tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54900802011-04-22T01:54:58.133+05:30friends r people too...SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.comBlogger3301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-87624548689658563262009-03-28T01:13:00.001+05:302009-03-28T01:14:58.751+05:30

sometimes, i think.yeah, i do.yeah, yeah. ok. but i still do.well... at least... well... i think i do... does that count?

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-36800927780936497632008-01-18T20:03:00.000+05:302008-01-18T20:07:48.584+05:30

Ever tried an online auction for something you've got and don't want anymore? Well, don't. Do the old-fashioned thing and sell it at a loss at some shop near you, instead.There's eBay, which suspends your account when you create an ID. Reinstate? Requires a photocopy of what you submitted to the visa guys the last time you tried to go stateside. Safe? Wana bet?Hurts. That for all your trust in

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-52392954851699282532007-04-23T23:37:00.000+05:302007-04-23T23:40:16.831+05:30

You can't settle for a woman who bores you or fails to stir your blood, no matter how fair her face.But how can you hold the interest of one more behind than beauty?

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-27375531022958425212007-03-12T22:18:00.000+05:302007-03-12T22:20:34.086+05:30

Yep, risen. Ashes, even sackcloth might have been. But no more. Now it's bright bird with sparky tail.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1156179682996783542006-08-21T22:29:00.000+05:302006-08-21T22:31:23.013+05:30

wish I'd known of this. You'd think they could advertise... But anyway, such are prelim. results. Disheartening at best.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1156179130869405892006-08-21T22:21:00.000+05:302006-08-21T22:22:10.883+05:30

Been sad since India blocked our interaction, bloggo baby. But now I'm here, never fear.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1152939915662343922006-07-15T10:32:00.000+05:302006-07-15T10:35:15.673+05:30

Just to keep things alive.Look at justice and freedom and the "Indian way", which is down n down n down...They say I'm great at what I do, shake my hand, offer the meaningless platitude by the bushel. Pay? Nickels. Power? None, they bring someone on board to "supervise".So much for this stint. I'm off.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1144687116736093842006-04-10T22:06:00.000+05:302006-04-10T22:08:38.286+05:30

Overheard in the cafeteria:You make the curd-rice I'm eating taste GoooodThwack!Really happened, folks. So some people do watch movies, eh?

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1144393817760280372006-04-07T12:39:00.000+05:302006-04-07T12:40:17.760+05:30

Life offers you many moments to comment on. Pity not everyone spends their time only commenting.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1144393732485659442006-04-07T12:36:00.000+05:302006-04-07T12:38:52.500+05:30

Someone once attended a wedding and thought it a great idea to get a take-home gift. And here we are saddled with coconuts to this very day.Someone once thought the sari should be nine yards long. And woe to the bride who's too sleepy to make all those yards stick!Someone once thought... well, actually, a lot of people still think... that weddings are parties. Ho hum.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1138712772345083142006-01-31T18:33:00.000+05:302006-01-31T18:36:12.356+05:30

Hey! Been a while!Yea.Wot u been doin?Nothin much.Quiet, arentcha?Yea.But why?Donno.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1136006575009047372005-12-31T10:51:00.000+05:302005-12-31T10:52:55.020+05:30

...And all those mails n wishes n calls...Now here's wishin ME a very happy break to usher in 2006!!!

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1135849494934717852005-12-29T15:09:00.000+05:302005-12-29T15:14:54.943+05:30

So much for cheer n chips.Christmas happened, cooked like one possessed, ate like the half-starved.And so?New Year's coming, will meet friends n party, and meet folks n be nice.And so?Ho hum. The seasons change n enthu drops to all-time low. Is this what they call a hangover, I wonder?

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1135344377784405032005-12-23T18:53:00.000+05:302005-12-23T18:56:17.796+05:30

http://www.buynothingchristmas.org/Yes, well. And how exactly do you sell this to a peoples who haven't had a gift in years, haven't been able to buy their kids any? This may be the only chance they have to sit in a warm church and get someone else's old winter boots. So, Canada, back to killin cows you don't need to avoid dropping price?

