everybody loves raymond.Saturday, July 28, 2007

they say love makes you blind. you know, they may just be right. not love, infatuation, perhaps. has a way of blinding you to other things that exist in the world. funnily enough, when you open your eyes.. the sunshine prickles, takes your eyes a little time to adjust to the flooding of light.. but you can't help but smile. you can't help but smile because you can see. and because you like what you see. the world IS colorful :)

I dream about you like the stoners dream about their drugs. They can smell it, taste it in their dreams. They wake up and have it for breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert. They relish it. Devour it with passion and fervour, yet appreciate its subtleties. They are connoisseurs in their own right, and they need their fix. I need you like they need their drugs.
You have the world's largest cache of goodness hidden inside you, along with all the world's creativity and compassion. By those measures you're anything but poor. I see you as this rich vibrant swirling colour of energy. You're so... Female. Girl. Woman. And you're not poor in your choice of words, or the quality of your ideas, and the contents of your dreams.
Not having you made me want you more.
we're like a perfect game of tetris, you and i..

The world is full of love. you just gotta open your eyes and let them adjust to the light.

really. how?Thursday, July 26, 2007

heh, even prisoners of war don't forget what happiness means.
How can someone as alive as you not know happiness?

karachidubaikarachidubaikarachidubaiTuesday, July 24, 2007

i don't know what happened. or why or when or how. it's not that i lost interest in my blog, or don't have anything to write. it's just that.. when there are too many stories to tell.. where do you begin? do you begin from the constant battle of cs? or from the shiny big white car? or from a picture of purple daisies? or a venue full of flowers? do you begin from a hot pink and silver wedding dress? or from haphazard flight catching, city hopping? was it the way you looked at me? or was it that constant tolerance of my childish behavior? should i begin from endless hours in zamzama looking for perfect silver shoes? or sitting in moe's bedroom after midnight teaching consumer behavior and sipping coffeechai? sitting in huma's flat munching pitas? driving to the songs beedi and namak? battling an endless headache? helping out with a wedding? trying to take out odd moments to sneak away and read the leaked edition of harry potter? taking that flight back with lots of pain and smiles at the same time?

yes, i guess i really don't know where to begin.

wishbone.Tuesday, July 10, 2007

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somethings like these shud go up in blogs..Friday, July 06, 2007

"drove the prado today. felt nice. that nice feeling driving something pleasurable. comfortable.
then thought proccess ...
drive byroad to somewhere in the prado,
wait..im gonna drive fast..its heavy. braking not good
or is it just me..i cud slam full brakes..and ABS will kick in right?
feels like one of those jump in deep end to learn swimming thingie
just do it
somehow i feel more in control in the corrolla, cause i know its braking or its manual
oh..damn, i used handbrake and have fun in corrolla
i completly forgot , how i used to use handbrake
i dare not with the new one!
heh..left turn, handbrake..you screaming and holding on tight.
*suprise*
whose gonna scare you ?"

-mr. schumacher

bloggiversaryThursday, July 05, 2007

my blog is 2 years old :)

birthdayWednesday, July 04, 2007

i'm 21 years old :)