This That and Timbuktoo.

you know what i CAN'T stand?
guys who spit. every.friggin.where. i mean seriously i understand your species is more prone to be im-disgusted-with-everything-Pith-the-hell-thooeee but do u HAVE to spit to vent it? like dude carry a spit bag or something 'cuz if i was that interested in random spit samples for, i dunno, finding a natural cure for newt burns, i'd ASK you for them.
JEEZ.
i saw atleast 4 of these..imbecilesss today.
DOUBLE jeez.

on the lighter side, quote from drug.
No, that's my pankha fan.
ahhhaahah..good times.

ao bhag chalein paro.
yaheen jahan koi ata jata nahee.
Timbuktoo.

i jus had a monologue with myself.
devdas mode.
aaaaaaaah.....lost it. well, to be fair u cant lose whut u didnt have.

to be honest, i want to go somewhere noone knows me and just start everything from scratch.
live it in my own terms.

oh, i love song-isms.
and poem-isms.
and isms shisms. prisms. light.
which reminds me,

heard melodies are sweet.
those unheard are sweeter still.

hmmm....
At shazia auntis today, i was getting into my golden shoes as i was leaving, and shazia aunti's like 'those look comfortable'
me-howd u figure?
her-they're getting worn. its the worn shoes that are most comfortable.

a) i love Shazia aunty's bluntness.
b) it's the tough ones that have seen the most shit and are all the more better for it.

i find the weirdest meanings in the smallest things.

and for heaven's sake eeda get ur act together. what's going WRONG with you? u can't come this far to let go now.

emuhness.
peddle on and on and on and on..let's cross this river of Jordan, this Nile, this Amazon.

there's somethine SERIOUSLI bugging me right now, and what's worse is that i dont know what the hell it is.
aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh gonna be one of those restless nights.

the eternal question, what now?

oh, the daily secret. my newest fad yeah. lameness.



seriously. everytime one whizzes past it's almost like ur walkin out again.
it doesn cease to astound me how many of these vancouver has. or how they magically appear to all congregate where i happen to be. it's almost evil.
it's this car that started it. and this car that ended it.
almost like punctuation marks.

god this is so.typically.female.and i hateeeeeeed that
my poor broken heart. boo-effin-hoo. lame lame lame.
get over it.

Life is so short.Forgetting is so long.
-Pablo Neruda.

Ran-dumbness.

my posts are gettin longer and longer and less and less coherent. so shoot me.
i abologise.

-all for now,
eeda

p.s to deeju beeju my jaan.
i am not alone
but not with you.

(aloneliness.)