Okay, please give me a day and a date, I can work towards it, but without that I cannot go on, aimlessly, it's boring. Very boring.

The two movies that I watched here:

I am Sam and
3 Idiots.

So this flat seems very spacious in Koramangala, and it's nice since all of us get to do this sleepover thingie at the end of the day, we went to Forum/PVR early today to see what was running, Pyaar impossible was, and I wanted to watch, but none of them would. So off we went to Transit and ate and ate, and now I feel very sleepy. Off to Coorg again.

Places, I've been:
Unwind Island
LOR
Noons
Ruby Tuesday
Mojos (later today)
Transit (oh)


Coffee world and Creme and fudge has opened up near Ballygunge. And More did on Elliot road.


I NEED SLEEP.

So today makes it four months of being in HP. :P

And this is the first time ever, that I've finished reading two books at one go.

Blood memory by Greg Iles
and
Sam's letters to Jennifer by James Patterson. :)

We went to watch New Moon the other day, and Jacob Black is just as I had imagined. :D :D :D :D :D

Crap! I might need you more than any of us want to think about.

There's no failure here sweetheart, just when you quit. :)

Currently reading:
'Mosaic' by Soheir Khashoggi

Why do people make sides- of everything ?

A Fine Day To Exit.

You'd give it
We'd take it
You'd build it
We'd break it
You silently erase it
You'd feel it
We'd fake it.

Anything gray IS black.

Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.

I'm too naive for the games you play.

Life spiralled. Damn Fibonacci.

I'll never be as good as you- at anything.
Even if that's true, you could be a little more generous about how you rub that in. :\

You claim to be my long absent friend
You are the cancer that just moved in
You come with the dark night of the soul
But I am turning my back on you
You know I do.

Gotta cut away, clear away
Snip away and sever this
Umbilical residue,
Keeping me from killing you

The little ball of wool said to me, who knows about people days

Every thing's so blurry
And everyone's so fake
And everybody's empty
And everything is so messed up
Preoccupied without you
I cannot live at all
My whole world surrounds you
I stumble then I crawl

You could be my someone
You could be my scene
You know that I'll protect you
From all of the obscene
I wonder what your doing?
Imagine where you are?
There's oceans in between us
But that's not very far

If we can't make memories, we can't heal.

Memory can change the shape of a room; it can change the color of a car. And memories can be distorted. They're just an interpretation, they're not a record, and they're irrelevant if you have the facts.

I have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can't remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world's still there. Do I believe the world's still there? Is it still out there?... Yeah. We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are. I'm no different.