010-05-28
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.
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2010-04-29
Twinkle. Thursday, April 29, 2010
I look up in the night sky and I see a star,
A distant galaxy, lightyears away.
Tiny as it is, its glow reaches out to galactic proportions.
Akin to a glimmer of hope.
A single flame in absolute darkness.
A single light in the dark sky.
So tiny and all so distant.
2010-04-23
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2010-04-16
Just what happened? Friday, April 16, 2010
This isn't supposed to happen.
I did not work like a fucking prisoner of war last year to end up with this.
I did not work to die; I was working to see another day.
I did not put with all the sloppy shit last year to end up with this.
I put up with all those crap to make everything presentable.
"In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make"
Whatever happened to the love i made?
Where is it now?
One does not put with so much shit with so much effort and get none of the extra effort back.
Whatever happened to karma?
Whatever happened to equality?
And what I can only do now is to harp on the past: Was it the topic? Was it me? Was it them?
I've been bombarded by "Cheer up" texts, tweets and what not. Get this straight: I'm not depressed. I'm not going suicidal, like my medicine may help to promote. Its just that, i don't comprehend the situation: How could this have happened? Whatever went wrong? Whatever happened?
Now i sit, in a corner, lonely and dark. Thinking. Thinking. Thinking...:
'Just what happened?'
2010-04-12
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2010-04-06
Damn. Tuesday, April 06, 2010
I really really really want the UEs in their shiny plastic boxes with matte finishes and with a hint of orange.
It's not like i can't buy them, its just that i don't have the opportunity to do so. The more i use my bose-s, the more dissatisfied i am with them. Getting waked up by meddling buffoons talking at the top of their voices, not being able to concentrate by another group of idiots whose voices can almost shoot (literally) through a roof. It can put out a fire dammit.
We all have our needs and urges. And this is like one of mine.