much must be said about today. it's nearing the end of my thesis and i find myself contemplating what have i acquired in this long and painful journey from amateur to an-inch-less-of-an-amateur ( Read more... )

we make our own ghosts. wow, listen to me chomping down on facts and figures, digesting them and spitting all of it out in some high-flown crap on the pretext of understanding the issues. well, of course i don't. people die in famines. Bono and Bob, excuse me, SIR Bob Geldof tells us everyday, every year. we must watch in auto-repeat, replay, ad ( Read more... )

we are always the better for it. it never gets easier and always hurts bad the same, the same everytime.

the only way one could fall in love is foolishly.

i was coerced to have yet an umpteenth blog floating around which i might not really use ( Read more... )