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1135149168747605642005-12-21T12:26:00.000+05:302005-12-21T12:43:46.630+05:30

Sigh. Can't sleep. Too damn quiet. Snowing too much, too.Spent all night panning dustbins 'coz the handouts were so few yesterday. My prime spot in front of the subway exit, too. Fought for that spot, fought hand and tooth with that monkey with the black muffler and his sidekick. They wanted it, they wanted it to raise a little more for the bottle. But I got it! I did! I bit and scratched and

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1132850815136691832005-11-24T22:16:00.000+05:302005-11-24T22:16:55.136+05:30

...And once again, one falls all the way in love. Here's to good whisky!

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1132850765535957842005-11-24T22:13:00.000+05:302005-11-24T22:16:05.546+05:30

How'd she put the angular hairpin?

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1132580672432793032005-11-21T19:08:00.000+05:302005-11-21T19:14:32.443+05:30

Take some time over spell-checks in the mail.Look both ways before you cross the street....And always wear galoshes when swishing in yesterday's rain puddles. You never know what memories catch you unawares.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1132219476197258792005-11-17T14:53:00.000+05:302005-11-17T14:54:36.206+05:30

Very relative.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1132218669877716122005-11-17T14:39:00.000+05:302005-11-17T14:41:09.886+05:30

slow wind-down... like a doll with noone turnin the key...the week's worth of excitement packed into the first half,the rest I must limp through with all the finesse of a wet noodle...So too is it when life takes a flying leap.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1132046765029639652005-11-15T14:54:00.000+05:302005-11-15T14:56:05.030+05:30

All coz the weather's changed and there's a nip in the air. And the quilt's come out of storage.And also coz... well, the weather's changed and the air's quite a bit nicer, too.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1132046506297494852005-11-15T14:46:00.000+05:302005-11-15T14:54:06.736+05:30

Tired and sleepy and drained.Week off in Bangalore. Lotsa whisky, wine and song.No sleep, though.Then maniacal work to make up for week off in Bangalore.Then weekend. With local chapter of whisky and song.Still no sleep.Gonna take a little boat into the ocean...Gonna see the seagull scream and swoop...Gonna lie back and watch the cloud castles build...And fall fast asleep.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1132046139468918062005-11-15T14:41:00.000+05:302005-11-15T14:45:39.476+05:30

Colors. Lotsa them. Swirlin together.Some dreams gather them up and give them to you. And some days you can't wait to wake up from your dreams, coz you know you'll see the colors gathered up for you right here in the real world.To people who find me colors. Muah!

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1130524356222299052005-10-29T00:01:00.000+05:302005-10-29T00:02:36.223+05:30

Mind and body, in unity.Mind and body, striving for that same blessed space.Mind and body.... asleep.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1130524273924933332005-10-28T23:59:00.000+05:302005-10-29T00:01:13.943+05:30

A blessed moment when the player dies on someone's too-loud headphones.A false pause in someone's tired phone conversation.A time between thoughts on someone's aging keyboard.Ah, life after-hours. At work, at the office, on the "chair".

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1129834719913420482005-10-21T00:27:00.000+05:302005-10-21T00:28:39.913+05:30

It's breakable, did you know? Now I do.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1129834666597092722005-10-21T00:26:00.000+05:302005-10-21T00:27:46.596+05:30

Nice name. Bit disconcerting to learn it means "tamarind" in some other land. Yuck. Unromantic.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1129834505257165392005-10-21T00:21:00.000+05:302005-10-21T00:25:05.256+05:30

One of my best memories is walking into this little pub... one I'd not been to coz of hospitals n other shit... and getting a napkin-rose from the bartender. A thanks for getting back, and welcome.Lovely paper rose.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1129834238283025052005-10-21T00:19:00.000+05:302005-10-21T00:20:38.283+05:30

How the music plays loudest when you're dropping off to sleep.How the monkey snatches your hat just before the sun shines through the canopy into your eyes.How the moment you think it's over, something more's thrown right at you.Can't seem to laugh.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1129833846793141502005-10-21T00:13:00.000+05:302005-10-21T00:14:06.793+05:30

They don't care. Get that! And stay knowin' it!

