Day 01: a recent picture of you and 5 facts about yourself.

1. Sam's two favourite desserts are cheesecake and tiramisu. 
But the cheesecake has to be all deliciously rich and the tiramisu, a perfect blend of coffee, Mascarpone cheese and liquor. 


2. Sam wants to ride a Vespa in Italy and go cliff diving in the caribbeans


3. As a kid, she wanted to spend the rest of her life writing beautiful stories about magic trees and fourth dimensions. until she decided that getting a boring proper grown-up job (i.e. lawyer/banker) would pay more and that she doesnt have enough talent to live on imagination.


4. she also has weird complusions. like how at the end of a meal, her utensils MUST be arranged parallel to each other, facing the same direction and with no more than 1 cm between them.


5. Sam's favourite Shakespearean play is A Midsummer night's Dream, and her favourite personality in it is Puck, just cos he's such a free spirit and all mischief.


oh and because i take every chance i can get to say this, here's one more:


Sam believes that God's too big to fit into one religion, and that people should stop using that as an excuse to bomb others into smittereens. JUST STOP.

too young to understand/too old to live

things on their own have no meaning. we -our emotions, experiences and perspective - attach meaning to these things. we come to name the material objects in our language, based on our understanding of the world.
when i say chair, i mean a high backed four legged object to sit on. when you say chair, you could mean soft cushion, spindly legs and armrests. likewise, when i say love, i could mean hugs, understanding, pressence. and when you say love, you mean gifts, appreciation and tenderness. words are classifications and categories we use to make our understanding of the world more managable.

and everyday, we maneouvre this maze of names and meanings to project ourslves upon the world. we stumble on nouns, pronouns and verbs, trip ourselves up on adjections, conjunctions and superlatives. when we say something, are we heard the way we're meant to? when we listen, do we hear all that is not being said?

Hmmm, random musings on a slow Saturday afternoon.

but there arent enough words in this world to describe every nuance of feeling, every degree of magnitude. and therein lies the great irony of art. it names nothing for you. it defines nothing recognisable but reaches beyond all these categories and classifications to something more organic to something that doesnt need to be named. something intrinsic. this gives it the freedom and power unique to art alone. it is not bound by the limitations of language.

at the same time, that's what good writing is. it's the transferance of emotions and meanings from one person to another, in a way that transcends the mere definitions of the words as we've come to know them.

Day 00

Day 01- A recent picture of you and 5 facts about yourself

Day 02- The meaning behind your Tumblr/LJ/Blogger name
Day 03- A picture of you and your friends
Day 04- A habit that you wish you didn't have
Day 05- A picture of somewhere you've been to
Day 06- Favorite super hero and why
Day 07- A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you
Day 08- Short term goals for this month and why
Day 09- Something you're proud of in the past few days
Day 10- Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad
Day 11- Another picture of you and your friends
Day 12- How you found out about Tumblr/LJ/Blogger and why you made one
Day 13- A letter to someone who has hurt you recently
Day 14- A picture of you and your family
Day 15- Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play
Day 16- Another picture of yourself
Day 17- Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why
Day 18- Plans/dreams/goals you have
Day 19- Nicknames you have; why do you have them
Day 20- Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future
Day 21- A picture of something that makes you happy
Day 22- What makes you different from everyone else
Day 23- Something you crave for a lot
Day 24- A letter to your parents
Day 25- What I would find in your bag
Day 26- What you think about your friends
Day 27- Why are you doing this 30 day challenge
Day 28- A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then?
Day 29- In this past month, what have you learned
Day 30- Who are you?

I'm scared.

i feel it,
the certain drift, the shrinking, the emptiness.

It's something i think we both feel, but
dont dare say aloud. for naming things as they are, gives them power,
a certain recognition that neither of us are willing to face.

all i can do is tell you how much i miss you,
as i feel you slipping away.

hello stranger.

It's a sunny sunday afternoon, and i'm listening to Joshua Radin on repeat. Sunflowers smile at me from my table, reminding me that someone out there loves me enough to search through the infinite number of flowers on the web, choose one with care, and pay massively for sth that might or might not be delivered. All this so that when i wake up today, and hear the door bell ring, i'll open the door to a surprise, putting a big smile on my face.

This one is for you darling - for every part of you i miss and love.

Tom Stoppard

"I don’t think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you might nudge the world a little or make a poem that children will speak for you when you are dead."

Jamais vu

i look ahead to the weeks before me, the months, the coming year. i glance at the calender, i scan through my planner. the dates rush past me.
like how time would as well? i wonder.

i see the filled days - deadlines to meet, meetings to attend, a life to live.
the immensity of the many things is overwhelming, but it carries echoes of many not-so-distant pasts.
why does it all feel so familiar?

i have come this way before. in fact, this journey is so well traveled, i have left a path where there was none. why is it then that each time i trod down this lane i fail to recognise the stones that line the cold ground, that the second left turn surprises me still?

take a good look around,
recognise that you are no stranger to this,
and like all the other times when the dark forest of trees had given way to open skies,
this time too will be no different.

you can do this.

believe that in the end,
everything will be alright.