P-chan's messy head
(life writing attempt) I will tell you all my secrets, but I will lie about trivial things. Firstly, you have to believe in fairy tales, which meant nothing to you when you were young. And yet, you hid some free-range eggs underneath a blanket, thinking that a dozen baby chicks would hatch. But they Read More …
I switched over to online blogging in 2004. At that stage, self-pity and spontaneity were evident in writing—phases of not capitalising ‘I’ and not capitalising after a full stop. I remember the exact path that I walked and danced on. Online blogging (or diary-keeping) is revolutionary. When looking at the entries from 2004, I noticed Read More …
A ladybird just landed on my keyboard. It looks lively like it’s dancing to the music by Yellowcard. How can a journey in my room be so exciting? The bug has a dirty bottom, I think it’s taking a shit. It’s a clear fact that women hate getting their period, but it’s a part of their Read More …
I was watching the reflection of the water shimmering on the wooden fence. The movements signal inconsistency and unpredictability, which are a sheer symptom of life’s mental instability. And yet, we have to accept it as it is. Whenever I hear drunk laughter and shouts, I tend to turn away because I don’t understand. There Read More …
I’ve heard incoherent whispers in my dreams. Only when dreaming can I figure out the daunting words in the background, but I don’t remember what was said when I woke up. Maybe I’m getting too obsessed with that story of mine from 2006, in which the voice was Peter Pan’s – a fairy tale character Read More …
I have officially lost interest—another three weeks. Last week was ‘Snap out of it’ and this week, ‘Get a grip.’ Who knew life was that hard? I wonder how non-Saturday children feel. Does life crush upon their heads just as hard? I wonder how much it hurts them and whether that injury leaves scratch marks. Read More …
I’m trying hard not to scare people off with my likes and dislikes. Even before I tell them something, I see this genuine smile in their eyes, around their mouths and cheekbones. This is when I say to myself, “Oh fuck it, just smile back and let them believe what they want.” Don’t look at Read More …