Jetsam and Floatsam

The briefest of respites from the daily grind leaves me flabbergasted as to what to do...The comfort of a daily routine broken..floundering helplessly in a sea of non-conformity..which reminds me, Today I join the ranks of the second piercinged goddesses..much to the chagrin of my immediate ancestors.
Saw Dhoom the other day...Prefer Ghoom...Kept watching John Abraham's face in the hope for the slightest change of expression..I wonder if his face muscles were atrophied..A throwback from the model days,I suppose..Models are glorified hangers anyway..Doubt if anyone was watching his face though.
Also saw Order of the phoenix yesterday...Didn't think much of the kiss...On the other hand,thought a lot about the Weasley twins...Were they supposed to be this hot?? Potter looks fine..wouldn't say sizzling or anything..but whatever.
I am going to learn driving, to the mortal peril of innocent pedestrians. All I can say is, God rest their souls. Just had a crazy thought..The Penelope Pitstop outfit..How about that?? The epitome of the sweet southern belle...who had candyfloss for brains. An eight year old could have seen through the disguises the villain appeared in, but not our Penelope!
A week. After that, back to the unholy temple..Like I said, No rest for the wicked. Amen

The Evil That Men Do..

The evil that men do is what really lives on, in all the people who were hurt. The meaning of the phrase Walking Wounded has never seemed so clear to me until now. I believe in karma. The relentless cycles of karma....no escape. Sometimes I wonder, why plan for tomorrow when you might not even be alive? Nothing like life to deal you one of those neat li'l blows on the head that send you reeling and clutching for support....that is often denied. All right, I'm doing my imitation of a new age guru but it's true!!! Buddha said that attachment to worldly things is the root of all sorrow. Mebbe I should have been a buddhist...Too late for that now. Anyway, I dont look so hot in saffron.
It's raining. The Gods are crying. Why?
Note to self: Stay away from the cocaine.
Note to note to self: what about marijuana?
Despite the looks of it, I dont do drugs....Cant afford them.
There's always a song for you and me. I found lots. Let's go dancing across the ocean till we find each other again. See you on the other side,love.

Resurrection

1 year later, she sat down again to blog....and found that she couldnt say any of the things that had happened to her!!! I've been putting it off...Didnt hav net for almost a year...now am bak on the circuit. Last year was the most fulfilling and also the saddest year of my life. That is all I am going to say..University Exams almost over now and then on to a new beginning.
Today Michael Jackson died. And then there's the stupid day too that today is. So all over depression..Also am on the one way express to insaneville! Goodbye, Michael...Hope it's a better place where you are, with no damned paparazzi and paternity claims.
So, what am I doing? Wallowing in the depths of despair is what. M tired...Enough for today..Am beginning to sound like the woman in The Yellow Wallpaper...except my room aint papered