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Adventures in daytripping: July 2006
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Random meandering through a haze of substance abuse. Monday, July 31, 2006. Memories from the mountains. Posted by Colin Fernandes at 3:45 PM. Sunday, July 30, 2006. This one's for the guys. One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into bed. Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says, "I don't feel like it, I just want you to hold me. I said, "WHAT? She responded to my puzzled look by saying, "Can't you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?
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Adventures in daytripping: November 2006
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Random meandering through a haze of substance abuse. Wednesday, November 22, 2006. Posted by Colin Fernandes at 3:20 PM. Monday, November 20, 2006. Stranger on the shore.what's playing in my head right now. This weekend past was a crazy ride through concerts, rooftop birthday bumps, bleary-eyed Xbox360, wine, cheese, clams and vintage Astons 'n' Ferraris. Went by Meg's on Saturday to bum a toke, ended up going for the Indian Ocean gig at The Garden of Five Senses with her friends and her. The Ferrari the...
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Adventures in daytripping: June 2006
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Random meandering through a haze of substance abuse. Friday, June 30, 2006. Hop aboard SpaceCadet, let me fly you around the block. The Jungpura Junta loves to drink and drive or rather drive and drink. So an ordinary chilling scene means Astraman gets out the Honda, picks up Kbeer and self, and then we head to the. To rummage for our respective poison. Astraman likes the good Scotch, I go for Monk while Kbeer sticks to the lager. But the cops chased us off. It's when you're getting silly in the back sea...
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Adventures in daytripping: February 2007
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Random meandering through a haze of substance abuse. Tuesday, February 27, 2007. BritChick loaned me her laptop. the book's begun. See you'all in a bit! Posted by Colin Fernandes at 11:34 AM. Tuesday, February 20, 2007. Some things noticed on the trip down, in the train and elsewhere, was how newish parents are always so kicked when they're brat says something clever. "Aah, how sweet! At stuff like "you don't know what you're talking about". To the contrary, all Punju men, another breed that is permanent...
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Adventures in daytripping: August 2006
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Random meandering through a haze of substance abuse. Saturday, August 26, 2006. A little blind girl goes up to her mum and says, "Mummy, mummy, when will I be able to see? Her mum replies "I'll tell you what, I'll take you to the chemist and get you some special cream for your eyes and you will be able to see in the morning.". The following morning the little girl stumbled into her mums bedroom and excitedly shouted "Quick mummy, take off the bandage so that I will be able to see again.". The second guy ...
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Number 9 Thoughts: There Was A Time
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A personal love letter to my thoughts. - Noopur Vasuraj. Thursday, March 27, 2014. There Was A Time. There was a time when to write in verse. Was the only ache my heart could read. Finely, minutely, intricately -. Like fingers flying over braille,. Or over the crevices of my mind. There was a time. Not long ago, the sweet taste of intimacy. Sharp, warm, and like molasses,. It spread over every part of me. That had been kissed so intimately,. That old lovers slid off. And do you know, there was a time.
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Adventures in daytripping: October 2006
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Random meandering through a haze of substance abuse. Saturday, October 28, 2006. The chaos on the terrace has still not exited and will be around till Sunday! Sitting home yesterday and the whole brood came up to have dinner outside. Took advantage of the lack of music outside to freak them out a bit. Posted by Colin Fernandes at 2:40 PM. Friday, October 27, 2006. Back for a bit. Another Friday night's here. Finally. Satriani's chika Pen's parents were there too. Satriani plays lead for The Band and ...
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Number 9 Thoughts: Bargain
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A personal love letter to my thoughts. - Noopur Vasuraj. Friday, February 8, 2013. If only I could turn my poetry into song,. If only I could sing along. With the tune I make in my own head. If only I could fight sight and the need to tighten. My inability to hold a tune. Can the stars blink without my eyes to watch them twinkle,. Or do they fade away into the darkness,. The abyss of the universe,. To get lost in the arms of an extraordinary phenomena. Yet to be discovered. Into the arms of heaven? Shoul...
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Number 9 Thoughts: December 2011
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A personal love letter to my thoughts. - Noopur Vasuraj. Monday, December 26, 2011. I worry that I won't find it in me to pull myself out of this mess. I worry that there will be that one thing I'll never be able to confess. I worry that the sky might remain blue a little too long. I worry I'll forget the words to my favorite song. I worry that I'll never climb up a fleet of stairs. I worry that I might never learn to give a care. I worry that I'll stumble along the pavement. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Number 9 Thoughts: Answers
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A personal love letter to my thoughts. - Noopur Vasuraj. Monday, October 20, 2014. And tragedy is my greatest muse. So it's no wonder that you followed me around,. Resting on my shoulders,. At ease with the knowledge that. You became my cloak of heartbreak. Now it's down to me understanding. When the universe is going to turn around. And beg for my forgiveness. For chasing you into the crooks of my soul. I spend my time hiding in the corners of these umpteen walls. That's the nature of a heartbreaker.
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