Thursday, September 22, 2016

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Don't Breathe - First Impressions

Don't breathe - gripping with an interesting sub-text. A blind soldier defends his property against three thieves by switching off the lights and, in his own way, making the house a space where he can protect himself from intruders. But you feel sorry for the kids who got greedy, committed a theft, and mostly grossly underestimated a man's strength.

So basically, if you are powerful and have boundaries and fight to defend what is yours, you are wrong and must pay. (Reminded me of Animal Farm a little bit.)

Not an easy watch. Definitely don't see it if you want to 'unwind'.

Wednesday, September 14, 2016


Little white lilies,
Dark black swans,
In that lake of smuggled poetry.
Somewhere in the forest,
Dreams go unseen,
To shape all things unborn,
Decorated with little white lilies
And dark black swans.

Monday, September 12, 2016

There is no getting away from it...

I think some people are very okay with not having any self-respect. It's not easy having some, of course. And I think with a certain mindset, you can do away with it. You can posture your groveling for attention as closure. You can keep turning up in someone's life every few months or so to expressly tell them how you are 'so' done and all that - only to rinse and repeat. I wonder if such people ever have an inkling of just how pathetic they seem. I am sure they do - all people are smart. But I think, maybe in a world I don't quite understand yet, having dignity is not all that important. You may sense how pathetic you are but you may be okay with that situation because something else is more important. Maybe some sort of attention for some sort of behaviour. I don't know.

A long time ago, I had written about someone who had texted me about 'closure' and things like that. I thought we were done. Apparently not. I got a text again today. And if I know anything about that person, there is some form of pathological resurfacing that will happen again.

I'm not sure why though. I have some guesses. I think when you are very, very selfish, then at some point, that hungry, ghoulish selfishness then turns on you. It will eat you up and then maybe you flail around before you slip through the gullet like a pellet of self-absorption. Then like a recurring bout of nausea, the pellet gets hurled out again. Then it gets consumed again.

Earlier, I had thought that all this was over.

Now I know better.

Sunday, September 11, 2016

300, 299, 298, 297, 296, 295, 294: Bought some books

I was at J.M. Road the other day and happened to locate 'Book World'. It's a tiny bookstore in the basement of a shopping plaza. They have loads of books and some good paperbacks for just a couple of hundred bucks. I got a few light reads to stock up on:

1. The Tenderness of Wolves by Stef Penny
2. The Late Child by Larry McMurtry
3. Jennifer Government by Max Barry
4. The Bronte Project by Jennifer Vandever
5. Four blondes by Candace Bushnell
6. Girl Reading by Katie Ward