Sunday, December 24, 2006
Saturday, August 05, 2006
It gets strenuous to be that social butterfly after a while, sure I love the attention, yet there is only so much you can smile before your facial muscles start aching, so much small talk you can make before you consciously feel your brain cells dying and so much you indulge your crazy side before you feel off-balance and crave some time on your own. It's obvious I need a little quiet time for introspection. But I guess I have been turning down too many invitations, and I wouldn't want to end up a recluse would I? Oh well, I might drag myself out on Wednesday if I find the will power to.
All I feel like doing is staying and catching up with sleep. Maybe I've finally turned into one of those lovely, conservative, good Ceylonese girls my mother dearest is constantly raving about. Yeah right, whom am I trying to kid. I guess it's just my body’s way of telling that I need to give it a break. I spent the whole of yesterday and today in hibernation, only emerging from my room once of twice a day, alternating between reading and sleep.
Maybe I really am I nerd deep down and all I want to do is bury myself in books. Not academic textbooks, I'm not that far gone, but rather murder mysteries, chick lit (I love it don't diss it) and whatever-else tickles my fancy. I really have strange interests cause I found myself reading this non-fiction book about extra-terrestrials and I lost track of time, reading till the wee hours of morning and then freaking myself out by staring out of my window, but then again I've never been entirely normal.
Indulging my anti-social tendencies has never felt this great. Spending hours on the phone with Sanki, Neets, Justice and Nat. It's crazy really - crazy that feel so content lounging on my bed, devouring novel after novel. I feel like a chick flick, might drag my arse down to the video rental store later. Ugh. I feel like such a pig.
It's just a phase. Really.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Three. Two. One. Ahlians in saris <3
And I really am a faliure dancer. Heh. Shizzazz.
Bollywood Babe-ettes. <3
As you can see I can never get married. Because my mother insists that I have an Indian ceremony and seeing how pathetically I wear a sari, I am never going to survive one. That sari thing fell of a gazillion times… ahh whatever. Justice called so I’m off to talk him. Byeee!
<3
Friday, July 28, 2006
It’s such a languid, lethargic Saturday and I really can't be motivated to pretty up and go party so I guess you've got to put up with my rubbish. I finally finished reading Handmaid's tale and its' not half bad (though why I finish the book after the test eludes me).
O (ffred) ppressed.
Take a walk
Through a lonely mind
Sift through darkness
See what you find
Echoed promises
As we clench at dirt
A whisper of wishes
Lost for words
Mumble. Mumble.
As the repressed speak
Fuck the system
Freedom we’ll seek
Drive a dagger
Through a heartless cavity
Blood stained hands
For all to see
Hidden amongst the seams
Of reality in dystopia
The burden of future
Future generations we'll bear
A prayer for an awakening
For this nightmare to end
Flashbacks but an escape
Out souls we'll duly fend
Temptation to give in
Buy into their lies
Forget about the past
Oh how time flies by
Rush of adrenaline
Escape so near
Blaring sirens
The route to freedom so clear
Enveloped in darkness
Pitter patter of running feet
Strain for a whisper goodbye
Drowned out by pounding heartbeat
Then all is black.
Take a walk
Through a lonely mind
Sift through darkness
See what you find
A vicious cycle
Time knows no bound
Chauvinism reigns
It’s all around.
fin
***
And when it gets hard to breathe.
Friday, July 14, 2006
Liar
It rattles about at the very depths of your conscience; co-present in your mind, while you go about the random mundane things that life forces you into. Oh black fear. Scream a whisper, a plea for release from clenched warps yet it falls on deaf ears. And they point at you and chant.
"Liar. Liar. Liar." Hot tears of unfounded shame; for you now you are undeserving spill forth. Clinging to your eyelashes and slipping down your cheeks, blazing a trail of guilt down your heated skin.
"Liar. Liar. Liar." The words echo in your empty cavity, resounding on the walls of your mind, carving themselves into your being.
"Liar." Etched in your mind.
***
Would i ever lie to you?
