I want to be beside you every moment.

To feel your presence in my life.

To fill that void in my heart.

To bring me peace of mind.

That's all I pray for.

incomplete

You are me and I am you. We are one.
The idea of dystopia we imagine?

I am myself and you are yourself. We are one but not the same.
The perfect idea of love made real?

I like to fight but not when people fight against me.
I like the rain but not when it rains on me.
I like the laughter but not when it laughs at me.
I like you but not what you are to me.
I feel you, do you feel thee?

Prophetic words

Considering that everything happens for a Reason, there are some things better left unsaid.

We're never gonna survive unless, we get a little crazy,

No! we're never gonna survive unless, we are a little crazy........

http://www.wat.tv/video/seal-crazy-glkz_g694_.html

Note of self

• You can never keep all your friends happy. This is the reason why I shy away from big public functions, where your thrust into crowds of friends with conflicting loyalties. There are plans and then there are more plans. And by the end of it all, you're lost, dazed and confused. You wonder if you have really come out just to keep your friends happy, knowing that it does not necessarily mean you're happy. Uuuffff! the perils of socialising.
• When you're high- don't talk, shut up and listen. No! actually that's a very bad idea. Just staring into someone's face, making eye contact and smiling doesn't fool anyone.
• I feel stupid, not knowing what to say or how to react when called a BITCH. I am like DuH, really??!!

Okay, it's official you're so full of shit, get over it!

I am telling YOU that I will get into my old 26-inch jeans. And this time it will get up my thighs and ass. Mark my words.

I am no longer tempted by the sight of colourful chips packets. This is a triumph for me, a little battle won. Isn't life all about unsaid acts of heroism?

Let me tell you a little secret to happiness, it's something as superficial as makeup. Don't smirk your face, I'm not as shallow as you think I am. If there is ever a day you want to feel Viva Glam, beatify yourself with makeup. Trust me, it remains one of the eternal truths of a good life.

http://www.maccosmetics.com/

Head blank. Body heavy under its own weight. Drifting along like a lonely cloud, knowing not rain or sunshine. On and on, round and round, in that same rhythm, in that same circle of life.

These days will merge into years, into many years, into a lifetime. Yet what will I remember from it all?

---------Possibly nothing------------

:)

You walk away and I get on the bus. We glance at each other and we know that we're just a phone call away. But so many things remain unsaid. Yet we choose to walk on.

All that I will remember of today is the image of a lush green maidan set against a clear blue sky. While I passed it in a taxi, I kept saying to myself such a perfect day. Only that I couldn't spend it with you in that spot of beauty right in the middle of the city. With the grass tickling our feet and the open sky above our heads, wouldn't it be lovely??

Discover your drug

I have found mine. A lethal combination of Portishead, Thievery Corporation, Zero 7, Frou Frou, Amy Winehouse, Massive Attack and Telepopmusik all stirred up in a heavy dose of adrenaline rush. Jiyo mama!

SOS

I had a massive attack of flu last evening, that has left me decapacitated. I slept for more than 15 hours and I still feel like a zombie, drugged out of my wits. I get these fits at least once a week, forcing me to pop some seriously strong pills. I have tried both homeopathy and allopathy medication, which have failed miserably on me. The only resort is our lord God, please fix me!

Try keeping yourself happy

I'm listening to music and relaxing at home, after a hectic day of politicking at work. It's no good talking about work cause it always brings you down. My body feels bloated and pregnant in its monthly ritual and wants some pampering. So I got myself a huge piece of chocolate mudpie cake to salivate on. Now, I'm on a sugar rush, riding the high and letting go.

Music from : Frou Frou. Let Go. Perfect Timing.

Is this an idea of togetherness?

I believe in you, yet trust doesn't come easily. You love me yet actions fall short of words. This universe is ours, yet we can't seem to conspire to make it work for us. If this a struggle within, then redemption for lonely souls can never be far behind.