Puddle

"... imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, 'This is an interesting world I find myself in, an interesting hole I find myself in, fits me rather neatly, doesn't it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well, must have been made to have me in it!' This is such a powerful idea that as the sun rises in the sky and the air heats up and as, gradually, the puddle gets smaller and smaller, it's still frantically hanging on to the notion that everything's going to be all right, because this world was meant to have him in it, was built to have him in it; so the moment he disappears catches him rather by surprise. I think this may be something we need to be on the watch out for."

-Douglas Adams

Consider yourself,

moved.

Revelry

With great haste,
And empty bladders,
We fled the balcony.

D.W
Whenever

On the way down

<3

Harakiri

As I shed a single tear,
While you remain silent at my feet.

I am everything you wished I would be as dawn paints the sky.
The world awakens as you kiss the soil.

The hour comes sweeping,
While you stay kneeling.

You pray that I will be as swift.

Goodbye my brother
I will see you again.

Dayaan W.

He lives

He finds home with the maps scarred on his arm, and the wounds unhealed within his subconscious.

He knows full well, that he cannot live out his hedonistic dream.

He is the dying mother of his own mental being, conceived and experiencing the world folded onto itself.

He is born out of myth, and exists by reacting with what we accept is reality.

Awaken.

Dayaan W.

This must stop 'Tree'.

Look,
I'll level with your tall, towering ass.
I know it isn't eaasy being a tree, especially with the Swedish running around.
But really, you cannot, honestly think that people would mistake you for a human being, thats just wishful thinking tree!.
Stop being such a cunt and assume regular tree behaviour, you cannot run with those legs tree!, they're just made of bark, even a chipmunk with a chainsaw could catch up to your stupid ass!.
I'll bet your tree friends think you're all that with your two legs, but you don't fool me you bastard, I know I waved at you when we met, but that was just me feeling sorry for you.
Motherfucker.
Get back to your roots tree.

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Alright so I decided to put up my own homage to the person who runs one of the most awesome blogs I've come across.
The tree I picked was one I photographed myself in an eco park at the Kandalama Hotel in Sigiriya.
Oh yes , big-ups to the 53rd Division of the Sri Lankan Military on finally putting an end to the LTTE Chief.
Thats all from me now.
Bai.

Rawr

I am a rebel
Or am I really?.
A long time ago, I used to rebel against anything that stood in the way of my pseudo-hedonistic lifestyle.
But that was me at 18, today I can admittantly say that I base my opinions on whether the information regarding the subject matter is easily accessible or not, which sounds pathetic really.
I hope that people who ever had a measure of respect in me can forgive me for this, but there have been incidents where I've come out on top without question.
I honestly have no clue why I decided to write this, I've been yearning to write about anything, for quite some time, maybe it's just me desperately wanting a magnum opus of my own, ignoring the fact that I've got a lot more time left in this world.
But I feel I've lost faith in faith itself, I could pass inexplicably, leave a trace for a year, and then be forgotten like a firecracker glorified.
A cousin of mine here in Sri Lanka recently reminded me that the emotions you show, the extreme ones that are born out of a social reaction, are the manifestations of God himself, i.e, you being as hateful and ripe with deceit, at your worst time, is but a mere measure of how vicious God can be. As for me, I've been loved and discarded, as well as loved and discarded, driven to sheer terror, madness, love, depression , each born out of each other like a chemical imbalance that can never settle.
And probably never will, but I don't really mind in a way, after all, to feel is to live.
I believe that in order to exist, to truly exist on Earth, you need to react with the environment in some way, no matter how small, or insignificant. You could bump into someone on the street that you've never even met before, and it would have some kind of effect later.

I actually typed this out a couple of days ago, thinking I'd complete it, but I honestly couldn't be arsed right now.
Sorry.

EDIT: I just got back from an awesome trip to Sigiriya last night, we stayed at a couple of hotels, the second one being the Heritance Kandalama which was just beautiful since it was built around a forest, almost everything left undisturbed
http://www.heritancehotels.com/kandalama/

Thats all from me now,

Bye <3 :)

Better than crack

I miss(ed) the 80s :(

Once held

"Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire."

-François de la Rochefoucauld

Omegle what?

So recently I came across this anonymous chatroom called Omegle, it's basically the online equivalent of being thrust into a dark room with a complete stranger and forced into conversation.

This of course irked me, for no reason other than, what is an omegle?

My failure in finding a meaning behind it, and my newfound disdain in stupid words that lack a purpose other than to describe a retarded idea that it was made for...
...led me to write out this post at 5 minutes to 5 AM :).

