A Writer's Diary.

 May 26, 1924

"If we didn't live venturously, plucking the wild goat by the beard, and trembling over precipices, we should never be depressed, I've no doubt; but already should be faded, fatalistic and aged."

-Virginia Woolf (1882-1941)

Exams. Of course.

Just so we all remember...

There are only two kinds of people in this world : The ones who become what life makes out of them, and the ones who are what they made out of their lives.

The highest value that a man can hold is his own ability. Consequently, the greatest sin is the failure to recognize it. And the most profound form of depravity to exist, is his refusal to acknowledge it.

Thus begins my lecture on the necessity of an internal locus of control.

P.S. I'm so stuck in the wrong profession.

So, today would forever be remembered as the day I referred to an onion as being an albino.
*sigh*

Universally Speaking.

People never change. Ever.

Circumstances only cause them to highlight, sharpen, and play out certain aspects of their being more than the others, at different points in time. If you take to observing people closely enough, they'll never surprise you.

Life, on the other hand, is far more complex than that.

Ambitions à la Nostradamus.

Tonight, I want to be the toad in a wishing well, right out of a lesser-known, obscure little fairytale. One that would have entire pretentious kingdoms, their doltish gold-haired pretentious Rapunzels and dorky-looking, velvet-clad pretentious Prince Charmings tip a coin in and bare their shallow little souls out. Then, with an overbearing air of pomposity, I would raucously clear my throat and croak out cryptic, one-line prophecies... in effect, messing with their buoyant little heads. Only then will I ever be able to justify my existence congruently in an alternate dimension.

That, or I could make a positively vapid fortune-cookie.

"You proceed from a false assumption: I have no ego to bruise."
- Spock, Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan

"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it."
- Oscar Wilde 

*croak*

A Leaf out of the Book I have no use for Anymore.

November 7, 2009
2230 Hours (I will use military time, to build atmosphere)

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Spite. Spite. Spite.

-Royally Irked.

I might break a few things now. Either I underestimate my paranoia, or that's exactly what it is. And I don't remember being this angry in a considerable amount of time. Enough to radiate in all directions and turn me into a giant black hole. If there's one thing I've learnt in life, it is to deal with things in absolutes. Out of respect for all that matters, and that which possibly couldn't. That being the only true moral code I adhere to. Pushing things too far? Maybe. But I don't have benchmarks to gauge against. Mine flout normalcy with unbridled aplomb. I don't even feel the need to feign propriety. That's the good part. It is indeed, all about feigning. That's the bad. I'm not going to regret this. That just might be slightly ugly.

Presently came along a wolf, and knocked at the door, and said:'Little pig, little pig, let me come in.'
To which the pig answered: 'No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin.'
The wolf then answered to that:'Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in.'

So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew the house in.

 Guess what happened next.

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And that, little kids, is how you spell PASSIVE AGGRESSION.

Indulgence in the Witching Hour.

Half-light and stalled time,
fingertips in rhythm and rhyme.
Some of your truths,
turned to some of mine.

My EXCITEMENT knows no bounds!

India WON the KABADDI WORLD CUP!!! Woohooh! Streamers and party-horns and celebrations galore! TAKE THAT, IPL! And all of those people who have been flooding my Facebook homepage with regular, instantaneous updates about every single occurrence on and off the crease: IN YOUR FACE! Haha! 

Fact times three:

1. My heartiest congratulations to Sania Mirza and Shoaib Malik on their blessed holy wedlock. You two deserve every bit of having to spend the rest of your lives chained to each other.

2. My obsession with Kat Von D is getting waaaaay out of hand. I need help. Pronto. 

3. A WiFi-enabled home should henceforth be counted as one of the few simple pleasures in life. Also, Airtel IPTV is working very well towards eliminating my long-standing hatred for what the world calls "Television". Which goes to say, that it's turning me into a hopeless invalid who streams TLC and the History Channel all day.  

 This would be the first time in recorded history when I've punctuated a sentence with three exclamation marks, and threw in a few more on top.Darn it! I knew I should have saved some firecrackers from Diwali.

The overwhelming lack of content in my blog posts(and the absence of them) of late, is starting to bother me.

Thought I should let you know.

That's all.

UnderWater.

More from Singapore.
Underwater World - Sentosa

Note: I touched a Sting-ray! And I was inappropriately happy about it.

Notice the expression? Yes. That one. That is the exact look my 5th grade maths teacher wore on her face. Only, evil-er. Exponentially evil-er. Why, she even used blue eyeliner! No wonder I've always hated maths.

An upside-down jellyfish. One of the prettier things I've seen in life.

The Weedy-Seadragon

Where it gets hard to tell what's what. 

*blurts*

The chocolate syrup I brewed and distractedly left in the deep-freeze yesterday, has now turned into the richest chocolate-iest approximation of ice-cream that has ever come my way.

The point of this post being:

1. I have exams coming up. Hence, I want to do things like brew chocolate syrup, bake brownies, and conquer the world.

2. I've got Travis and Switchblade Symphony playing alternatively on iTunes. Both evoke polar opposite sentiments, in every single way possible.

3. For no particular reason at all, I dug-up an old mail-conversation yesterday. I'm glad I did. 

4. Good things always happen to me by accident. 

The Fire-Eaters.

Night Safari, Singapore

March 2010

Pictures from Singapore.

Merlion Park, Singapore

Under the Bridge, Marina Bay

 Songs of the Sea, Sentosa Island

Singapore Flyer - Worm's Eye View

Chinatown

Non-Poetry/Un-Static

i am writing this because i am suddenly craving for ennui. the kind of unsettling gut-wrench that comes with being completely wasted and having enough time and almost enough void to fill several parallel universes with. and then some. last night was the fifth in a row when i passed out fully dressed and woke up raccoon-eyed courtesy the kohl i've been too tired(disinterested) to wipe off. and then i question the need of slipping out and into something else, with some water in between that can't wash away, what i don't have to wash away, what i don't want to wash away and what i will not wash away. from the mind, the body, and that layer of fluid harmony that binds the two, once in an odd while... but the craving soon transforms into the one you wake up with after a night of having too vivid a dream. and then you see that reality finds itself misplaced in this splendidly skewed order of things. waking up from one dream into the next, halfway between the wistful and the endless, and a unfaltering disbelief in limits of any kind and sort.

pandora's box, or actuality down the rabbit hole... a spinning whorl of wants and haves and cans and coulds. no ifs, no maybes, no perhaps, and none of the gargantuan words that require too much space and way too much distance. sand, with no hourglass to hold it. lanes, with too many twists and not enough bends. night, and glowing wisps of smoke. and trains... waited for, and then not caught, with a heartbeat trapped in a second. or two.