I love you,woman.

Marry Me.
This is a proposal.

Christina Perri - A Thousand Years

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The best feeling in this world for me is when I put a snug pair of headphones on,close my eyes and listen to a well-written song whose every word I can eerily relate to.
Went spook-hunting again.Trespassed/broke in illegally.Fuck.That place gave me the chills.I do not want to be there after daylight.I'd piss my pants.
Awkward chance encounter.
Boatride!
Thank you,ambiguous invisible entity.For the best vacation ever.
Now,I shall eat and drink some more & watch that underground indie movie I'd been searching for an entity which a friend very helpfully sent me the d/l link to.No theatre release,then.Bweh.But what the hell.

That feeling when a picture conveys just what you want it to. :)

I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot.

Happy B'day Eminem.
I remember being in middle school and having angry days when I'd lock myself in my room,put on an Eminem cassette and crank the stereo volume loud enough for people two houses next to mine to be able to hear the expletives scandalise their middle class respectability.
I couldn't give two hoots back then,the hormones overruled everything else.It made sense.
I'd come across this really old D12 song on MTV2 once.They only aired MTV2 for a very short while in India.That was the first time I saw or heard him.
Anyway.Eminem song-marathon over.I'm back to replaying Vampire Weekend. <3
Just not angry/depressed enough.
The last few days have been amazing.
Imagine having a camera in your bag and going to these infinitely beautiful locations in the city and not wanting to click one picture.Because you have a feeling that some pictures are to be clicked only with your heart. =)
Imagine..
Cappuccino with cream & chocolate sauce & chocolate chips.
Sunset at the riverside.
Standing inches away from a speeding train passing you by.
Smiles.
Effortless conversations with jolly strangers.
Kentucky Fried Chicken.
All in one day.
All the beautiful photographs of these places and moments in the world couldn't make me regret living the moment and letting it go.


Until later,*seizing the day*.

Ambient?

Taken from my bedroom window,on one of those nights that I stay awake mulling over nothing till the sky breaks into dawn & its finally time for shuteye.This particular night it was raining. =]

You stand there

year gone after year

& watch the city change

the offices shift

the shops move

the houses rearrange

You stand there

unmoved,in quiet perseverance

how does it feel?

what might you have to say?

I wonder,

as time & its tragedies,come & pass you away

You stand there,

home to those lightly winged;

as entire roads & bridges disappear,

and clutch the ground from where you rise,

holding it together

a silhouette against the sky.

Playing Now -Head Over Heels by Digital Daggers.

Storyteller Woes

I haven't felt numb in so long that its almost wonderful.As in,literally,eliciting wonder.Is numb a happy feeling?I do not know.

I wish I had a photograph or a verse to express my otherwise inability to express what I want to.But disappointingly,this is all that will have to do.

Somebody accused me of being arrogant recently for being largely nonreactive to others' feelings.I shall like to point out that that my lack of an appropriate level of social skills is not a style statement to go with my derangement.Its a deficiency.

May you now rest in peace.

The Reconciliation

There is just something about exaggeration,full-blown and CAPS LOCK that makes me want to pull my covers up & hide.
Drama hunts me out anyway.
Its not like I dislike 'loud'.I'd rather if things were effortless.And people didn't force in that extra unrequired bit.That personally spoils it for me.


^ I'd be damned if that even made sense to me.Sometimes,I just like to ramble.As much in writing as in speech.More,in writing,I think.
I'd talk to the wall.But in my new room they're just too far apart for it to feel comfortable to have a conversation with them.So I refrain from attempting any such thing altogether.Yes I do.


And.. I could actually go on with this crap for a hundred or so words more.Then,it'd repulse me.Only then.And since I don't want that to happen.I shall stop starting now.

Okay.Ready.
I think if I ever was to open another blog,it'd be a music blog.And I'd consider wannabe-music-critic as a career choice too,if there was even the minutest scope of that in India.Goddamnit.Maybe I could try anyway,once I got a job that paid. o_O Eh?

