Dishevelled Thoughts

Saturday, 07 November 2009

Monday, 19 October 2009

  • I work hard for myself, my money, my future and my support system. If only I had an inkling of an idea of what I'd like to do with my life.

    On another note, it feels like I haven't written anything of real substance since around February. Life is a whirlwind. If we all slowed down, do you think that the world would stop for us? Probably not.

Saturday, 26 September 2009

Wednesday, 23 September 2009

Tuesday, 04 August 2009

Sunday, 28 June 2009

  • What it is worth

    When shit's not working out the way you expected it to, you realize how many other options you've got. You see that you don't have to go through this kind of strife because there are so many easier alternatives. But then, against all logic, you take the hardest of paths and hope that everything will work out, because you know that's what will make you happiest. Even if it means that you've got to care for yourself a little less, depend on your friends a little more and blindly make your way towards an unknown future. You do that shit because you know it's worth it.

Friday, 19 June 2009

  • Red Building

    Randomly scribbled yesterday. Inspired by pondering the uniformity of rain and then looking past the rain while thumbing through pages in a book. Don't make fun of me... lol. Time to share:

    I was sitting back, staring at an almost-bare, intriguingly red building through the library window. The color of this brick building seemed so lively and yet unmistakably dark at the same time. Intriguing indeed. To me, all of the other edifices next to this particular one paled in comparison. They just did not seem to have the same pull on me. It was clear, however, that the architectures of these surrounding buildings had a vision of elegance and quality. These ornate boxes were meant to be fawned over. They were trophies for those who had proudly designed them. Perhaps it would take another eye to see that this structurally plain crimson building effortlessly stands out amongst them all.

Wednesday, 17 June 2009

  • Mango

    Last night.

    Half an hour until midnight. Thump. Thump. Thump. There is a pounding pressure in my head. It feels like it is about to crack into pieces. I occasionally grab hold of my stomach as I am walking home from the train station. I am coming in late because I spent the last handful of hours going out to Westie to take care of business. I have not had the chance to eat anything since almost twenty-four hours ago. It feels as if hunger has set in every part of my body except for my head. My head is filled with a different pain.

    My headache becomes insignificant as I call Polar Bear on my cell phone. I am talking for my safety. If something were to happen to me while walking through the 'hood at midnight, then at least someone would know.

    I am laughing during our conversation when I notice foot steps in the background. I see a shadow and it does not belong to me. He is awfully close. I am baffled for words but I manage to sputter out, "Mango" into the phone. He understood. It has been months, maybe even half a year, since we've created that term. I cannot believe that I even remembered it since it was originally meant for him. "How many mangos?" "Just one. Just keep talking to me, okay?" And he does.

    I came upon an intersection. I am crossing rather fast. When I peer behind me, I see that the Mango man is going into a different direction. Phew. Now I just have to keep on walking...

Tuesday, 09 June 2009

  • Graduation!

    Power and satisfaction comes from the ability to mold oneself into who or what one desires to be, within the bounds of reality.

    There was a lot of "finding myself" in middle/high school... a lot of tears and sweat to become who I am now. I'll be happy to go, but sad to leave the people I chose to surround myself with.

    The following is a cliffnotes version of my graduation photo album. The rest is on facebook :).


    She's cool.

    Best guidance counselor I could have ever asked for.

    He picked on me for half the year until I had his seat moved. I also threw a book at him. But I missed.

    Chemistry honors teacher who saw my trust issues but won't ever understand. D-. D, B+, B, B-.

    This man taught me precalculus and AP statistics!

    He's cool.

    Result after four years of pushing each other.

    I bothered her a lot in class :).
     
    Eating buddy and good friend.

    Neighbor of 12 years. One of the first pictures I've ever taken with her. Oh. Also- once I almost fainted after school and she helped walk me home :).

    Family: This is how we do!

    Nothing can take this shit away from me.

    :D

    All of us. Minus one of my brothers.

Tuesday, 02 June 2009

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