Psychedelic Slippers

Waiting in line at a taco stand for my number to be called I started talking to a six-year-old kid kicking his little foot against A curb and waiting for his dad to come out of the bathroom. And he said, “Why do you cough so much?” And I said, “Because I have cancer.” And he said, “Bummer.” And I said, “Yep.” And he said, “Does it hurt?” And I said, “Only when I breathe.” And he said, “Why don’t you hold your breath?” And I puffed out my cheeks like Lois Armstrong and Let him see it and held it for as long as I could Before exploding into a hacking eruption of Stupid sounds and saliva. And he laughed. And I coughed and laughed. And he said, “Feel better?” And I said, “A bit.” And I showed him how much better with my Thumb and index finger. And pointed at a green thread of mucous that had dribbled out onto my chin ...

sometimes when you love someone too much, you tend to forget that you are two lives. you wish nature would bind you into one heart, one soul, one life, for eterenity.. it never happens n u just live ur part

stumbled upon this smwer When someone leaves you, apart from missing them, apart from the fact that the whole little world you've created together collapses, and that everything you see or do reminds you of them, the worst is the thought that they tried you out and, in the end, the whole sum of parts which adds up to you got stamped REJECT by the one you love

can i love you a little less tonight? so there's more for tomorrow a little less fight , for a little less sorrow! can i hold you less tight? with a hope you hold me tighter a little step bac, so you draw a little closer! can i say a word less? so you can say one more a little more silence, for our hearts to grow!

my earliest memory of a scrapbook is of my 1st standard. we had to make a scrapbook by stickin pictures collected durin various activities throughout the year. i never thought of it again until around 2 weeks ago. i was scratchin my head on a gift for a friend. i first thought of an album of this friend with snaps of his with some of his closest friends.. but cos this was one person who was never around at the time of the "Clicks", i had a tough time finding snaps. off late i resort to the net for everything. i searched for gift ideas on the net. came across scrapbooks on many a site. bingo i finally got ma perfect gift!! while it had been tough to find his snaps, there were enough snaps of his frens around. thanks to orkut, facebook, n the overflow of digicams n cam cells, n enthusiastic frens who like to preserve memories in pixels finding snaps wasn all that difficult. ma first stop was a stationery shop, i brought a scrapbook, couple o colours, n pens etc. the plan was to...

Seeing yourself as you want to be is the key to personal growth part of ma saturday read... i gt back into stumbling mode, i have spent this weekend stumbling like an idiot... but that quote jus got me back somewher.. somethin jus as such was written in the "monk who sold his ferrari" something abt standin infron of the mirror n seeing urself as wat u want urself to be... think over it...

its the 3rd last day of the first month of new year n i havent penned a post... firstly happy new year! its surely been a long time.. no reasons.. i have jus been out of things to write. i have tried to be busy, but most of the time i have been jobless with my to-do list growing longer by the day. just done with "Gone with the wind" (mus hav heard abt the muv).. despite of the book being thick i chose to pick it up right at the end of ma hols... the book centres around "Scarlett O Hara"... the story takes us from her early teens to her 30s. her rapid adaption to changing times, evolving through them, and finally her discovery of herself... i liked the book, but i stil dunno y. there are times when we do things without seeking an opinion from our conscience. hush voices tat keep speakin in our ears guiding us through right n wrong. the reasons are many. we soothe ourselves by sayin the end justifies the means.. we leave so much for tomorrow.. even our conscience. ...