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1129833804842305722005-10-21T00:12:00.000+05:302005-10-21T00:13:24.846+05:30

Yep.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1129273882096652662005-10-14T12:35:00.000+05:302005-10-14T12:41:22.096+05:30

Yep, nice word. Better'n calling some things merely travel.Journey duration: 8 hoursTrips at journey's "end": 7 hoursOnward journey duration: 10 hoursTrips at final destination: 23 hoursActual sitting around n tripping the light fantastic (u meet people, u (don't) talk...): 4 hoursSleeping: 4 hoursRecovery time: 24 hoursNice, relaxing little Rajasthan trip over weekend. Yearning for repeat now.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1129273431474742552005-10-14T12:31:00.000+05:302005-10-14T12:33:51.476+05:30

I'd like to make friends at my own pace. Or theirs. But inevitably I'm making friends coz of common loyalties.Bloody disconcerting to know too much about some people. Bloody weird to find out after that: that you're still really strangers, just know each others' undie colors so well...

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1129273258122707552005-10-14T12:26:00.000+05:302005-10-14T12:30:58.130+05:30

Me: Wanna visit Manama.He: A hat?! What?!Me: That's Panama.He: Now that, you could visit. See the Canal. Peru, I think...Me: Deep. But I wanna visit Manama.He: Still don't get where you're headed. How many people d'u know who wanna visit a hat?!Me: Oh, ya. That's what I really wanna do. Visit a hat. Middle Eastern cowboys wear it. Bahrain's a type of shopping, no doubt.I swear this one ain't

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1128583741258791952005-10-06T12:56:00.000+05:302005-10-06T13:00:26.030+05:30

Me: mes dying... just thot i shld tell so u can arrange for fresh carnationsHe: huh?Me: of course donno when mes dying... but it will happen. inevitable, like taxes. its a feeling that pulls at you like sand gets pulled from beneath yr feet at the shoreline... inexorable, bloody sure to happen!He: Rest in peace then.Someday I promise to chat like normal human beings do, about weather and

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1128583403214677582005-10-06T12:50:00.000+05:302005-10-06T12:53:23.466+05:30

If Death can, why can't a poor li'l underpaid corporate cog-in-wheel?Just three days' exchange of lives, me don't even want years of your time. Please to apply quickly before interviewer loses it completely.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1128533321108316482005-10-05T22:56:00.000+05:302005-10-05T22:58:41.116+05:30

Some cultures frown on single-word answers. They prefer the strip-search.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1128531729842359812005-10-05T22:30:00.000+05:302005-10-05T22:32:09.843+05:30

Tried anonymity for a while. Didn't cut it.Tried to rationalize. Didn't fall that way.Some sing, some sway. Not my beat ever.Too true, it's for the birds.Time to show the finger.Here's to CORPORATE LOYALTY!!!

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1128531093887318802005-10-05T22:20:00.000+05:302005-10-05T22:21:33.893+05:30

wednesday-thursday-fridayYep, second half of the week alrite.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1127544105760140692005-09-24T12:07:00.000+05:302005-09-24T12:11:45.776+05:30

When you're with "new" friends, or the people you "hang out" with, you're always doing stuff. Like... frenetic almost. This coffee shop, that pub, the third shopping mall or theater complex... tiring.The better the friend, the less you seem to "do" along those lines. Witness the guy who took his first ever plane ride... to sit in a hotel room drinkin the weekend away with an old friend.I now know

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1126632104423198182005-09-13T22:49:00.000+05:302005-09-13T22:51:44.423+05:30

Raw. Absolutely unfiltered. Ahh, feels good to feel so much again.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1125513364220563962005-09-01T00:05:00.000+05:302005-09-01T00:06:04.220+05:30

This one's for all those long-suffering people who keep forcing me to eat my evening meals.A BIG HUG!!!

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1125513185195360292005-08-31T23:59:00.000+05:302005-09-01T00:03:05.196+05:30

Herbs r for the bathwater. Or other sweet-smelling bowls cluttering the living room. OK, mebbe they also help cure stuff or make stuff tasty n other such mundane things.But... trees r for the soul.Yep. Try it. Sit under one all day. Brilliant!!! Now you know where Newton got it from :)

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1125512969355472332005-08-31T23:58:00.000+05:302005-08-31T23:59:29.356+05:30

Walk the walk.Talk the talk.Someone tell me what the heck they mean?The way you walk is IT, aint?

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1125512873249170262005-08-31T23:55:00.000+05:302005-08-31T23:57:53.256+05:30

Slow music.Wine... or in my case leftover Breezer.Best friend patiently chatting with me in vain hope of sleep in this decade.Yep, this the Life at Midnight.Or was that Evil Dead???

