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watch this video, then scroll down.

















i watched this twice and only saw the kid version! i didn't get it at all till i watched it for the third time!

actually, that makes me kinda happy :)

25 september 2007

fuck poetry.
let's just stare
at the sky
we'll feel like kings
with wings
i promise.
but see the stars
they have a way
of making some people feel so big
and others so very small
and lost.
which one are you?
i can't wait to find out.

somuchtodosuchlittletime

sometimes i get this insane urge to just stand up, put a tube of lip gloss in my pocket, and start running. in any direction. and run in a big wide semicircle that covers half the earth and on my way gather every small pebble, beached starfish, torn page, postcard, crazyadventure, romantic gesture, strange book, yellow pencil, undiscovered poem, artist, beach, quaint villa, pinwheel, and long empty road i find, and put them all in my pocket with my lip gloss. then come back home and pile them all on my bed and climb on top and go to sleep and just sleep for a year. and then wake up and start all over again on the other half of the world. and when the world is done, not breathe, never breathe, not stop to breathe. before it's forgotten or stops mattering, find a wicker chair in a white house with orange curtains facing a beach and open a notebook and put everything inside it, pressed between the pages, and hide the notebook in a secret place for someone to discover after i'm dead. and then just smile and watch the sea and wait to die.

stray

the movie said
we don't love
we only enjoy
being witnessed
and we just fucking jump
at the opportunity
to feel important enough
to be witnessed

now,
here and there
we are
unwitnessed.

but we always felt
so crowded
so conscious
so restless

and that's how i know it was love

so now we get
a world each
to play in

call me silly,
but i don't really understand
big words anymore
like values
direction
or philosophy

staring life in the face and saying
no
can do that to a girl

so if you ask me
i'd just want to know

if you know i got a new tattoo
when you started wearing glasses
what you ate for lunch today
if you like my new t-shirt

that's all.

everything else you get to keep
there is finally space enough.






in case you couldn't tell,
you're being missed

things to do when i grow up: 4

stop writing feminist poetry. actions speak louder.



hahahohohehe

lyric day

suicide medicine - rocky votolato

A brain that never stops ticking,
sometimes an on-off switch would sure come in handy
A mind that's constantly cutting up and dissecting,
looking for answers, committing murders along the way

Is it the red wire, or the blue wire
just pick one and cut, it just doesn't matter anymore
or did it ever, cause I could never control
when the bomb would explode

Oh god I love you, I mean forever
I left my body behind to break the news
looks like it's over, please remember
all of the things I never got a chance to say
like you look smashing in your fourth grade picture,
the one that we hung by the door,
in our house that was so beautiful
Yeah, here in our little home

If this medication upsets your stomach,
take it with crackers, bread, or a small meal
We understand it won't do shit towards a cure
But if you buy this, I promise you're gonna like
the way it makes you feel

Is it the red wire, or the blue wire
just pick one and cut, it just doesn't matter anymore
or did it ever, cause I could never control
when the bomb would explode
Oh god I love you, I mean forever
I left my body behind to break the news
looks like it's over, please remember
all of the things I never got a chance to say
like you look smashing in your fourth grade picture,
the one that we hung by the door,
in our house that was so beautiful

Yeah, here in our little home
Our little home, nobody knows,
our little home, nobody knows what goes on
Our little home

morning song

time is running out - muse

bury it
i won't let you bury it
i won't let you smother it
i won't let you murder it

i must have a hole in my head!

wait for me, i'm almost there!

threadless, here i come :P

last weekend i saw a "dramaqueen" t-shirt at the kalaghoda westside. but it was really ugly. so i drew my own!

in a dream - jeremiah zagar

pavlov's mallrats we were

don't you get it, stupid

i still listen to that song.
the acoustic version of course.

it's still my password.
but i never visit that site.

some call it liberation.
i call it self preservation.

feel free to misunderstand.
that's just how it goes.

maybe someday i'll forget the lyrics.
maybe someday i'll forget the lyrics.

thises and thatses

preeety polaroids: lloyd hughes on flickr

my client says: "why are you doing content before layout? design the layout first, then adjust the content to fit in."
i say: i don't say a thing, i can barely breathe.

why doesn't MS Word organize a literary equivalent of this? so much fun! why do designers always get to do the fun stuff?

this branding was done with me in mind. i know it.

i just bought red pants and the golden notebook! i can't wait to mix colors!

breaking my vow of hating brands with bad websites. i'm in love.

typewriter day is here at last!

parag brings us this loverly poem in honor of my little olympia:

click click click
push push push
take take take
smile smile smile!

hahahohohehe

some spit and polish, and i'll be clackety-clacking away!

thinking of a paint job ripped off from the gorgeous tauba auerbach:


ooh ooh while there, do look at her o-so-sweet anagram posters. could there BE a better combination of design and words?

blue skirt, white wine, orange curtains, yellow afternoon, red cupboard

thing 3 update: polaroids

there is a place in this world for people like me!

it's called www.polanoid.net and it's jorjeous.

in other news, it makes me very happy that i live in a world where someone thought to prettify packing tape.

"haiku" means the same thing in gujarati and japanese! aka, five haiku as a plea for improved usability

dear last.fm,
itunes needs your formula
to fix shuffle mode

no more can i bear
the books following pink floyd
following psapp

i would love you both
so much more if you were to
join forces today

learn from the gujjus'
literary connection
to the japanese

if undhiyo and
sushi eaters can be friends
i'm sure so can you!

(what is a haiku you ask?)

things to do when i grow up: 3

buy an old polaroid camera. take lots of strange pictures.

i love how sweetly violent this is.


source: franck juery, ffffound

6th of 6th

i don't know who made these rules. but i'm just a follower.


the rules:
1. pick the 6th picture from your 6th photos folder
2. tell the story around it
3. pass it on to 6 people

story:
kala ghoda art fest '07. the storm between two calms.
anja, the owner of that hand at the back, redefining retail therapy.

people:
vee
j
d
y
viks
milz

tired restless worried jobless

don't you think a person's feet and footwear tell you almost everything you need to know to form an accurate first impression?



sleeping feet shot with shaking hands at marine drive.

tra la la

i've been having horrible nightmares. so i decided to paint myself some happy dreams :)