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Rain is building outside
the window panes feel the heat
watching as it rises from the ground
he will not talk to her

arguments in silence
white flowers fall in the breeze
she will look when he does not
but the bridge will not be crossed

energy builds deep within without
eyes meet and fade
the first shades of grey bleed outside
a storm is coming

predictability is the key
distances fade
he can feel her leg touch his as they sit side by side
who will go first?

the breeze smells of earth and ichor
carrying with it stories of ages past
watching another build again
she smiles, fighting the urge to not let him see
his lips curl as the conversation unsaid meanders on

Young lovers in another page of our time
touching not touching locked in an eternal dance
should i shouldn't i but oh how much i love you

rain building outside
the windowpanes feel the heat
watching as it rises fromthe ground
his lips touch hers

the rain begins to fall. Read more.

we need to talk

tell me what love is
loving you
loving me

he loves her
she loves him
she loves her?
or he loves him?

untouched unsullied and beautiful
touched broken and tainted
would you still love me when the morning comes?

set free would i return
this life which holds my shades of blue
this love which no one holds true
i kiss i touch i hold you dear
no lust here the skies are red as they rain in their fury

we walk the path and i walk behind
shadows and boogeymen abound and we have our spears
but will you use yours?
sticks and stones and words they hurt
but i will protect you in any which way i can

it rains down diamonds they are cold and hard and pure
i see her pick up and admire the shine
it shines against the blackest black of her hair and my hand bleeds against the carbon
when we fall into pools of perspective who shall drown?

the water will fill my lungs but i will learn to breathe
i will see the others fall because soon the flood will come
the world will end and the rainbows shall dissolve the sky
and i shall skim the beams of color with you and your ilk
because once the realities which some run from and we try to change
will make the sky and the earth one
melding our consciousness with the soil we can touch with our fingertips
and nobody shall be alone ever again. Read more.

when the heart is yearning

hot dust green leaves mosquitoes
we all fall down
songs from the past take on new meaning
everyone has their stories

i fall down further along paths i take
there is dark
there is also light
learning something new everyday
the tunnel is widening

his life my life our life
love hope friend sex touch
words mean so much and so little at the same time

guitars crashing drumming like raindrops into the joins of my mind
a storm is coming and i want to break
something
scream aloud and mean nothing

something for its sake
and nothing else
there is no secondary signification
i will wait for the real
and i will kiss it when i die. Read more.

fuel when i burrrrrrrn

Listening to: FC Kahuna - Hayling

Like whoa.

Like HELLAWhoa. I mean you have ragging, and then you have ragging. Whoever thought that the good ol' alma mater had prepared us for the world in terms of inter student violence has a whole new think coming.

There was yelling. Special yelling for the inglorious basterds (read a few of the animation dept, including le moi, and goofy adorable batchmate mentioned in prior post, and a bunch of the film and graphics people) who DARED TO GO OUT ON FINAL hAZING DAY and EAT DINNER AT A RESTAURANT! Grrrrah!

So the long and short of it, us 'elitist' SOBs were stood out in front of all in the basketball court and given a thorough yelling. And not just regular yelling, the kind that gives your eardrums a '^#%&^@%!!!!!' kind of feeling yelling.
So we were told to give up our watches and our cellphones and stand there. the standing turned into a jog which morphed into a run. All the new freshers were herded into a sandpit and told to SIT THE FUCK DOWN AND LOOK DOWN GRAAH!! So we did.

Buckets of water fell from the sky and
(a) soaked us to the bone
(b) flung up all the sandpit into our respective persons.

And then all the horrifying seniors came up to us and went WELCOME TO [insert collname] and hugged the shit out of our soaked and dirty persons!!!

I mean fooking bleedin' hell!!! After that we learnt garba, which is like our college effing dance and had a thoroughly enjoyable bloody time!!! :D Every damn guy who'd come up and scared the shit out of me (which includes this incredibly hottie PG senior menioned in prior post) came up, apologised and was an incredibly dashy sweetheart!