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1125489056956628182005-08-31T17:19:00.000+05:302005-08-31T17:20:56.960+05:30

take me away someplace... for the world here lacks that essential ingredient... which to me defines more of survival than the very oxygen we breathe!

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1125324213950817532005-08-29T19:29:00.000+05:302005-08-29T19:33:33.960+05:30

I wish I could give things away. Things like love. Things like hugs.And wish I could send them at moment's notice anywhere in the world.What a nice world it would be then.But... I do my little bit. Hope it helps.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1124977665902935222005-08-25T19:13:00.000+05:302005-08-25T19:17:45.906+05:30

Gimme a coupla hrs...Just need to work thru the blues...A few more keysAnother tuneAnd hey presto... a new tune to cheer the masses!

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1124973812716856542005-08-25T18:12:00.000+05:302005-08-25T18:13:32.716+05:30

Someone told me a bad mood can last up to 3 days.So much for statistics.I say, cilantro's much more nutritious than asparagus.Prove me wrong.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1124972994258206232005-08-25T17:57:00.000+05:302005-08-25T17:59:54.256+05:30

Glass.All that talk, and no reprieve from the silence.All those people and no shelter from the cold.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1124972836175970282005-08-25T17:53:00.000+05:302005-08-25T17:57:16.193+05:30

Yes. Matched set of parents, requisite sibling, enough friends to while away Saturday evening.Yet... not.For the stories still get spun.And lives entwined don't always make sense together.Lord, what a tangle. And what a set of brilliant colors it contains.Wish I didn't see them all merge into black so often.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1124791746518854372005-08-23T15:35:00.000+05:302005-08-25T18:02:47.916+05:30

ashes to ashes.. dust to dust's the way of the world...life's born expectant, dies repentantworryin bout a life afterthe whole mystic cycle repeats.ashes to ashes.. dust to dust's the way the tide flows, the wind blows..Nice maiden attempt, pal....

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1124721242635260942005-08-22T19:58:00.000+05:302005-08-23T15:20:59.406+05:30

When you stand up at the gate.Facing down that final gunman.Or...When you run free down the fields screaming and whooping.Chasing an eagle or horse or a dog or a rabbit.Isn't it always the same, no matter when or where? Isn't it always singular, when it's a description of your life? No matter whether happy, carefree, or sad n morbid...So then... how can one want to be alone, as though it isn't

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1124720907632009022005-08-22T19:57:00.000+05:302005-08-22T19:58:27.633+05:30

Art.Or Music.Or even... Makin' Love.But NOT relief. Too much. Or too little.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1124713474380915282005-08-22T17:51:00.000+05:302005-08-29T19:38:07.556+05:30

The more the light shines thru me i pretend to close my eyes...The more dark consumes me i pretend i'm burning bright- copied off a chat window." Burning Bright", Shine Down Seems I don't get into new thoughts often enough these days. Somehow don't wanna. Don't wanna know. Don't wanna talk about it, either. And yet... it's nice to follow that new thread into the distance, spot it and reel it back

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1124436853915674522005-08-19T13:03:00.000+05:302005-08-19T13:04:13.923+05:30

Learning this poem by rote.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1124436240371529412005-08-19T12:52:00.000+05:302005-08-19T12:54:00.373+05:30

Winter worlds do cast a snare on the lady's imagination...Wherefore, there, wherefore there, screams are heard therefore.And in their infinite wisdom, they sent me to Bangalore instead. :)

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1124436043311042922005-08-19T12:48:00.000+05:302005-08-19T12:50:43.316+05:30

In a garden of fertile growth,Yet merely throws up more for less effort...Mayhap man in ever-increasing wisdom sawWherefore there are not many more.

SocialPariahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08036240038890815648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490080.post-1124373426793197532005-08-18T19:23:00.000+05:302005-08-18T19:27:06.800+05:30

I smiled at you because i thought that youWere someone else; you smiled back; and there grewBetween two strangers in a librarySomething that seemed like love; but you loved me(If that's the word) because you thought that IWas other than I. And by and byWe found we'd been mistaken all the whileFrom that first glance, that first mistaken smile.-Vikram Seth

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Life.

