Life has become strange. Its strange to hear when people start playing russian roulette with their relationship. The thrill of chase, the thrill of taking chances, the thrill of having another notch on their bed post, I suppose. Wonder what happened to trust. Wonder what happened to forever ever together. Sometimes its like a musical chair the way partners are changed. Why are we so weak that for moment that we are willing to give up everything that we believe in? Its strange to hear your own principles mock at you. Its strange to hear your own trust in someone shatter. Funny, how they can move on without conscience. Like in russian roulette someone has to die, someone has to win. Who will win? Who will kill this relationship beyond saving?
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Honestly, the theme is making me sick too. All I need to do is change the colors like some of the blogs I have been complaining about, and I am sure I will take the award for the ugliest blog. Seriously thinking of changing to wordpress.
ps- still in experimenting mood.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
I have an alter ego. Its the other voice provoking and questioning me. Its there with its ever cynical view of life and world. Its there to keep me sane sometimes. Its there to beat the odds. Its there to make me survive.
My alter ego if ever came to life is a person with red lipstick, wears rakish hat that beats all the hats of Kate Middleton's wedding guests, killer black heels, with a cigarette in one hand. She is cynical, waspish and takes no prisoner attitude. If provoked she’d have you for breakfast. She is fast, she is loose, she sees world through jaded eyes, she is old soul. And now, I have no idea where I am heading with this piece.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Maybe, I should tell them? Or not.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Kite Runner is one of those rare book which has found a keeper on your shelf. I am very selective of what I decide to keep and definitely this one has found its place on my shelf along with other books like Catcher in the Rye, To kill a mockingbird, Ayn Rand beautiful book like Fountain Head. Not to mention my highly scandalized book like Karma sutra-to utter mortification of my family. My half missing set of Harry Potter, etc. Now, I am almost scared to pick up the sequel Thousand Splendid Sun. I need a rest, my heart needs a rest, I need to drown in mindless romance to forget Amir’s journey, I need happily ever after with no one dying, I need…to forget I am human too and life is not bed of roses.