..click..blip..
And the music starts to play.
And I breathe it in. The music. The serenity, the spontaneity of it all. Its delicious. Tastes heavenly.
And I experienced. The feel when I touched a cherished moment. Its smooth like satin. Soft like cashmere. But it flows past. I hold it for a few seconds and then let it go by.
And I try to learn how to use my senses properly. Or maybe I already learnt how to use in more than the ways they can be used. Maybe I am confused or perhaps I am just crystal.
But I wont think about it. I have a promise to keep somewhere. And have to start learning, learning to learn that is..elsewhere
Later.
I never...I never.
A smiling assasion. A selfish b*st*rd. A liar. Terribly honest, all the same. Hurtful, smirking fool.
A spirit free and passionate, floating in the universe. Disoriented semi-genius. Breathes sense into bullshYt. And bullshYt into general opinion.
Scavenger. Unloved. Battered. Unbroken. Charmed. Religiously agnostic.
Champion of sarcasm. Knight of wit.
Later.
If this didnt help you know about me, you can very much get lost.
"When was the last time you were at a wedding that had a death defying hike, rogue waves, a luau, ultimate fighting, a presidential candidate and a budding bromance?" asks Papi Chulo. For most of us, the answer is never, but luckily, Papi Chulo and Secret Agent Scotch took the time to Vox all the amazing moments during their unforgettable Hawaiian wedding on 08.08.08 so we could all take part in the festivities.
The story began last February, when Papi Chulo popped the question and Secret Agent Scotch said yes! Since then, they've kept us in the loop about all the details, from the bride's veil to the wedding song to the final To-Do List. And throughout it all, they inspired us with their love for each other. (I'm pretty sure it doesn't get any better than knowing your future husband thinks you are The Perfect Girl.)
It's an amazing love story and we are thrilled they shared it with us. Watch the video of the ceremony and please join us in wishing Papi Chulo and Secret Agent Scotch the fairytale ending they deserve.
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If you had one shot, one opportunity to seize everything you ever wanted. In one moment.Would you capture it or just let it slip?
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.Source:Eminem
If you thought, that was too easy a question to answer, then what would you do if you never got the chance. Heh.
Later.
And then you tried to hold on to the sand, and it swiftly flew out of your fingers. When there was none left, you wished you never held on to it in the first place.
And then someday I understood, I could still be with the sand without actually trying to hold on to it. Maybe it wont be my sand then, but it would be my companion for some time in the journey through the desert, through life. A few cherished moments, when the wind shall carry the beloved sand along side me. Until we finally part ways happily. Maybe we’ll think of the way we came through together.
Hmm.
At least. We talked. We laughed. And we were together. No strings attached. No obligation.
And guess what, when the world comes to an end, they maybe lucky, who are together with someone special. But they are luckier, who have someone they can say goodbye to.
:)
Later.
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Although we typically post on Team Vox to let you know about things that are going on with Vox (to, uh, state the obvious), once in a while, we like to let you know about other cool things that are happening around the blogosphere. And we think the idea of four hilarious mommy bloggers traveling across the U.S. on their way to the BlogHer '08 conference - all the while blogging and video blogging the journey - is one trip you will not want to miss.
Four adventurous bloggers from the Silicon Valley Moms Group were selected to participate in the Summer Road Trip '08 and blog about their travels, hotel stays, media appearances, time away from their families, and life on the road. Six Apart helped them partner up with General Motors, who provided the blogging mommies with a Chevy Tahoe Hybrid SUV to help make their journey comfy, safe, and a little more green.
In case you're not familiar with them, SV Moms is a group of over 200 bloggers who showcase the ups, downs, outrages, struggles, victories, and everyday humor of motherhood. There are currently nine regional and demographically tailored sites that give mothers from D.C., New Jersey, the Deep South, Rocky Mountains, L.A., and Silicon Valley a powerful voice and sense of camaraderie across the country. Whether you're a mother, a child, or just a person who enjoys a good blog, you'll really love reading the words of these amazing women.
The moms buckled into their Chevy Tahoe Hybrid SUV on July 11th and even got an encouraging message from Katie Couric to kick things off! They are currently somewhere in the middle of America making their way to San Francisco where they'll attend an SV Moms Group Party, as well as BlogHer '08.
You do not want to miss these entertaining and irreverent bloggers -- or their spontaneous contest giveaways! -- as they blog from the road. Experience the journey at MomRoadTrip.com.
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And someday, the skies will open up to shower the bounty of the Gods. Rain, riches, love, life, laughter, blood, light, truth, knowledge, power, fear, disease. And the earth will be flooded with the nastiness of the heavens. And the unintelligent dwellers of the netherworld shall rejoice at having been bestowed upon with the blessings of the heavens. Not knowing whether it is the love of hell or the heaven’s fury that they are enduring. I shall stand upon the small hill, looking around at the wet world around, trying to shield myself with the weak umbrella of lies I have sewn for myself.
Layers upon layers of lies to cover up the truths, I lie in hope that it will be enough.
And a poor peasant comes up to me, speaks ill of me for not having accepted the blessings of the Gods, I glare at him with the eyes of the death lord. The peasant hurries off to join the scramble for collecting the false riches that fall from the sky. I just look on rooted to my spot. My thin umbrella seemed to be at its limit now. Begins to give way to some drops. I panic, I spew some more lies. I try to repair my umbrella I try to protect myself.
All the while wondering, for how much longer can I hold on?
I listen. Someone is singing. An angelic voice in this world of confusion. I try to look far in search of the gleam of purity. I find not far from me, at the foothills of the hill I stood upon, another umbrella open. An umbrella of pure whiteness unlike mine. Blazing with the truths of life. And of her song. I hope to catch a glimpse of the surreal divinity. I struggle downhill, careful not to let go of my umbrella. Once there, I walk around the white umbrella of truth admiring the beauty of the craftsmanship. I look at own. Black, roughly held together with millions of my lies.
And finally I look at her face. Only there was none.
The angelic voice admonished, having never seen the face of truth before, you, the bearer of the umbrella of untruths, shall never see my face. The thunder ripped across the skies above us and the bounty of the Gods kept showering upon the earth, and I could no longer repair my umbrella with my lies.
Later.
Insanity. Lapse of reason. Psychotic behaviour. In dire need of therapy. Tendency to go overboard with things.
Now,
when you see these tendencies in someone the first
thing that should come to your mind, is to let the person be alone. Followed by some other things. Brand the person a social threat. Show some pity maybe. Spread rumours. Bitch about. Never mind.
Yes, I know. Some things that happen in this world don’t make sense. Most of the things that are said in this world are lies. And almost all of the feelings in this world are unreasonable.
Yet, things keep on happening. People keep saying stuff. And no one ever stops feeling. I don’t know about how open are you folks about owning up. I however don’t have any restrictions in calling myself a hypocrite.
Hypocrite, the.
Later
PS:
Dreams from a daffodil bed,
Sweet smell of the wet earth,
Scorching beauty of a beastly deity,
Blue blood of royalty,
Care of holy Mother,
Fear of salvation, of its pain.
Gather them and maybe then you can heal me. On second thought, forget it.
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