Between Coffee Breaks

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Mact Of the Fatter

The three most important words you'll ever need to
to tell your wife/girlfriend/mischellaneous(!)


You've-Lost-Weight.
[With Feeling]

Ps:
Works well in dire situations, like being caught stealing,
eating with your mouth open, forgetting birthdays,
crashing weddings and speeding tickets. [etc]

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

17-06-07 - Found in no parking zone.

19-06-07 - Paid Fine 100 rs [Banaswadhi Police Station]

Currently, a law abiding citizen.

With ease,

Andrew Esq.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Old Houses

My old house seemed bigger in my head.

It was actually dreadfully small.

Saturday, June 09, 2007

Living In Dreams

I had the coolest thing happen in my dream last night,
or so i believe. So i did some research[thank you google]
And although the info doesn't seem to relate to this dream,
i thought i'd throw it in anyway.

I've always been fascinated with dreams, especially lucid ones
(Lucid in the sense of mental clarity) Which, according to
Frederik van Eeden are dreams in which you realise that
what your experiencing is not a physical reality, but a
creation of the mind. Which then allows you to attempt to fly
or change something around you.

Moving on to my dream..

About three months ago;
I had a dream of a girl i had never seen before.
There was nothing fimiliar about her
and she began to talk to me. However
I found myself annoyed and irritated with her,
so i changed the dream i was suddenly somewhere else.
I forgot about her.

Last night, she showed up in my dream, the same girl
only more mature and grown. She had aged a bit
since i last saw her. And we got to talking
and we laughed, as i tried to explain that she had
caught me a bad time,the last time we met.
We were in broken church from one of the world wars
i reckon. It had an after-war-math feel, and then i heard the alarm.

Monday, June 04, 2007

Ghosts and Rain

Your scent lingered in the air.
And time stopped for a moment
As the nostaglic smell that was you,
now forgotten, came rushing back.
Invading my thoughts pulling out memories
safely stored away.



The rain does that too...
sometimes.

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