Don't think I had anything specific to say.Except for this song-

So you could listen to it when you felt like your heart was breaking & know that the girl singing this probably had hers broken a million times as much.Just one of those songs that make you realise what the singer really meant to convey.What music can be when its not tailor-made for mass consumption.Don't get me wrong,heartbreak sells too.But she definitely didn't have the business agenda in mind when she wrote the song.
I could have cried the first time I heard this.Needless to say,her tattoos are it. =)
Enjoy.

PS.I gifted myself an Albert Camus as a pat-on-the-back for the second article being published.And then,found out he wrote absurdist. *peeep* :/ Totally getting screwed over again. *easily affected*

Mountain Dew + Polo

                                                              The lone wolf.

Isn't it so much more fun when something you expect to be a disaster actually turns out to be enjoyable?Yes yes.SO much more fun.

I love how I can headbang like a maniac to screamo.I like the whole motion of just letting the head go physically.Feels good.
Headbanging is cool.Its sad how you find so few females headbanging in a rock concert. -_________- Just kind of sad.I,for one,like it.Its appreciation for the musician.
So,I'm still pretty much listening to whatever screamo cover I can scour out from Youtube.I am getting back to life.Sad indie songs--->Fun screamo covers is a good transition to make.Yesh.

I met priyankaa.blogspot.com .Maybe if I'd known that before,there would have been a conversation to boast of.I didn't.I do now.Eh.Who are you fooling?Facebook has given birth to an entire generation of stalkers.Err.No,haven't stalked YOU yet.


Dark Chocolate is the shit.The good shit.Surely,I must have mentioned that before.No?Bow down.


Enheewayh.There-

there she was                        trapped in silk
her face                                  a plastered mask
there she was                        in a corner by herself
in a corner                              all by herself
she was,                                  and not
absent,yet                              there she was
and the laughter bounced off every wall
as the spirit,fluid did flow
she cocked her eyelids permitting a blink
and nursed her own with every sip,slow
and as insobriety loosened the glossal knots cemented to the roof of your gum
letting all you held within fall off revealing itself
she watched you with her patient eyes
waiting,askance
would you ever truly recognise yourself?
so there she was
by a corner
make no mistake she saw your soul
in a corner
all by yourself
as you wished you were.
she was.


And Goodnight! There's another party tomorrow.Yay.Holidays <3

Macabre Sells.

Guess which motherfucker is back on print again? =D
Si,me.
I celebrate below.


Same camera.Non-flash.The only edit tool used is 'insert text' and 'grayscale'-Photoscape respectively.Pinky swear.

                                                         Nostalgia

So,I might seem like I've taken to crude language like an inebriated wretch to a moldy bottle of dirt cheap whiskey.But I expect it to pass soon.
Also I'm thinking with the progress I've made,I will be worthy of owning an SLR by the end of next year.Ya think?That is music to my ears.  =)
Hello Goodbye.

Now Playing- Random Screamo Covers of Lady Gaga tracks.

Recapitulating..

Oh.Yay.
So The Vampire Diaries has finally gotten some balls.
And pretty much all of it is thanks to this woman-

And I could never have seen myself feeling bad for Damon before.But here I am. :( 150 years of grieving for nothing has to immortally suck.Pun intended.

Also,I am going to admit this begrudgingly.I am terrified of falling in love now.Even though I'd like it to happen to me.I suppose I am a little bit of a control freak.How that happens with the-devil-may-care is a mystery to me.No wonder I'm not all sane.All my personality attributes clash! -_-
One more picture before I go.

                                                  We kill demons everyday.

Give Fergalicious a rest now

And listen to something more definitive.
Its a downright fuckin' shame how few people actually listen to Wolfmother.
Below is my all time favourite by them-

-Teenager who refuses to buy the recycled crap Miley Cyrus and posse feeds you.

Verandah Blues.

Pujo 2011,Hobby Photographer.
Picture taken from an Olympus digital camera.Bought at a discount.



=))

Watch.

And understand?Maybe?
Our sole purpose in life is not to make you feel guilty over & over again.
And yet,you continue to inspire,with your actions.
Couldn't help ^ that.
Belated Happy Birthday Ma'am.
Its like the Charlestown Tragedy.Am I recalling it right?
Yes,I think you taught me well.
Insanity thrives in groups.
=) Enjoy the halo as long as you have it.
One day the light will dim away.





[Linkin Park brings back memories of when I was 13 :]