"...And I'm telling you, man. This shitty life. It's still worth a lot, man. I mean, no matter how much we whine about how fucked up things are for us, I think its these moments that would help us cherish the good times. For example, its the ugly that make the good look awesome. Its the bad times, that make the good times worth them. And who would have thought that I would be giving free advice to a birthday boy at 3:30 in the morning, with a smoke in my hand and a bottle of water in the other-- watchin the stars fade away into the floating mists of the ... whatever, way away into the horizon. "
I came back. I buzzed a couple of people. And they told me exactly those things that I wasn't hoping them to say. It wasn't like, it was weird, or it was nice, or it was surprising. It was just that I had made such assumptions about people which all turned out to be pretty wrong. Or I guess, 4 AM does that to a hell lot of people.
And yeah, Grindhouse rocks. Both of 'em. Such typical feel to each movie, marvellous direction, amazing screenplay in Death proof, amazing action in Planet Terror. 5 fuckin stars.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Think. Wonder. Write.
Do I lack the passion? Or the commitment? Why does it feels so horrendously out of place, just to admit that I have no fuckin' idea of where my life is heading. And no, it doesn't help to know that most people at this time do not know about their life either. I don't always have to be the part of the crowd. I need to find this. Soon. Coz I don't know. I don't know whether my life's heading in the wrong direction, or is it that things would turn out to be different, no matter how hard I try to make it my way. Yes, I am a taurean. Yes, I have problems with changes. Is life really that difficult to understand about? Yes, I write when I'm in a bad mood.
Life sucks. At least, right now. This very moment. On the overall level. Coz i know the moment that feeling creeps in -- The one that says "Every thing's gonna be okay"-- That's exactly the moment you'd realize that things are not okay. And heading towards FUBAR. Fucked Up Beyond Recognition.
And I can't fuckin' sleep. Its 5:48. And tomorrow's gonna be one of those agonizingly frustrating days. And I have papers starting wednesday. Fuck, I want my life.
Do I lack the passion? Or the commitment? Why does it feels so horrendously out of place, just to admit that I have no fuckin' idea of where my life is heading. And no, it doesn't help to know that most people at this time do not know about their life either. I don't always have to be the part of the crowd. I need to find this. Soon. Coz I don't know. I don't know whether my life's heading in the wrong direction, or is it that things would turn out to be different, no matter how hard I try to make it my way. Yes, I am a taurean. Yes, I have problems with changes. Is life really that difficult to understand about? Yes, I write when I'm in a bad mood.
Life sucks. At least, right now. This very moment. On the overall level. Coz i know the moment that feeling creeps in -- The one that says "Every thing's gonna be okay"-- That's exactly the moment you'd realize that things are not okay. And heading towards FUBAR. Fucked Up Beyond Recognition.
And I can't fuckin' sleep. Its 5:48. And tomorrow's gonna be one of those agonizingly frustrating days. And I have papers starting wednesday. Fuck, I want my life.
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