Monday, December 17, 2007

I need to think of something to write, but my mind is just blocked. Just like an overflowing gutter which refuses to take anything in. I know it doesnt really apply here, but my bathroom had blocked gutters, and only a person who has been through the trauma of blocked gutters can tell you how distressing it is.

i came back one day, to find my house flooded like the lower deck of the titanic when the glacier struck. It wasn't very cool.

Also, i have learnt that it is not advisable to tell people you are a dancing toffee. It usually provokes a PG 13 or more rated response, depending how graphic your imagination is. Still. Being a dancing toffee WAS fun, i have to admit. I mean, its a once in a lifetime thing. It should be enjoyed.

besides. Dancing toffees are sexy.

Friday, December 14, 2007

'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button, girl.
So cradle your head in your hands
And breathe... just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe
So many 4 ams listening to songs of lost love, of despair, of melancholy, of many words and melodies, all mixed together and swimming around, like a flurry of random colours slapped carelessly onto a canvas. Writing, shedding tears. Over stories which don't come with rewind buttons. Wishing life was a dvd, and you could go back to watch the mistakes you made, and make them right. Something like a retake.
Regret is so beautiful, and winter blues don't get any better. The pre-requisites are already present, and so is the cold, your insides colder still. It's you who makes the so called bite actually hurt, it's what is inside that head of yours, aching to come out. That is what makes your palms tingle as you curl up in a ball under the covers and choke silently on the salt coming out of your eyes. Yes. That is what makes it click.
So what do you do?
Stay curled up tight, and grab that imaginary remote, switch on the motion picture inside your
head, and click, click,click. Changing channels and cds, because this is your show.
Whatever you wish for. And all of it inside, but so real. It belongs to you, the secrets are all yours. And secretly, you long to go back, see what went wrong, while you're telling them its too late with a straight face.
What is the bigger joke?
2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to

Monday, December 10, 2007

seriously? seriously.

So here i go again, involving myself in other people's issues, only cause they invited me in, which actually, for want of a better term, sucks A LOT.


as the famous grey's anatomy phrase goes.
Seriously? Seriously.

So much for wanting to make my first formal blog post funny, entertaining and intelligent. Now i just sound liek every other emo kid on the internet. Boo hoo, look at me, im so sad, i want to die.

Its not like that at all. Well, kind of is. But not completely. You don't see me wearing black mourning gear, do you? Actually, you dont see me at all, so there isnt much of a point asking.

i need to start studying, and stop thinking.

i think i think too much. Yes, that wasnt original, but its very apt from what im thinking right now, which is, i think too much.


Friday, December 7, 2007

I am Back

For those of you who know who i am, and used to read my old blog ( to which i very conveniently lost the password), I am back. Those who don't who i am, and really couldnt care less, also, please read my blog.

more later, must fix profile and stuff. First things first.