what would life be if i could sleep-write?

I'd become a somniscribe.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

I find ROFL or ROFTL inappropriate to use while chatting. I have never really rolled on the floor laughing (at least on chat). Secondly, because you can't type in ROFL while you are ROFL. It is just not possible. Why can't there be a simpler solution like NFCL?

Once you ignore, the chemical compound resemblance in the abbreviation, you will realize it is a wonderful solution and possibly closer to the truth... Nearly Fell of the Chair Laughing.

But wait, it isn't as dramatic. Rats!

"All the (nearly) best ideas in the world come to you when you are sleeping. True story."

Sunday, September 18, 2011

reasons why procrastination is better...
#79: my pencils never have a blunt end


Wednesday, August 31, 2011

reasons why procrastination is better than getting a life
#80: it is the easiest thing to do


Friday, July 15, 2011

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Tuesday, February 22, 2011

relationships are tricky... 
ones who have it are constantly insecure and the rest are jealous of them.
relationships are a vicious circus and i miss the jokers, the acrobats, the jugglers, the fire breathers, the cougars, the human cannonballs and the ringmaster. but life would be quite bland if there isn't someone to make us want to bend the rules, keep us at the edge of our seats and make us cry till we laugh and vice-versa. to all heartbreakers and menders happy belated valentine's day!

Saturday, February 05, 2011

Self Discovery

Some people resort to chocolate ice cream, some to cigarettes, most to alcohol, a few to narcotics, a fair number to chocolates, a certain group to meditation, the quietly affected to music, the pious ones to a god, a saint or a guru... what do i resort to? water, warm water. When I feel sad, I drink water. I always knew there was something about me that attracted me to me, I think it's my uncanny ability to choose the most unusual of quirks.

Wednesday, February 02, 2011

i started a 500 days countdown 450 days back after i watched the movie 500 days of summer. it always amuses me to looked back at things that happened a year ago and i think about the things that have changed around me. so it got me thinking and i decided to see what will happen if i kept a tab of this time. so i know why things changed and how they changed and in hope that something truly magical would happen at the end of these 500 days. yea, i tend to find a little drama and add a bit fantasy in life. what the use of living if you can let imagination have it's way.

more than the countdown, another aspect of the movie fascinates me. here is a description of summer by the narrator: "the girl, summer finn of shinnecock, michigan, did not share this belief. since the disintegration of her parent's marriage she'd only love two things. the first was her long dark hair. the second was how easily she could cut it off and not feel a thing." 

let me explain. i wanted to cut something off. something of an emotional relevance. it was upsetting me. but it was something i had to do. instead of dealing with my head, i decided to cut my nails. my long reasonably well-kept lady-like feature. after i cut them all into an awfully unfeminine juvenile form, i thought to myself, this will grow again. and i suddenly remembered summer's description... the eloquently-speaking community will call this an epiphany. i realized it's a human tendency to mimic an emotional feeling we experience into a physical menial activity.

there is a funny coincidence i just found out. my countdown began on the 8th of november 2009. tom meet summers for the first time on the 8th of january. interesting isn't it?

one more thing, i remember mentioning it in one of my previous posts. oh well, i do not want to mention that again. anyway if you've managed to reach the end of this post, please put in a word, share an experience, dissimilar the better, we'd have something to talk about. maybe you should start a countdown... or find a letter in upper case in this post.