The tiger year begins.
I chew gum and resist the urge to run to a 7-11.
To buy smokes.
I check my mailbox impatiently.
Often thrice a day.
I read more Murakami.
And remember that cold rainy afternoon in Takayama, when I crept into that cozy little cafe across the road to the temple.
And ordered hot cocoa.
I should get back to reading now.
It reminds me of Japan.
It makes me feel whole.
You should have acted
They’re already here
The Elder Scrolls told of their return
Their defeat was merely a delay
From the time after Oblivion opened
When the sons of Skyrim would spill their own blood
But no one wanted to believe
Believe they even existed
And when the truth finally dawns…
…it dawns in fire
But, there’s one they [...]
July is always the month of guilt for not following through on resolutions (pseudo or otherwise).
Look out for myself more, instead of looking out for others. You (I) know what I mean. Fuck yeah! It may have made me into more of a douche, but hopefully it will result in a more successful douche.
Lose [...]
Never thought I’d make a blog entry about cricket. But I guess you can’t change what’s in your blood, right?
Don’t get me wrong, I used to love the sport as a kid. Gully cricket,chhat cricket, parking lot cricket, book cricket, garden cricket,maidaan cricket,cricket gear stowed away in the trunk of our car on long family [...]
You should have acted
They’re already here
The Elder Scrolls told of their return
Their defeat was merely a delay
From the time after Oblivion opened
When the sons of Skyrim would spill their own blood
But no one wanted to believe
Believe they even existed
And when the truth finally dawns…
…it dawns in fire
But, there’s one they [...]
July is always the month of guilt for not following through on resolutions (pseudo or otherwise).
Look out for myself more, instead of looking out for others. You (I) know what I mean. Fuck yeah! It may have made me into more of a douche, but hopefully it will result in a more successful douche.
Lose [...]
Never thought I’d make a blog entry about cricket. But I guess you can’t change what’s in your blood, right?
Don’t get me wrong, I used to love the sport as a kid. Gully cricket,chhat cricket, parking lot cricket, book cricket, garden cricket,maidaan cricket,cricket gear stowed away in the trunk of our car on long family [...]
Random Memories of Nara
A weekend of changes
5 Songs: Part II
