26 October 2008

I now know what you knew all this while.

You are not the one.

23 October 2008


Disclosure: This is going to be a self-centric post.

I have realized that people can come a long way. A couple of months ago I had this aversion of talking in front of people. An aversion that has lasted for the longest time. It's amazing that I've overcome that, easy to find myself at ease in talking to 23 people, not children but grown individuals. Smart, interesting people who all have the capacity to judge bullshit.

So much for the sweaty palms and dented confidence from all those presentations all those years ago. So now I know, it's not that difficult to climb a mountain, if you get through the first couple of steps.

On the side though, it's been one hell of a week. Not in a good way. A long week and an even longer day. I find myself reaching out to my little green organizer more times in the day than my cigarette pack, thinking to myself, there must be method in all this madness.

I hope my green book will provide the methodology to analyze this chaos that is eminent. And underneath it all, I have this black fear that I imagine this madness to ignore the real boredom.

I guess I don't know at the end of the day.. maybe I am just plain loosing it.

13 October 2008


and some would call it stalking...

I was wondering given it's around grad time (thanks bhav for posting pics and reminding me that we DID infact go to Uni), what everyone that I knew were up to. Like careers and the sort. And then I realized that I did infact go to Uni with some interesting people.. and I noticed, those that did my course, were 'complicated'. Here's a sample of the About Me's on facebook...

I like red, pigs, and coffee

trying to make peace and live with Hyphenated identities.

do not assume that the information on this page can sum up an anecdote of my
entire person

An extremely boring man (a.k.a. an extremely bald man). I too am the Walrus

context defined multiple selves in a singular cerebral space
What is the concept of "me"? Is it my existence? But I cannot exist without my
experiences. So what then is the concept of "me"? Is it my experiences? But I
also cannot experience if I do not exist.And while I might debate forever in
attempting to figure out what "me" is, it doesn't require much to figure out
what "me" is not. "Me" is not "you".

I'm eccentric, psychotic, and chaotic..

And this is how far we are connected, the lot of us that did communication. We did a degree in communication, and some where along the way we got lost, in definitions and more importantly the need to redefine and reset the contexts of the text around us. We understand what the other is speaking even if we do not know the meaning of the words they use, because we think alike. We contradict, because we say so much. A defination is a limitation for the multiplicity that is embedded in our thoughts, ourselves and even our actions.

And there you have it, my piece of thought in the Commie Pie :) And advance apologies to anyone who may object to their 'about me' being featured here. And you know when I say that, I am referring to YOU.

08 October 2008


_ I will not raid the rubbish bin

_ I will not run into the fridge and help myself to food

_ I will not pee on the mats

_ I will not bark or bite strangers AND the people that feed me

_ I will not chew plastic, stone, concrete, steel or the wall

05 October 2008

Free Handbag Give away

Ok I am whoring myself out here.. but honestly it's ok to do that every now and then.

So basically guys who are reading, may be reading, go to the site mentioned below..
www.handbagplanet.com who are set to launch a new store on the 15th of October and are offering a free set of bags to who ever manages to disseminate the most number of messages. Now I understand given there's only so few days left competition is tight, but given they have pretty decent bags on there, worth a shot! So go for it!


01 October 2008

01 10 2008

One by one in boxes they go, to the funeral of the loved.
What a sad state of affairs, what a heart ache.

The sepal of the flower gives way to less greater things,
And I watch the plant wither away

For what more could a plant be, without the roots that support it.
What could a heart be, without the love to feel or have.