You became someone else
When you smiled for someone else
You died and can never be yourself again
You're not real, nor are your emotions
Your thought is borrowed
So are your devotions
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Sunday, December 25, 2005
In the shadows...
...of my mind
5 hours and 2 movies* later my head feels heavy – heavier than lead. A wasted day – my conscience is guilty – guilt, I’m doomed to. And my dreams are as troubled as my conscience. Maybe I’ll never be able to shrug it off; hopefully it’ll wash off like a bad dream. But this feeling is so part of me now. It haunts me without reason, even. Even on a well deserved vacation’s lazy Sunday afternoon when I’m chilling at home lying around watching TV it’ll slowly creep up from behind like the camera in those ghost movies and breath down my neck, drumming in my head “you’re not supposed to be wasting your life like this, you’re supposed to getting some work done. There must be some unfinished thing-to-do!” Whirr and whirr it goes on in my head and I cringe with the motion sickness like uneasiness that makes me want to puke. But I just lie there still, unmoving like a tub of lard.
Too disgustingly graphic ? Depressions do good to writing skills eh :D
Claimer: Some line have been lifted from music currently playing: Behind blue eyes – the who, in the shadows – The Rasmus.
*Bourne Supremacy followed by Gothika.
5 hours and 2 movies* later my head feels heavy – heavier than lead. A wasted day – my conscience is guilty – guilt, I’m doomed to. And my dreams are as troubled as my conscience. Maybe I’ll never be able to shrug it off; hopefully it’ll wash off like a bad dream. But this feeling is so part of me now. It haunts me without reason, even. Even on a well deserved vacation’s lazy Sunday afternoon when I’m chilling at home lying around watching TV it’ll slowly creep up from behind like the camera in those ghost movies and breath down my neck, drumming in my head “you’re not supposed to be wasting your life like this, you’re supposed to getting some work done. There must be some unfinished thing-to-do!” Whirr and whirr it goes on in my head and I cringe with the motion sickness like uneasiness that makes me want to puke. But I just lie there still, unmoving like a tub of lard.
Too disgustingly graphic ? Depressions do good to writing skills eh :D
Claimer: Some line have been lifted from music currently playing: Behind blue eyes – the who, in the shadows – The Rasmus.
*Bourne Supremacy followed by Gothika.
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Enter Sandman
Sand flowing out of my ears, sand in my pants, sand going crunch between my teeth, sand on my face.
Where have I been?
Well, the desert of course!
What have I been doing?
'Sand boarding' down a dune or to admit honestly 'tumbling' would be a more apt verb to use here :D.
How do you sand board?
You first buy a ticket to the Swiss Alps, throw snow in the eyes of a swiss man, steal his board and fly back to Dubai (or any other desert land) or you can just go on a Desert Safari with all your friends for 85 die-rums only.
What do u even see in a desert safari? different types of snakes, birds of prey and camels?
Nah none of that!!! No, no this is not at all like an African Safari. Ok, there are camels there, but they come all dressed up for the occasion with crotia muzzels and jhumkaas. What you also see in a desert Safari more importantly is The Belly Dancer, who also shows you how to make a move or two.
So you think I can get some action at a desert Safari?
If being tossed around senseless, with 6 other people within the confines of a re-inforced SUV when the whole thrill is about the surprise element of the rollercoaster ride because you have no idea what the maniac at the wheel is going to do next, is your idea of action, then yes action is the agenda. This activity by the way is referred to as ‘Dune Bashing’, comes highly recommended. I say go on as many rounds as you can!!! Errr…just don’t eat too much before you get into the car.
Whatelse ?
Bah! You’re just not satisfied easy, are you! What you can also do at the desert safari is recreate you’re beach volleyball experience minus the music of the waves crashing, dress up like a girl if you are a guy, organize party games that involve collecting junk like toffee wrappers and sunglasses, tug-off wars, tying balloons to you’re shoes, stepping on you’re friends toes …errr...alll this is optional … enjoy a barbecue under the moonlight, dance like an idiot till you drop and last but not the least strike a pose and flash a smile when the photographer comes by.
Where have I been?
Well, the desert of course!
What have I been doing?
'Sand boarding' down a dune or to admit honestly 'tumbling' would be a more apt verb to use here :D.
How do you sand board?
You first buy a ticket to the Swiss Alps, throw snow in the eyes of a swiss man, steal his board and fly back to Dubai (or any other desert land) or you can just go on a Desert Safari with all your friends for 85 die-rums only.
What do u even see in a desert safari? different types of snakes, birds of prey and camels?
Nah none of that!!! No, no this is not at all like an African Safari. Ok, there are camels there, but they come all dressed up for the occasion with crotia muzzels and jhumkaas. What you also see in a desert Safari more importantly is The Belly Dancer, who also shows you how to make a move or two.
So you think I can get some action at a desert Safari?
If being tossed around senseless, with 6 other people within the confines of a re-inforced SUV when the whole thrill is about the surprise element of the rollercoaster ride because you have no idea what the maniac at the wheel is going to do next, is your idea of action, then yes action is the agenda. This activity by the way is referred to as ‘Dune Bashing’, comes highly recommended. I say go on as many rounds as you can!!! Errr…just don’t eat too much before you get into the car.
Whatelse ?
Bah! You’re just not satisfied easy, are you! What you can also do at the desert safari is recreate you’re beach volleyball experience minus the music of the waves crashing, dress up like a girl if you are a guy, organize party games that involve collecting junk like toffee wrappers and sunglasses, tug-off wars, tying balloons to you’re shoes, stepping on you’re friends toes …errr...alll this is optional … enjoy a barbecue under the moonlight, dance like an idiot till you drop and last but not the least strike a pose and flash a smile when the photographer comes by.
Sunday, December 04, 2005
High Spirits
City lights twinkling softly as you gaze downwards from the 24th floor of the Jumeirah Beach tower. Street lights streaking across like golden ribbons, intricately crisscrossing. A draft from the Arabian Sea blows against your face piercing your skin like icy needles, ruffling through your hair, rustling, sending a spasm down your spine and in the schism of the all enveloping darkness of the night you’re transported to another dimension. You’re with friends with wo've let their guard down with a little help from the alcohol in theirs and your systems. Some pouring their hearts out, others listening genuinely and you’re smiling away to glory. You’re not drunk, you’re happy.
Suddenly it all shatters as if ‘The Rock’ had entered the rink. The discontinuity between my mundane existence and the subliminality of this moment so seriously disrupted my perception of reality that being woken up with a jerk at 6 AM next morning, even before the sun decided to show up, was mental trauma beyond human endurance. I survived.
Suddenly it all shatters as if ‘The Rock’ had entered the rink. The discontinuity between my mundane existence and the subliminality of this moment so seriously disrupted my perception of reality that being woken up with a jerk at 6 AM next morning, even before the sun decided to show up, was mental trauma beyond human endurance. I survived.
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