End of part 01. Do remember to hold onto your hats though folks, we shall return to part 02 hellasoon! Read more.

i wanna hold your hand

Listening to: Symphonic Led Zeppelin - All My Love

Read Niel Gaiman's tweets a few minutes ago, and he talks of how his daughter (may) be wanting to run off with David Tennant. Two things came to mind -
1. Who the hell is David Tennant?
2. What would a daughter of a famous guy do once she realises that there are probably an gazillion bazillion crazy-ass quite a few women in the age group of 18-40 who would most likely want to have crazy wild sex with 'enthusiastically' meet their dad?

'Tis a thought is it not? *wink wink* Oh and after googling, David Tennant looks like a weak nerdy boy. Not impressive at all. Random thought: maybe if I put up enough pictures on my blog, people will drop by.

But the famous dad thing, it's a valid point eh? I mean what if their little friends catch some old movie/tv show and suddenly start seeing DAD in a whole new light? I mean not as a dad, but as Sexy-Actor-Man?

Famous dad-daughters who are SO going to have a problem (mouse hover for name):




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The origin of storms

Listening to: Phantom Planet - California

So it was a decidedly busy weekend. Bill-ishness done. Fridge atocked up with people-food (no more leftover mixing nigtmares thank God). There was old friend meeting, wedding gift buying, relationship counselling...

I really don't know how I end up in those situations though. Must have some sort of talent for seeking out people with strange relationship issues. Maybe I should charge. :P

Cupboard finally looking human, warm clothes put away, and clothes actually FINDABLE again. SO MUCH WORK TO DO! People to call, tickets to reserve, GAH! I hate being responsible. I want a butler. Also have to buy D a whiskey tumbler. And have to start d/l-ing Angel S5. Season 4 is kicking ass all over the place.

Very tired after all the wedding-ing. So tired. Must not fall. asleep. at. desk. Going to catch a latte. Cannot wait for Wolverine. Thou art HottieGod Hugh Jackman. Go listen to Metallica - Astronomy. Read more.

please dont put your life in the hands

Listening to: Oasis - Carry Us All

Last things googled:

1. teeth chipping
2. calcium foods
3. Iron Maiden 666 movie

Apparently I am a calcium obsessed Maiden fan. Dear Gods :P And you know what? Figs are TASTY! I rewatched Iron Man yesterday. Man that movie is so kickass. If Robert Downey were here, I;d smother him in hugs for coming back on tv. Future plans include watching the Singing Detective. Been trying to find a good torrent for months, and thankfully now that all fourteen year olds are all like ZOMG RDJ drool I actually did. So hooray for snarky movies with singing!

Also looking forward to Sherlock Holmes. Guy Ritchie. Although Swept Away was totally BLEAAARGH. I mean Madonna was cute with the buck teeth in her youth but now, it's like there's no way in hell you'd make it with that hot guy in real life. NO freaking way.

I have to go buy a wedding gift. Sheesh. It's harder than it looks too. :( My social calendar is all filled up, and I'm not one of those people who're all YAY!Parties! I'm more Like GAAAHHaveToTALKTOPEOPLEIDONTKNOW! It'd be fun if I could go out with the few people I DID want to, but social obligations. Meh. Social obligations will be the death of me. Noel Gallagher singing Don't Look Back in Anger is a great solution though.

I swear that guy has a voice like honey and basil and sunshine. If I could, I'd get him to read me everything I possibly had to read. In his singy voice. Not his regular sassy-voice :D Dang I'm going to have to give up my thing for snarky boys. Although if you do think about it, snarky boys are disgustingly rare. Why is that?

And I mean GOOD snarky boys. Not ones who think they're all awesome and rebellious but are just idiots who don't how far they've got their feet up their mouths. I think girls should just claim rights over sarcasm. Thought up a great idea looking at WMPlayer's 'Random' display thingy. AND IT WAS A HAPPY PIC!! Not one of those doused in black things I keep drawing.

I should have that display on all the time. Earlier it was all 'ooooh amoebaaaa'. I did not just say that out loud. Bleh.

I think Marten's Worry Hat is just the cutest. I want to cuddle people like him. Going now. Read more.