Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Easter break.. Whew...

Ha, Thanks god for term breaks.
wib wobs was getting to me... i almost shouted at an annoying customer during my last shift. er.. told him off actually, but the brute probably didnt understand my subtle telling off. most of them don't.

another 1000 word a day pledge. marathon. 30,000 by April 25th? er.... wanna say, like hell, but being optimistic and all that (1000 words down today), i shall say.. fingers crossed.

and this has to somehow happen around disruptions like office hours, meeting shannon, davey etc, visiting the valley (ha.. that sounds mysterious), having the girls visit.. ooohh...

wanting to go anti social again, but valley and girls can't be avoided. hmmm...

Monday, March 20, 2006

story by haruki murakami

Ha, I found it... dear Malchisadek,
it starts like this..

On seeing the 100% perfect girl one beautiful April morning
Haruki Murakami

One beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street in Tokyo's fashionable Harujuku neighborhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl.

Tell you the truth, she's not that good-looking. She doesn't stand out in any way. Her clothes are nothing special. The back of her hair is still bent out of shape from sleep. She isn't young, either - must be near thirty, not even close to a "girl," properly speaking. But still, I know from fifty yards away: She's the 100% perfect girl for me. The moment I see her, there's a rumbling in my chest, and my mouth is as dry as a desert.

Maybe you have your own particular favorite type of girl - one with slim ankles, say, or big eyes, or graceful fingers, or you're drawn for no good reason to girls who take their time with every meal. I have my own preferences, of course. Sometimes in a restaurant I'll catch myself staring at the girl at the next table to mine because I like the shape of her nose.

But no one can insist that his 100% perfect girl correspond to some preconceived type. Much as I like noses, I can't recall the shape of hers - or even if she had one. All I can remember for sure is that she was no great beauty. It's weird.
"Yesterday on the street I passed the 100% girl," I tell someone.

"Yeah?" he says. "Good-looking?"

"Not really."
"Your favorite type, then?"

"I don't know. I can't seem to remember anything about her - the shape of her eyes or the size of her breasts."


"Yeah. Strange."

"So anyhow," he says, already bored, "what did you do? Talk to her? Follow her?"

....and so it goes

Saturday, March 18, 2006

the mere bones

What do I need to write here…
Story 1
Aspiring model meets with horrid middle man..
Gap toothed..peanut crunching
Ciggie smoke blowing
Modern coffee shop
Funny ashtray; looks like a misshapen pot.
Talks of lingerie ads coming up.. tirupur
Movie.. how simran was introduced by him
Music video…
Bhavesh bhai..meeting in his car…
Picks her up.. unhappy with her conservative clothes and no/little-makeup
Bhai and her in car… talk talk… clean rich teeth and hair…
Talks of being friends.. friendly advice- never do lingerie ads- u say yes means u willing to sleep with them..
Drives all around bang; wanting to be friends, wanting promise of meeting again..
Drops her off…

Friday, March 10, 2006


assing is the saturday feb 18th post now i find.
hmm.... tempting to delete, but must keep for checking every so often and renew embarrasment as lesson to learn continually.
sop. sad sap.
like to also i do talk like yoda do.

stirring the sun

stirring the sun
and leapfrog the horizon
scratch the eardrums burst
sinking in cold fathoms deep snow
pinprick the tender arch, instep
steely eyed cat on mahogany table o
rattle the woodwork
rattle the claptrap horsecart vandyke
pine tail tin drum drum
leap and leap and leap frog
the horizon
stirring, crooning like elvis
flick the hair back
talk quivery dialogue after dialogue
after dialogue
like chevalier shivaji ganesan
hold my hand
... and jump