Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Whats on your mind?
Well, alot of things.
Usually I have alot to look forward to, going to Disneyland being at the very top of my list. But recently nothings been very inspiring. Its like I've got writers block.
Sometimes you need something that'll wake you up every morning making you want to go-go. Something that'll give you hope. I've been told that I should have faith.
But in what?
Makes me want to quote Drew Barrymore from Music and Lyrics - "I need inspiration, not just another negotiation."
Last night I dreamt that we shifted to somewhere in South ex, a small rectangular white house with two HUGE gardens upfront and in the back. I think I was unhappy about it, but then slowly I realized that I would get -
a) A terrace. (Doesn't EVERYONE want a terrace?!)
b) Two gardens in DELHI.
c) Amazing smelling air, somehow.
Three things I don't have in my current house.
It was honestly beautiful. There was a fountain in the back. I was sitting alone at night time, staring at the stars... And everything smelt like perfume :|
Why doesn't anyone appreciate how amazing clouds are?
Theres a certain time of the year when they move incredibly fast... and watching them move like that makes me feel closer to a god that I don't believe in.
The first thing I do when I get out of my house is stare up to check if there are any at all. When there aren't any - I sulk for hours on end.
Blogging is a bit like writing in a diary - only its public... and so I wont be using names.
I've been thinking about someone for a while now. Its so difficult to get to know you, to get you to open up. Its so hard to know what you're really thinking.
I think you should be okay with it if you figure that people might not like you for who you really are. Life becomes alot easier after that. And I think you should get to know me. I know nothing about you, and it kills me everyday, because I really want to.
Sometimes you sit down trying to think about what kind of person you wanna be. Are you the funny guy, the smart guy? The relaxed guy, the intuitive guy? I've always wanted to be the girl who breaks the awkward silence. Its not very easy, but once you become that person, people are automatically drawn to you.
Its a talent, being good with people. Being funny.
When you don't like someone, either you can keep shut about it, or say it straight to their face. Either you can be diplomatic, or straightforward.
The thing with me is that I've always been straightforward. Maybe its for that reason, and that reason only that no-one usually has the guts to say anything to my face.
But recently that changed - and I realized how small you can make someone feel just by being blunt.
I'm going to mend my ways.
They're leaving. They're finally going. It hasn't hit me yet. And the amazing part about this is that I won't let it - even later. See, someone once gave me a brilliant bit of advice on dealing with problems.
Thats it. Just don't deal with it. Don't even think about it.
I've done this alot, and it actually works. Life goes on.
I suppose I like the people in my batch enough to stay happy for another year :)
Motivation
Usually I have alot to look forward to, going to Disneyland being at the very top of my list. But recently nothings been very inspiring. Its like I've got writers block.
Sometimes you need something that'll wake you up every morning making you want to go-go. Something that'll give you hope. I've been told that I should have faith.
But in what?
Makes me want to quote Drew Barrymore from Music and Lyrics - "I need inspiration, not just another negotiation."
Strange Dreams
Last night I dreamt that we shifted to somewhere in South ex, a small rectangular white house with two HUGE gardens upfront and in the back. I think I was unhappy about it, but then slowly I realized that I would get -
a) A terrace. (Doesn't EVERYONE want a terrace?!)
b) Two gardens in DELHI.
c) Amazing smelling air, somehow.
Three things I don't have in my current house.
It was honestly beautiful. There was a fountain in the back. I was sitting alone at night time, staring at the stars... And everything smelt like perfume :|
Clouds
Why doesn't anyone appreciate how amazing clouds are?
Theres a certain time of the year when they move incredibly fast... and watching them move like that makes me feel closer to a god that I don't believe in.
The first thing I do when I get out of my house is stare up to check if there are any at all. When there aren't any - I sulk for hours on end.
Sadly this makes sense to no-one :(
Someone
Blogging is a bit like writing in a diary - only its public... and so I wont be using names.
I've been thinking about someone for a while now. Its so difficult to get to know you, to get you to open up. Its so hard to know what you're really thinking.
But I think the reason you don't let anyone in is because you're scared you won't live upto their expectations - which are indeed, quite high.
I think you should be okay with it if you figure that people might not like you for who you really are. Life becomes alot easier after that. And I think you should get to know me. I know nothing about you, and it kills me everyday, because I really want to.
