Entries By buzzy
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regardless
Regardless of what you say, I am going to live how I want to. I dont believe I am going to become a sour old spinster if I dont get married. Regardless of the fact that people judge you for being single.
Posted By buzzy On 05.04.2010 @ 3:12 am
cage
Imprisoned in a cage, I flap my wings furiously. I cannot get out and it is frustrating. You do not hear me cry, just an insessant tweet, a twitter to you. Just because I am alien to you, you will never understand my world.
Posted By buzzy On 08.28.2009 @ 9:41 am
assume
What an apt word for the day. Dont assume things before you experience them, is perhaps what the word encapsulates. I think the whole Bombay vs. Delhi debate stems from this very word. How can we judge cities in this way?
Posted By buzzy On 08.26.2009 @ 10:19 am
habitat
Habitat is such a seriously boring word. Imagine having to say my habitat consists of a boring computer screen and a blue water bottle and some crazy people sitting around me thinking of ideas, which constitutes my species.
Posted By buzzy On 08.25.2009 @ 3:48 am
bars
Bars could be signs of imprisonment. But to me they mean only one thing – chocolate. And I am craving for some. Chocolate bars are more precious to me than gold. And I could kill for some right now. Yum
Posted By buzzy On 08.23.2009 @ 11:08 am
gym
Gyms are so sterile. I dont exercise because I am bloody lazy to do so but the fact is that even if I were a fat bufallo I would not go to a gym. The stale smell of sweat makes me want to puke. And theres something so unnatural about those weights.
Posted By buzzy On 08.22.2009 @ 12:22 pm
towel
A towel reminds me of Saavariya and how movies can sometimes be just ‘good looking’ without saying anything much. White towels also remind me of hotels, where they appear crisp and clean but godknows how many people have used it before you. The same for clubs.
Posted By buzzy On 11.07.2009 @ 8:57 pm
windmill
The windmills of my mind…keep turning. Brushing away the cobwebs that seem to settle on my grey cells nowadays. Brushing away the hurt, the guilt, the misery. And every time I breathe, I feel like that windmill just turned once more.
Posted By buzzy On 11.22.2009 @ 8:32 am
tray
A tray full of food – the thought makes me sick coz ive just had lunch. I lose my apetite now when i smell strong smelling food, or smell food for a long time or even see too much of food. Is there a psychological explanation for that?
Posted By buzzy On 12.23.2009 @ 1:46 am
snap
Snap it up, he bellowed in his gruff voice, laden with too much tobacco. He wheezed soon after from the sawdust in the factory and shaking his head furiously, he walked out the door. The factory boys who were scared as needles relaxed a little.
Posted By buzzy On 01.31.2010 @ 10:09 pm