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Whether or not to go party tonite.Whether or not to drink at the party tonite.Overwhelming.

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So much has happened. In just a 5-day break from work. And yet so little.Life goes on same as ever around me, the desk's as dreary...

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So I love ya. I do. Too bad for you. I do.Heard it, seen it on the TV. Never believed it. Don't now either. Somehow seems too damn much.

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Should be bottled and sold.The feeling a rainy day brings.The feeling a nice hug gives just about anyone.The feeling of hot bathwater washing over you after a cold-cold-cold lap around the pool.And the way he turns over and holds you even as he continues to sleep...

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He: You're probably the type to stumble in where angels fear to tread...Me: Yep.He: Don't you get bitten?Me: Usually.Me: But I know someone's out there. He's waiting for my "hi". So I say it. And one day it will be a fantastic "hi back".

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Literally.Guess which? Ta me air meisce.'I am drunk.'You enjoy a drink - or five - now and then. You can usually be found in a pub - it doesn't matter which one, because they all look the same after a few drinks - or hugging the porcelain.How not?

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Me's from... well, a lotta places.So which is my backyard?Where I can visit the loo?So where do I fit in?Where the loo doors open outward?

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By a face.Not any face. A nice one.A bit of a lived-in, old one.A bit of an... ordinary one, even.Yep. Nice..........Oh, and... he's slight, balding and wear spectacles. Looks a bit like most other human beings, only smaller. And he's shy.And sometime soon, I'm gonna break the ice. :D

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Where do you go, my lovely?Are you not glad or sad or blue?Where do you go, my pretty…Does it not make you feel something too?Take the time to process it,Move it around in your headDoes it not strike you then as valid, as ludicrous or plain bad?Where do you go, my lovely?Is it not worth the tear or smile?Where do you go, my prettyIs it not something to make you “high”…Take a chance on allowing it

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Yellow river, running through the snow, where do you go?Yellow river, running on the beach, is this the end?Yellow river, feeding my field of clay. This is where I am, why do you go?

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So she watches and kinda feels.And hears what they say.Then it comes, the movement in the air, the mood.And it all suddenly changes.To take her by storm, almost.For the past and future merge into song, just as someone cracks a little joke.Time suspended. Yes, a sand anatomy.And noone knows it dearer than her friends.

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And they say that all the thoughts, deeds, actions, emotions... they all spring from and nestle in that one little ball of muscle. No wonder some people think theirs are at perpetual traffic jams.And they say that all the thoughts, deeds, actions... they come to one at night when all other muscles stay still n silent. No wonder some people are scared to fall asleep!!!And they say all kinds of

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What do they know about one?- Whom one eats with at lunch.- Whom one talks to while at the cafeteria.- Whom one chats with at their desks.- Who's seen at one's own desk.And then they say they come in to work.

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Don't say, but speak.Don't listen, but respond.Too many people think management is an earnest occupation guiding us to better use our resources and make something of situations.Wrong. It's always been about riding on another's back. Take it from one who knows.

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Ben Okri might say it's wounding n debilitory, sometimes healing n loving. Orwell may say it's all superfluous.But I say... let there be words. No point in interminable silence, is there?

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So what did you do all weekend?Read a book.Read a book?Yep.Fantastic. I love knowing what a person thinks.

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1I like friends.Guess that's a bit of a non-sequiter. Who doesn't?But I really, really like em.Not just mine, even others'.The friend's friend is one really interesting dude(tte). Gives me loads to listen to by way of life commentary n whatnot.But the main deal is with my own friends. I really like those.They make me... read. And think. And evaluate.Then they make me forget all that n live.2I

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A dream.Cambridge or Oxford?No, just a dream.They don't get why some don't aim for the stars. Why some of us don't have that urge. The burn, even.And mainly... they don't get why they're unhappier than I.

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I think, I wail.I sigh, I wail.I cry, I wail.Ahh, at last. The depth of it. I watch.

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Just one.That for those I'm fond of...I get the time, they get the time...and that we meet.Coming weekend, even.#1 on the list: My computer.

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Did you go? - No.Did you stay? - No.Did you listen? - No....And yet... I didn't lose.

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Smart childConfident womanOutspoken ladyIrascible dowager.Time. An adjective.

