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Wasting My Young Years


Your name doesn’t suit you at all.

I’ve sensed this my whole life.

And then I remembered! He used to call me Marla.

Here’s why:


Friday Night Mother – Daughter Chat

I’m going out to see a friend, mother.

So you’ve dated him or his brother?

Errr, dating wouldn’t be the word of my choice… but both.


How Does It Feel Now

Numerical Paradox

Like every other time I’ve said I would never, I often feel I’m the one who wants you more.

As soon as I withdraw, step back, go away, I almost expect us to move on with our lives because the circumstances overall seem to brilliantly conspire against us. Read the rest of this entry »


I love timely comebacks from the most unexpected directions. I love life being a Japanese cartoon where every character you meet is bringing a message you need the most at that particular moment in time. Read the rest of this entry »

Time Out

I love the parks and stadiums I stop driving by in the most unusual time of day. I step out and have a cigarette leaning on my car window, radio playing inside, and watch the autumnal bushes giving away secrets to the wind. It’s somewhat thrilling to appear in places I never purposefully go to. It makes me think what happens there all this time I’m not around, and something must be happening every day.  Read the rest of this entry »

I Lived


You haven’t opened it yet?!

I look at my Girlfriend, then at a big box on the living room table, shocked.

She is smiling her Mona Lisa smile while preparing dinner for us, and she is silent. I really can’t stand it when I ask her something and she just smiles, and doesn’t respond until several times I repeat the question. Read the rest of this entry »

Flow of Conversation

You know that feeling when you meet someone and it flows?

Well, I have this friend (I dare say the word, though am quite careful to not overuse it generally). Apart from him being one of the most intellectual and sociable personalities I have ever encountered, the greatest pleasure to me is, when we speak, I can be as abstract as I like to be (#thinkingoutloud) and I’m always understood. Read the rest of this entry »