Objects In The Rear-View Mirror May Be Closer Than They Appear

Wednesday, 31 December 2008, 8:08 | Category : Reflections, Roving I
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I wake up remembering that it is the last day of the year – and with rueful reluctance – a birthday. For a chilling moment, comes my horoscope for the day,
Someone you used to have strong feelings for comes back into your life today, either in the real world or via the digital one. They [...]

Killing Romance

Monday, 29 December 2008, 13:29 | Category : Poetry, Reflections
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Romance is dead, this is true.
Romance is just a myth foisted on the world by men to keep women chained to their stupidity.
Which is why I think romance and its sorry butt can get kicked, strangled, have acid poured down its eyeballs, buried barely breathing and have its grave danced upon.
Instead I’ll just switch off [...]

The First Step Is Admitting You Have A Problem

Friday, 26 December 2008, 6:49 | Category : Humour
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‘Tis The Season To Be Jolly

Wednesday, 24 December 2008, 5:53 | Category : Voicebox
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Celebrations are things you don’t exactly notice until you have to make a conscious effort to make them happen. Christmas has been an integral part of my life for years and years now – one of the consequences of growing up in a Christian environment and having a devout Catholic for best friend. My many [...]

Stylebhai

Friday, 19 December 2008, 15:33 | Category : Citywatch, Humour, Roving I, Spectator
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Oh my stars! Help me someone, I’m still recovering from the split sides I have from excessive suppressed laughter. Who is the cause of my cheery mood, you ask?
Meet the man himself – Mr.Mannequin!
 
He doesn’t believe in needles or anything permanant scarring his peaches n’ cream complexion. But the gods of fashion dictate that tattoos [...]

Elixir

Wednesday, 17 December 2008, 13:17 | Category : Idea ore, Reflections
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Elixir can heal as long as it is kept carefully in a bottle and taken carefully. But when dropped or smashed across the room, all that remain are broken shards that can cause injury. Even if they once contained elixir.
You don’t play football with a bottle of medicine. Or expect a punchbag to heal you.

The Memory Of Earth

Sunday, 14 December 2008, 11:05 | Category : Poetry, Reflections
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For some inexplicable reason I’m missing a time, a mood, a frame of mind and the life I had when I wrote this. When my posts numbered in single digits a month, but every single one was a memorable one, when they were set in the dark backdrop of my mind, mirrored by the black [...]