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Sweeter than a drop of blood on a sugarcube.
I have this on-going crush on a very attractive young woman who rides the same bus as I do when I head off to work in the morning morning. I have never spoken to her and our only interaction has been when she said "Excuse me" when she had to get off the bus the one time we sat together. I have no idea what her name is and have never seen her ( Read more... ) -
Acrylic afternoons.
Music I've been enjoying recently:
M.I.A./Diplo - Piracy Funds Terrorism
-- Yeah, I'm awfully late on this one. I am particularly in love with Bingo, what with its cricket references and such. I also enjoy Pop because it uses the same sample that Chapelle's Show uses.
Ashlee Simpson - Boyfriend
-- Not as good as, say, Autobiography, La La or even ( Read more... ) -
Think about the blood that's pumping keeping you alive.
It's rather appropriate that I've been feeling a bit lonely the past couple of days, although lonely might not be the correct word. What I mean to say is that it's appropriate that I've been spending so much time alone and no longer trying to rely on others, or at least relying on them to a lesser extent ( Read more... ) -
Elvis Costello's "The Beat" always reminds me of Graham Greene's "Brighton Rock".
Whenever I roll out of bed twenty minutes before I have to leave for work, I never bother to shower, moisturise or scruff. Of course, on the first day back after the holiday weekend, I did indeed roll out of bed late. I showed up at work with my hair feeling disgusting and greasy, although I quite like the way it feels when I don't wash it or put ( Read more... ) -
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I've pretty much been spending all of my time either at work or holed up at home. In the past couple of days, I've taken that to a further extreme by holing up in my room while listening to albums I haven't listened to in ages, such as The Cure's Head on the Door or the P.U.N.K. Girl EP by Heavenly. I've been reading articles about comparative ( Read more... ) -
Never use our brain or we'll suss the game.
Accidentally I
Charm you and tell you
Of the boys I hate, all the girls I hate
All the words I hate, all the clothes I hate
How I'll never be anything I hate
You smile, mention something that you like
Oh, how you'd have a happy life
If you did the things you like
-- Franz Ferdinand, Dark of the MatinéeIt's Tuesday night out West and I'm preparing ( Read more... ) -
...around the Bay of Biscay and back for tea.
I woke at three thirty in the morning to the sound of something crashing down from my ceiling. I was confused for a moment, but soon figured out that the lanterns hung above my television finally stopped resisting gravity and found their way to the carpeting. I grumbled in my sleep and thought about how annoying it would be to have to come home ( Read more... ) -
Let's sift through the haze of the past seven days.
The rain pouring off one corner of our blue house as I held my Lancome umbrella in my right arm. I co-ordinated to look blue-orange, but no one would notice, as I was buttoned up with (another) football scarf around my neck. The rain didn't pour and in fact, it didn't even form heavy drops as they fell of tree branches. I felt fooled, carrying ( Read more... ) -
Maybe someday I will get lost in an Indian city by the sea.
How much Dina Aunty relished her memories. Mummy and Daddy were the same, talking about their yesterdays and smiling in that sad-happy way while selecting each picture, each frame from the past, examining it lovingly before it vanished again in the mist. But nobody ever forgot anything, not really, though sometimes they pretended, when it ( Read more... ) -
After all... tomorrow is another day.
It comes and goes in waves and sometimes I'm surprised at how okay I feel. The morning was difficult and I had to wipe the tears from my eyes when the refridgerator delivery men came back to pick up the cell phone they had left behind. I've been talking constantly, although I'm not sure if I've said anything. Sometimes I get tired of talking, of ( Read more... )