Time, the only true fluid
that exists on this world.
The only thing that flows
and flows, and flows.
Yet we attempt to stall
this force with mere thoughts,
memories embedded in
our hearts and mind.
Images captured in episodes of jest.
Life divided, as you remember
time you had your first/
time you had your last/
time that broke you down/
time that you were lifted up/
time you took that step/
time you had to step back/
time to strive/
time to sacrifice/
time to forget/
time to cherish/
time to speak up/
time to listen/
time to reflect/
time to forget/
time to move on.

I had a thought today. And you know how powerful thoughts can be. It can fill your mind with such joy, brilliance, or hatred. Waiting for my afternoon class, I had felt an awful feeling at the pit of my stomach, as cliché-d as this sounds. I was agitated, my mind was going in leaps, skipping the important parts that could have let me in the loop. No reason, at least none I could figure out. It was a perfectly normal day, as normal as any Tuesday could be. There I was on the 3rd or 4th storey and I looked down below and wondered what it would feel like...
Acquaintances pass me by and I could only give a polite smile to mask myself. I felt dry. A change of view only allowed my imagination to grow. Will I just hurt myself or will I go the whole way? I mean, is this how those people felt...before they did it. Huh..here I go again separating myself..us and them. The mistake people like to make is that 'they' who had done it were ill. They were deranged, beyond helping. They had a motive. But what if you didn't need one. Not an excuse, not a justification. Just because you felt like it. Cause I felt it then. Or I merely thought I did. I'm here aren't I. Was I stronger than I thought...or is it the other way round?

I look into the mirror, and see changes that have confounded my visage, minute traces of me have  disappeared each day i wake. Who is this person staring blankly back at me? I see lines, blemishes, contours, unfamiliar. He raises his hand to the glass and I mimic him. Who are you I ask? No expression. His voice pervades my mind, much too easily.

"We're the same, you and I," His voice does not falter. "Same face, same body..the same 10 fingers, same matching toes...same voice, same heart, same mind. I am you. And you are me."

I feel the hatred in the recesses of my soul gather might...pushing, pulsating through my veins...through my heart, through my mind and he sees it too. Arm cocked, I thrust my fist into the reflection. The deafening silence of the moment does not filter the sound of glass in its agony of breaking. My sight goes black as I feel my skin tear, flood of crimson pours onto the surface. I stand there, drips of blood on the tiled floor. Knuckles feel the fever of hurt. Now there's not one, but an infinite number of him on the pieces of mirror left, and on the pieces on the floor. They laugh, mockingly at the despair they see in my eyes. And I join them. What else can i do? What else is there?

Stranger M.Rushdy

The Day The World Moved Without Me

• 1 call
• the book
• sway
• wet peapod
• watermelon kids
• icy-cool ride
  
• coffee doesn't keep me awake for Nobody
  
• white belts and fashion sense
  
• fucilli
• metro
  
• words unspoken
• Wanda
• dictation
• lost (and found)
• 1 call
  

It has relatively been a good year. And my new year's resolution has been the same for a while. Well, it hasn't failed on me yet. So here's to the new year. Cheers!

Due warning, this post maybe slightly morbid to some so if you do not wish to think of death or anything which entails it, you should move away from this site. -

Recent events, within this year perhaps, have been tough for some persons around me. It has come to a point that a sort of trend has developed in which i have unconsciously grown accustomed to receiving the untimely messages. It is sad to think that the only time that you can see who had cared for a person or people taking effort to make time from their lives to turn their attentions to a person is at the point of the person's passing. This uncomfortable fact reinforces one of my worst fears on this earth, which is to die without anyone's knowledge. To make this more specific, if I should die, I would wish for several people that matter to me to acknowledge my passing. Recently, a form of it has even haunted my dreams. So right now at the point when I'm typing this post, I'm making a list. Not a list of people whose lives I have touched but more of people whose lives had touched me. I regret if I have forgotten some people who should believe they had mattered in my life thus far but the people of this list matters most to me at this point of time. For the people who happen to read this post, this is in no way a form of a suicide letter. I am not a man with a death wish or am i addicted to the thought of death, I am simply a person 22 years of age, who has not had the opportunity to start a family of his own or imprinted any sign of his existence in this world thus far except being within the hearts of a few. I would hope to believe that this list will grow as I age and I would not wish for it to shrink at any point of time, for no matter what happens in this future, the individuals of this list have done their part in my life. It is regrettable that the people in this list would only know at the point after I'm gone but this is the only way it should be.
The one lesson you can bring back from this if you wish to, is that you should embrace the people you care about as often as you possibly can because you will never know what may lie in the future. I sit here in my room thanking with all my heart to the people who matter, now and forever more. But I surely hope that I have touched your lives as well. May peace be with you.

Oh my fuckin.....its December already. 2009 here we come. With the new year comes a new flood of movies rolling into the box office. Woohoo! If you're sadly out of the movie circle, fret not. Here is a list of awesome movies coming your way:

1. Watchmen(awesome graphic novel, adaptation)
2. Spirit (boring comic, adaptation, but go see the trailer. yumm!)
3. X-men Origins: Wolverine (Gambit alert)
4. Coraline (animation, Gaiman)
   
5. Fast and Furious (without the "The"s. Old Cast, New Story. Bam Baby!!)
6. The Transporter 3 (you know you want to)
7. Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen (Same cast. nuff' said)
8. The Box (moral dilemma, James Marsden and Cameron Diaz, directed by Richard Kelly)
9. Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist (go figure)
10. The Wolfman (remake, possible dud)
11. S.Darko (sequel, "S"amantha, no Richard Kelly)
12. Sherlock Holmes (elementary, Robert Downey Jr)
13. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (Bradster)
14. Terminator: Salvation (Christian Bale)
15. Star Trek (J.J. Abrams, Sylar/Spock, remake)
16. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (don't ask)