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Look, Beer!
It was my dad’s birthday and so this one uncle, sent a lot of booze for the party. I went to get it collected in a big suitcase and on my way back from his place, felt quite excited to be sitting next to a couple of crates of beer. I text my mum, “Ain’t got a care in the world but got plenty of beer!”
She texts me back: “Remember, beer beer everywhere, but not a drop to drink!”
That’s where I get *some* of the Edge from 
There’s more though:
Today, when all his friends came for the party, they immediately moved to the big stuff like scotch and whiskey and so now we have a refrigerator full of two crates of chilled beer and only me to finish it off. 
x EdgyShark x
Unicorns of the Sea
A very happy sixteenth to Jenny. – B.
Who knew partying was a task in its own? But you know, sometimes, it’s probably everything that adds to it that matters. A little fun here and there, temper snapping like a loose thread, coupled with bits of my anger all over the wall.
And at the end of the day, there’s nothing like the warm comfort of a soft voice and a blanket to sum the fun up.
x EdgyShark x
A Beautiful Mess
A spiritual canvas where you can paint your fantasies with a myriad of colors.
The beautiful skin on which tingles the music of the universe.
Moist tears, fresh after an argument. They’re waiting to be wiped away with those gentle and caressing fingers.
A beautiful mind, learning to feel the pain.
And grow, and love.
x EdgyShark x
A Suitcase And Broken Heels
Hopping onto aircrafts always somehow intrigued me. I love how one can travel over seas and mountains and reach a different country altogether just in time for a native dinner.
Although, this time, I think just because I wanted my ride to be memorable, it had to come back and hit me on my face. While going to Mumbai, I happened to look hot and have creepy men all around me. Seriously, there was this one man, who thought himself to be a real corporate hot-shot of some kind, and despite my indirect snide remarks towards him, just wouldn’t move away from me.
I have a sneaky feeling he even arranged his boarding pass to be somewhat numbered like mine, but he didn’t know that my mom and aunt split and sat in front, while I took my little cousin sister right at the back of the air plane. Coming to which, it can turn out to be a real problem.
You’re sitting right at the back with your headphones blaring excellent music and having the time of your life. And eventually along, the air hostesses “accidentally” miss you out, and later tell you that there’s no breakfast left. So you have to depend on the little sister’s charms to grab a bunch of free cookies and then hog on them in order to fill your tummy for the rest of the morning.
On my way back, I was practically tied on a leash held onto by a bunch of relatives. Fortunately, we had separate flights, but you know the deal. Whenever you’re with family, you’re bound to reach a couple of hours earlier, wait at the airport and spread out an undesired picnic. But no, it’s not embarrassing if you’re getting to fulfil your weekly Barista cravings.
There’s really not much one can do at the airport anyway. I tried, but my intentions were restricted. Plus, I don’t know what parts of my mind I was missing the most, the people I left behind, the people I still haven’t met, or the people I was going to meet again. And in the process, I managed to snap the pencil heel of my favourite pair of black Vie & Vies. So I just went ahead and treated myself to a couple of Red Bulls to get my mind to switch on again, but to no avail.
And it’s not really fun when there are a bunch of kids wailing their lungs out on the craft. So I just kinda crawled onto the last three seats left at the back and curled up with my non-existent thoughts. Holy crap, WHERE ARE THEY!?
x EdgyShark x
Sunday!
Today’s the first Sunday of 2010 and I’m turning it into a Barista Sunday. It should be awesome. I’m looking forward to the blueberry muffins!
P.S Any suggestions as to what to do to keep those lovely lilies from wilting?
x EdgyShark x
Riders On The Storm
This weekend was pretty good. I shoved all work aside, and just rested my brain cells while having absolutely no regrets for doing the same either.
The break that we took during theatre today was something really nice. Just doing your thing while listening to The Doors and Floyd in a nice big hall with nothing to worry about is something I’ve been waiting to do for a long time.
And I can borrow Avisek’s amazing cd collection, yay! Also, he’s inspired me to make one of my own with the best music, so even though I’m not really a cd person, I’m going to make myself one. Then get my own laptop within a month, and play my music. And then maybe get my own car in a couple of years and listen to the music there on long drives. Yes Zim, I will drive
After that, the big bang would be when I have my own apartment so that I can just play my music all the time. Morrison, Floyd, Beatles, Porcupine Tree and the likes. Phaaaaaaaaack, I’m SO excited, I can hardly wait!
Also, I’m loving my role for the play. A schizophrenic Bourgeoisie brat, haha!
Jinx picked me up, and we went to a number of places. Thought we might as well abuse our car powers since we had a hot car, a chauffeur and no one to interfere
First stop Pepper Tree. Then Mama Mia we tried the Irish coffee cake and a strawberry cheesecake over some really emotional talk that made us both cry so we decided to laugh a little instead by changing the subject to hairstyles or something trivial like that.
After taking our cappuccinos we decided to move to the Cream and Fudge Factory where we met with one of her chink friends. Very cute. xD
I finally decided that this city has a lack of good waffles, hot men, and great clothes.
Shopping for Jinxie’s parents was next on the agenda after which we walked some bazillion blocks to get to Kookie Jar for a nice truffle cake.