Awkward
Sometimes you sit down trying to think about what kind of person you wanna be. Are you the funny guy, the smart guy? The relaxed guy, the intuitive guy? I've always wanted to be the girl who breaks the awkward silence. Its not very easy, but once you become that person, people are automatically drawn to you.
Its a talent, being good with people. Being funny.
Hello Cynic
When you don't like someone, either you can keep shut about it, or say it straight to their face. Either you can be diplomatic, or straightforward.
The thing with me is that I've always been straightforward. Maybe its for that reason, and that reason only that no-one usually has the guts to say anything to my face.
But recently that changed - and I realized how small you can make someone feel just by being blunt.
I respect myself and anyone else who cares enough to tell the truth - but sometimes being polite is just the way to go.
I'm going to mend my ways.
The 12thies
They're leaving. They're finally going. It hasn't hit me yet. And the amazing part about this is that I won't let it - even later. See, someone once gave me a brilliant bit of advice on dealing with problems.
"Don't."
Thats it. Just don't deal with it. Don't even think about it.
I've done this alot, and it actually works. Life goes on.
I suppose I like the people in my batch enough to stay happy for another year :)
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Frequency#
Someone once asked me what I think love is?
This isn't going to be some corny paragraph displaying my high expectations from men, along with roses, chocolates, good looks and all that.
See.. I have a theory.
It isn't a new thought, because there are just way too many people out there who feel the same way that I do. I still take pride in thinking that I was the only one able to put it into words this way.
Love to me is what you don't say.
When you're speaking to someone, and before you know it - you're instantly in sync. Isn't that what life is basically all about?
The line spectra. I have a frequency, and so do you.
Have you ever met someone who instantly connects with you?
You haven't been their "person" for a million years, you just know them.
So you're having two conversations, one with words, and one without.
Both of you know it, but no-one has to say it.
Theres something so overwhelming in knowing that there is a certain someone who can see right through you, right through all the masks you wear.
Without even trying, they've understood you - and vice versa.
Have you ever felt that way?
Love to me is overwhelming. It's talking to that person.
Has that ever happened to me?
I guess when you come so close to getting what you want, sometimes you screw it up.
But the wonderful (and terrible) thing about the world is that there are just way too many people out there who feel the same way that I do.
Perhaps one day I'll stumble upon someone whose just as strange as I am.
Um. If possible.
This isn't going to be some corny paragraph displaying my high expectations from men, along with roses, chocolates, good looks and all that.
See.. I have a theory.
It isn't a new thought, because there are just way too many people out there who feel the same way that I do. I still take pride in thinking that I was the only one able to put it into words this way.
Love to me is what you don't say.
When you're speaking to someone, and before you know it - you're instantly in sync. Isn't that what life is basically all about?
The line spectra. I have a frequency, and so do you.
Have you ever met someone who instantly connects with you?
You haven't been their "person" for a million years, you just know them.
So you're having two conversations, one with words, and one without.
Both of you know it, but no-one has to say it.
Theres something so overwhelming in knowing that there is a certain someone who can see right through you, right through all the masks you wear.
Without even trying, they've understood you - and vice versa.
Have you ever felt that way?
Love to me is overwhelming. It's talking to that person.
Has that ever happened to me?
I guess when you come so close to getting what you want, sometimes you screw it up.
But the wonderful (and terrible) thing about the world is that there are just way too many people out there who feel the same way that I do.
Perhaps one day I'll stumble upon someone whose just as strange as I am.
Um. If possible.
"I've seen it happen in front of me over and over again. You feed on the weak and the powerless, make them stand up till their knees and then push them back down where they belong..one at a time. They're all replaceable. They dont mean anything to you. You..take only what you came for; Nothing more, nothing less. It's scary, yet somehow very attractive. Yeah, I admire people with no consciousnesses. Cold, logical, calculating people who'll, eventually, be the ones running things."
THAT ^ gave me goosebumps.
Seriously, Aneesh.
THAT ^ gave me goosebumps.
Seriously, Aneesh.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Broken (T_T)
Ipod nano.
Ipod shuffle.
Guitar.
Yamaha.
Korg.
Home theatre system.
My earphones.
My headphones.
My cellphone.
My glasses.
My microwave.
Ipod shuffle.
Guitar.
Yamaha.
Korg.
Home theatre system.
My earphones.
My headphones.
My cellphone.
My glasses.
My microwave.
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