Let me write of strength,of which I wish I knew.I no longer have the strengthto decipher you.You have the strength to win,but not the strength to choose.If defeat is where I’ve been,then, I choose to lose.Let me write of strength,of which slowly slips away.It takes all the strength I haveto keep my demons at bay.You told me I was strong,but ...

This is not a review. I am not too much of a movie person, and there are plenty of reviews out there for this movie anyway. All I can give you are my (rather biased) thoughts. So yeah, here they are - Wow. Just... wow. I don't usually like scary movies, or horror movies or movies with a lot ...

I am getting a familiar feeling. It's a feeling that precedes another, like how sometimes you can hear thunder before you feel rain, or how when you hear the first notes of a certain song, you know if you keep listening you will be transported back in time to a sucky memory. I've been trying to suppress it, and suppression ...

So this Easter break, while allowing me to catch up on much needed sleep, has also shown me how easy it is for me to feel bored.Usually when I am this bored, I work on a hobby... I have piles of arty papers, and coloured board, for when my hobby was making cards. I have wire, different colours, for when ...

Let me build this wall,One brick at a time.Around and over it shall go.This brick is anger,This one is hurt,These few are pain,And these are The promises you never kept.Stop blowing it down!I can't do this anymore!Every brick I lay down,You push away.This one with your smile,This with your jokes.These few with the hopeThat grows when you say hello.It's collapsing ...

Well, I am back. I've actually been back for about 10 days now. But its been a manic 10 days and I've fallen asleep before feeling inclined or inspired to write. Anytime I go back home, I wind up being extremely homesick. Which is natural enough I guess. I was home last October and it took me ages to shake ...

I remember - hot sun blazing down on me, scornfully looking at the rest of the kids in the neighbourhood. The road is blistering hot, and we are all barefoot. The first one who runs to their flip flops, loses. I knew the soles of my feet will be bright pink and sore, but I never wanted to be the ...

What is it about family that makes you just transform from a mature, self possessed adult, to a yelling screaming mess of a child? My mom still sees me as a baby, and it's just so easy to step into that role - it's like a well worn path that I tread. Mostly, it's fine, it works. But then something ...

"I'm just an animal looking for a homeShare the same space for a minute or two" - This Must Be the Place - Talking Heads If there is one song that I wish I'd written, it's probably this one. On other news, flying out home tonight. Tomorrow - Lion Lager and sunshine :) ... or maybe just sunshine cos I hear its Vesak...

I guess one of my biggest issues is motivation and procrastination. I am lazy, I know I am. I am actually surprised I've made it so far in my career. But I do take pride in my work, so perhaps that helps. It shows in other ways though - I am too lazy to do any housework and my flat ...

People baffle me sometimes, but then, a lot of things baffle me. So much so that I tend to walk around in a near continuous state of befuddlement. I like to think everything has a reason, and that people make choices based on their motives. The choices they make are confusing enough but its the motive that really interests me. ...

My Rock You were the Rock, I could climb on when the seas were rough. Now, it’s like I’m set adrift. I think I knew this time would come, but not so soon. But that’s what I would have said, had it been later. I miss you. I never go the chance to say that last ‘goodbye’, or ‘I love ...

My mind has been clouded for days now. Thoughts trickle away Like Little rivulets flowing from Small springs. There are millions of them, But there isn't enough water. I keep trying to follow my river thoughts, But they dry up before I reach the sea. I think It's almost like wading through jello. Or Trying to connect the dots ...

I find myself feeling removed from things (again, or perhaps still?). I don't have the energy to form opinions nor can I muster up enough emotion to care. I find myself waiting - for this feeling to pass, for something to happen, for me to wake up and resume life again. There is this expectancy in me, or perhaps it's ...

Happiness is so transient. After my brief interlude of peace, it's been an extra stressy week. I did something that I always tend to do, and I let things get the better of me till I kinda explode. I really need to learn how to breathe when things annoy me. I think I am a bit of a perfectionist, or ...

My dreams are made of paper, balanced on a mans desire, my very own paper mountain, not getting any higher. I let him hold it, but don’t know why. Maybe I should have learned by now, I'm naive trusting and blind. I walk up my paper mountain punching holes through my soul. If my mountain collapses, will I still be ...

I was looking back at an old blog/diary I had a few years ago. One post was when I was just turning 23 and I was freaking out... and getting seriously depressed. Yeesh... 6 years later and I haven't changed at all??! Since when did birthdays even start to depress me? I used to love celebrating birthdays, and it didn't ...

It simmers. I glance at his eyes, his lips, his clenched fists. I question his control. A tiny push - right there. And I am the one who stumbles. It’s ok. I get it. I know that sometimes control is out of the question. I take it. It is mine, as he is mine. It is just sounds. Sheer, ...

Am I walking in circles? I’ve seen this scene - It’s right before the magic is stripped away. There should be a sign - “Beware, pain pending.” I’ve seen you peel off layer after layer of all my delusional illusions. Your face is just another mask in your armoury of disguise. You walked me in circles till I was dizzy ...

There are three of them. Dancing on my skin, messing with my mind, setting me ablaze. They pull me apart and leave me broken. There are three of them. Smiling at my fear, laughing at my confusion, taunting me with their possibilities. I ignore them, but they never disappear. There are three of them. They carry me like friends, ...