Like a dog without a bone and an actor on the run, riders on the storm. x
EdgyShark x
Butterflies And Hurricanes
“It’s all an amazing way of defining life as we know, and live it.I dont know if you didnt realise, but well, that is exactly how life is. May it be work, school, whatever you do, even if you do it for sometime and begin to enjoy it.
I kind of feel the same way, you know. I used to hate school, but now that Im liking my subjects and teachers and everything, and getting used to things, being the main centre of attention and all, I know I barely have a year left and its going to soon whizz by like a hurricane.
And then you’re thrust into your non-comfort zone again, while you put in all your effort to try and make that all nice and awesome.
That is the reality, its life’s way of telling us that we dont fit anywhere unless we make ourselves the most comfortable in the most awkward of situations. And once we’re done with it, we’re thrust with more nonsense which we try and unfurl and make sense out of.
But as far as I know you, you’re going to handle it well. And Im there to reassure your senses and to let you know that you *know* you’ll do awesome. This feeling’s going to last for sometime, but just hold on tight, it’s always going to be a bumpy ride.”
It’s Crazy And I Like It!
Seriously, if you do get a chance to live a day in my life, go for it. I’d be glad to lend one out to you. But, you have to promise that you won’t let me down and that you will, to the best of your abilities, do everything possible to make that day as awesome as any other day in the fallacy of my existence.
Sleep seems like something that I’m not going to get for a long, long time now. Because even if I do try, I’m haunted by the random-est of thoughts that skim the top of my brain, waiting to spill out.
It’s all work. It’s crazy. And it’s the way it should be.
I attend every class that needs to be attended, otherwise make amends in order to understand what I wasn’t taught. Yet, life is full of doors, and the thing with me is that I want to open every door/opportunity and not even say no to a single one.
Or maybe I can’t, I’m not able to.
Red Bulls don’t help either, I thought they would, but they just make my head go dizzier. I’m booked till a couple of months to come, and I’m still squeezing every other piece of work into my tight schedule because I want to have my cake and eat it too.
I’m tired now.
Yet I love running against time.
x EdgyShark x
The Fake Hangover
Person reading this please note: A fake hangover is not called so because it is not a serious affair. Au contraire, it is exactly that, probably worse than a real one, but no assumptions to be made without actual experience of the situation.
And I think I’ve come to the conclusion that this was one of the worst hangovers, like in ever. It’s all good when you’re getting the cork to pop out, drinking straight out of the bottle. And even losing your mind before; posing with it pretending to have won a pole position at the Singapore grand prix, and spraying the podium with alcohol.
A hangover takes place when you get drunk and sleep on it. Now getting drunk, is not a mean feat. And no, it doesn’t necessarily include the use of glowy absinthe. Because sometimes, even oxygen can do the trick. (You know, the whole too-much-of-anything-is-not-good argument …)
We laughed. And rolled around. Clicked about a gazillion photographs, and laughed some more.
However, as the wee hours of morning approached, we had to bid adieu, like every other star accepts the shining power of the Sun, without much resistance.
The day began with agitation. Recklessness, and the desire to catch a six minute quick nap for about eight hours. What a distant dream that seemed like.
No caffeine to help me out of the madness that raged within the membranes of my brain. Not even the hints of a sane conversation or left overs of the night that lasted, stuck around to assist the storm that went wild.
My head hurt during class. And my thoughts ran amock. I became what I become at rare times like these: Philosophically outrageous.
And since I don’t talk much when confined within the walls of that campus, I wrote my frustration down on paper. In French that too.
There are very few humans left on Earth. People waste way too much time on materialistic things. I feel like time’s running out.
You know what, you’re going to realise that on your own sometime. Until that epiphany occurs, continue on like you’ve been doing. It’s your life anyway.
x EdgyShark x
It’s Perfectly Fine To Be Gay
As far as my statistical analysis has taken me, I find that most gay men are emo too. And it’s purely psychological.
They’re afraid of how their orientation might be perceived, and that’s just sad. Because they’re people after all! Receiving the worst kind of glares from beings around them makes them insecure, makes them shiver inside.
If you’re trying to locate the most harmless creature on Earth, go to someone who’s gay. They have issues, people should just leave them alone. What *is* the big deal anyway?
Rohit Verma intrigues me. It’s not nice, the way he’s so scared and people make fun of him. But the best part? He’s so confident about himself, he should be a role model for people out there.
Nobody understands them. Nobody understands anyone anyway. All people need is some grist for the gossip mill, and off they’re headed. Just because their lives are fine, they’ll reach the zenith to make sure they make others’ worse than the Fields of Asphodel.
Gay men, I find, have a better dressing sense than most men out there, present themselves better, and are extremely sensitive to others’ feelings. If you’re going to argue on that and say that women have a special corner for them, well. Men like tomboys too. Because they can relate with them.
I’ve been on both sides. I’m not gay or anything, but I used to be a tomboy. And used to be perceived as part of the boy-band. So I know what it feels like.
And when it comes to the question of leaving each one to themselves, everyone has to raise a finger. What are they doing to you by ‘being’ gay? They can’t help it. They’re born that way. And they’re born to live too.
Look at the pluss-es, they’re not even adding to the over burdening population in any way.
We’ve got to remember, no one owns the world. So you can’t seclude anyone. You do, what you feel like.
Live, and let die.
x EdgyShark x
P.S. EdgyShark likes them gay mates. x)
