The art of subtlety

Sometimes it just is so important to be subtle and diplomatic. And some people need to be told so, in a not so subtle way.

Guilty as charged.

Ok. this is one more rambly and boring post, please feel to exit now.

So I pride myself on remembering dates. Dates like birthdays, anniversaries, special somethings and many first somethings. Crazy as it may sound, I actually feel an awesome sense of satisfaction when I remember to call a friend first on his/her birthday. Coz I know it sucks when loved ones forget your birthday. It's in a very skewed way, almost as if they forgot you. I know, that sounds a bit extreme, but thats just how I feel about it. Anyway so this time the date expert in me screwed up. Karizma forgot. Forgot you, my dear blog. And I feel terrible about it! I hate making excuses as to why I forgot, so shall steer clear of that path.

Was just a lazy saturday routine when I was browsing through some previous posts, when it suddenly struck me how I forgot my connection with this space for two long years. Yes my friends, it has been two long years of enduring all the bullshit I manage to scribble down here! And I couldn't believe I didn't come back to blog on that very day that I had restarted writing, when I started this journal. At the same time, I'm filled with surprise and a sense of satisfaction that I've actually managed to continue to write, however crappy my writing has been. I'm not the kind of person who manages to keep any new found enthusiasm about anything sustained for longer than say about 6 weeks or so. To think, this blog has survived a fairly active update routine for two full years makes me happy :)

Of course there have been the times when I've felt like I never wanted to come back and share. Times when I thought this would be too time consuming to be writing journal entries. Times when I felt insecure about being found out. Times when the point of anonymity got to me. Times when I didn't like it that no one read my blog. Times when I wasn't sure I wanted anyone to read how I felt about anything at all. Times when I got just crazier than normal. But somehow after a point none of it mattered. The crazy voice in my head would just pop up and say, hey, its blog time again! And after all, this is my little crappy place :)

Here's to more posts, more blogging and good times ahead. A very belated, but very happy birthday dear!

Music.

For someone who loves music as much as I do, I'm surprised that I don't write about it often.

Really.

It's not your fault if I choose to be stupid.

Weekend stories

The weekend was quite different from most I've had after I've moved in here. Saturday was surprisingly cool when we watched a movie at home, and by we I mean one of the nicer gals who stay with me and I.. then pushed off with my so called good friend around here to catch another average flick. A local food stall has decided to make some of the yummiest food items much to my delight. And good food's always a good reason to be happy. Yeah, so saturday went by in a breeze. Sunday was mostly slept through. Until of course the room mate issues started. Some nonsense about who keeps what stuff managed to ruin a perfectly nice and lazy sunday I was enjoying. Bah. Anyway after a point when I couldn't take it anymore I made the smart move to push off, for, yet another movie with a bunch of friends. Now that was another very very average flick, but the company and familiarity made it a very enjoyable experience. Yeah, so when I got back I was hoping to enjoy a nice long bath before closing in on the weekend. But destiny, oh no, my room mates had decided otherwise. This stubborn woman wanted to go on and on about the same ol' issue. Until of course we let her keep whatever she wanted. Ugh. Anyway as usual, guess who had to step back and be pushed over. Life's just unfair at times. But anyway all I really cared about at this point in time was enjoying my comfy bath and retiring for the night. So I couldn't really give a shit about some junk I don't even really care all that much about. But it amazes me how selfish people can be. And how strong and mule headed people can be. Am finally here after a nice long bath. Trying to calm myself after a not so great sunday. Awesome how one person can ruin a perfectly good weekend. Moreso, when you just let them ruin your perfect weekend. I simply give up. *Shakes head and closes*

Let's just hope the week ahead is better. yeah?

At times ..

.. I hate it that I'm so nice to people who are just plain selfish pigheads. Time and again. Always. Bah.

*touchwood*

Long telecons. Longer gossip sessions with gal friends. Never ending memories. Now that's what I'm talking about :)

:)

A little sticky note stuck to my desk at work reads:

I'm an optimist who carries an umbrella.

Cheers ~

Just like that

One of my favorite pieces by Yeats..

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.