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Platitudes --Wasted moments?Or perhaps, the simplest start?Gambits:Emotional handles?Or perhaps ways to "meet" the eye?Grandstanding.Impersonal playfulness,Or perhaps a bid to make more personal connections.

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One of those "weekend was nice" blogs.Time's that I don't like having to be home, wanna flit n fly. Most times, actually.But some days... the tea has a flavor beyond itself, the rain seems to really enhance the view... and cold is an excuse to cuddle.And there's always good sippin whisky for both :)

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What's coffee at the machine?Two parts of a whole I'd say.What's black and beyond?Morning awaking.Two philosophical questions. Now I'm done.

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I need a hero, Bonnie Tyler style. Oh, ya. Larger-than-life. Up on pedestal, perfect.I also need a good night's sleep.

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How many thoughts make sense beyond their second in time?How many live beyond that second, anyway?I wonder how many priceless gems of conversation are lost because people think before they speak. Deplore the idea, meself, except in the boss' cabin. Maybe not even then, actually.

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Nice word.

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Yep. Me looks meself, a bit. Harum-scarum. Flyaway hair n all.Why? Hair"stylist" was given field day. So much for artistic expression, I'm saddled with compulsory gel situation. Or glue.

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Phew. What a difference a day can make.Single people become suddenly eminently leg-shackled.And others get tattoos on arms.And me? I've finally finished a book I've been reading for a week now.So much for equal-opportunity lives.

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Did you know I missed you?Probably not, I wouldn't have let you see it.Did you know I wanted to speak to you for hours last Saturday?Probably not, I'd have figured you were out partying.Did you know I wanted your company specifically, that it wasn't just that you were handy for that pizza session last night?Probably not, I don't like letting people in on their power.Sound like you? Me too.

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Why am I always a little down about having to shop alone or catch a movie alone? Am I the clingy sort who's always looking for emotional support?Nah.Then why not "go it alone"?Well... what does an independent person truly look for when s/he takes off on a jaunt alone? The chance to think, assimilate, react to the world without anyone stopping those thoughts/ reactions. The chance to enjoy the

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Take 1Same journey, same company. Same scenery en route. Can be enjoyable, admitted. Yet sadly flat. Much help memory is... without it the world would get a bit more... colorful perhaps.Smile a bit. Laugh a bit.Take 2Same journey, same company. Even the same moving pics outside. Freaking fun, though. What to do... surprising return to same old, same old.Smile a bit. Laugh a lot. Make love.Take

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Some people want to greet you. Others don't. Both do.It's a sad sad world. With a lot of politeness and Revlon in it. Move over, Parliamentarians, the corporate workforce is here. Jaded at three, coffee at four...

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Donno if Winnie always shares his honey except with friends. I wouldn't.And yet... many here want to treat me like a queen simply because I earn a salary same place as they.Not that friends don't happen as we work. I could name one or two. But hey... how does when get to the gold through all the dross???

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Sometimes I think life was simpler for even Don Camillo. I mean, Peppone's men wore those Commie favors, didn't they.When you're wasting time at work, there's an infinite variety of people willing to give you company. And yet... how many want yours? More to the point, how many won't blame you come Christmas-bonus? Pitiful, most pitiful.

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I'm bored with you, blog. It's not like much is happening. Sorta feel like I'm tied down to my cellar waiting for this large eye to pass and the storm to start up again. And meanwhile, you look at me accusingly saying I haven't told you anything? NO fair. Not much to tell, is there, in my little hideaway?

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So wot's normal anyway? Wotever it is, I don't want it. Never did. I want abnormal. Unsettled. Only... I want the bills paid.So much for Ashbury Haights eh?

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Walk in. Hushed silence. Focus: the swinging hips, or maybe the huge...Who's the meal, I wonder. Didn't they promise to kill the fatted calf? So that's what they meant. Empty space at table. Between a butt-pincher and a thigh-kneader. Both married too, yippee. Pass the drinks menu, will you, oh fat boss at the head of the table?Three drinks down. The table's looking festive, even. The bald

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Travel bug. Something like the flu variety, only a lot stronger and lasts years. Does wonderful things to your health when your immunity's low. Wonderful horrid, that is. Look for sun-pealed skin and tired eyes jet-lagged into perpetual druggedness.

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