"You think its easy to get a guy. most of them just look at me and think oh here's a piece of meat. soon enough they find that the piece of meat has feelings and my brain becomes a liability. I want to fall in love too you know but it becomes so damn hard to find someone who'll just hold you and accept you with all your flaws and idiosyncrasies. I mean sure I'm nice sometimes but I'm gonna be a pain too. And I'm looking for that person who would see the worst in me and still manage to say 'I've seen your worst but I'll help you get over it so that I never have to see it again' and really mean it. That's the sort of person I'm looking for. and that's the kind of person I don't find"
November 19, 2010
Gathering Dust...
From the archives,
Cry Me A River Baby...
Next time I think I am emotional and extra sensitive, I am going to think about him. And all the men I know. And I'll feel better.
November 18, 2010
Stars...
"Why am I different from others?"
"Why, do you have to be like others?"
Simply beautiful.
The sky is vast enough for all of us to shine. And when we all shine, the sky will only look more beautiful.
"Why, do you have to be like others?"
Simply beautiful.
The sky is vast enough for all of us to shine. And when we all shine, the sky will only look more beautiful.
Don't Try...
Loved this. "Don't try"
Too many writers write for the wrong reasons. They want to get famous or they want to get rich or they want to get laid by the girls with bluebells in their hair. (Maybe that last ain't a bad idea).
When everything works best it's not because you chose writing but because writing chose you. It's when you're mad with it, it's when it's stuffed in your ears, your nostrils, under your fingernails. It's when there's no hope but that.
A Broken Horse By The River...
Okay, I am seriously tired of people asking me what my "relationship" status is. I am sick of it, bored and pissed off. In real life, I have always been a private person and I always will be (which is why this blog). So stop asking me these questions. Stop channelling Karan Johar and don't think I am stupid enough to fall for those sly lousy questions. I don't understand why people are so obsessed with others' love lives. Unless, unless, you are a good friend, in which case, trust me, I'l wake you up at 2am and tell you who makes me happy and who is making me cry. So really. STOP.
And what is wrong with the men? Where is the romance? These days they don't even wait for you to finish telling your name before coming out with, "your place or mine". Really. Men. NO!
And what is wrong with the men? Where is the romance? These days they don't even wait for you to finish telling your name before coming out with, "your place or mine". Really. Men. NO!
Erase...
Apple needs to make an iCringe app that somehow connects to your brain and deletes all your embarrassing, cringe-worthy memories. Like your dressing style in the past that you passed off as "latest fashion" or then orange-coloured lipstick, terrible hairstyles, your choice in men (really, what was I thinking falling for those men?), or then your MBA application essays. I cringe. What in the sweet loving name of God was I thinking? Uff!
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