Now I'm sure that, like me, you guys see how this idea can go terribly terribly wrong.

So I decided to try either annoying, or freaking out my given 'Stranger' into disconnecting, this way I can be a nuisance and nobody can really do anything about it. =D

I should give up therapy.

Anywhoooo..


Stranger: How are you?
You: I'm good
Stranger: where you from?
You: Croatia
You: what are hobbies?
Stranger: cool
Stranger: capoeira!
Stranger: are you man or woman?
You: wow
You: I like to nun slapping
Your conversational partner has disconnected.



SUCCESS!
Lets try again, I think I'm getting the hang of this :).




Looking for someone you can chat with. Hang on.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You: HEY
Stranger: hello
You: MOTHERFUCKER , GIVE ME BACK MY CAPSLOCK BITCH
You: FUCKER
You: GIVE
Stranger: son of a bitch fuck of
Your conversational partner has disconnected.



I'm a pro!



Connecting to server...
Looking for someone you can chat with. Hang on.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: Hi
You: *drumroll*
Stranger: Huh?
You: NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP
You: NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN
You: NEVER GONNA TURN AROUND AND
Stranger: Asshole
You: DESERT YOU
You: NEVER GONNA LET YOU CRY
Stranger: Go to hell im leaving
You: NEVER GONNA SAY GOODBYE
Your conversational partner has disconnected.



w00t RickRoll' achievement!



Connecting to server...
Looking for someone you can chat with. Hang on.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: Hey
You: POOP ON MY FACE
Stranger: HAAHHAH
You: PLZ?
Stranger: that was funny XD
Stranger: d00000000d hizzlemynizzle yo
Stranger: wazzup?
You: MY BEARD DESIRES TO BE STAINED BY YOUR ARSE NUGGETS
Stranger: take that on my ass please!
Stranger: nananan sing with meh
Stranger: comeon comeon
Stranger: dont play so cocky come on.
You: look, I want to post this as a funny conversation on a website
You: why won't you cooperate?
Disconnected.



Well you can't win them all.
Also with that last one, I realise I'm in danger of raising a few eyebrows o.o.
Call me sick at will, if theres a job to be done, I'm going to do it right.

IshouldprobablybesupervisedbyentirelifeIknow

Bai <3

iCan't Sleep

I was just telling a friend (this post is going to come off as boring to you now that you know what it is so move along, you know who you are haha) , sometime after I finally got around to watching that Benjamin Button movie,

I wish I lived in a movie, and I know I'm not the only one who probably feels this way.

That way, you'd know when something bad was about to happen because of the rise in tempo of the music, which would give you enough time to get out of the way because that killer panda moonlighting as a ninja is totally going to rip you a new one.

Some people want to know how their story ends, some would rather wait for the surprise, or for some, an anti-climax.

I'd want to know whats in store for me really, I'd have a chance to improve on it, or just be content with the way things are when current affairs go awry.

I guess for a select few, you'd really be able to categorise life with movie genres, you'd be able to tell one personality from the other that way non?.

If I had more readers here, I'd ask them to post a comment with what director they'd want their lives done by, but clearly I don't.

Incidentally, I'm loving this two sentence minimum shift thing I have going here.

Ingenious.

I've realised theres really no point, or cohesion with this entry so heres a picture of a sleepy hedgehog.

Taprobane

Like a flower with war-torn petals,
Where the people live on cold showers and hot nights.
The sound of the wingless birds expelled from corroded cannons,
Will drive your flock away from sight.

To sift through the reddenned grain seems a chore
To lay motionless in a pool of tears is much more than I can bear
I wait head-strong and patiently until the sounds of marching men fade, swallowed by the trees
To rise and take stock, and start all over again.

-Dayaan 21/04/09


I'm still in Sri Lanka, taking in the sights and sounds at a moderate pace, due to my stay being unceremoniously extended. On the whole, I don't really mind, I can't believe that so much time has past already.
For everyone I've left in Dubai, I miss you guys loads :), hopefully I'll be back soon.

Cheers,

It will all be over and here we are

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W-Q5t4Q26o0

The silence keeps it easy
Keeps you safe for the moment
As you're walking away
Your footsteps get louder
All you needed was time
But now time will destroy us

It will all be over and here we are
We're stuck inside this salted earth together
You'll pierce my lungs
My limbs go numb
As my colors fade out

You watch me bleed
You watch me bleed

I gave you everything but die with a smile
All you wanted was to live for a while
You took everything but it left you empty
You can't replace me, you can't

It's almost over and here we are
We're stuck inside this salted earth together
You'll pierce my lungs
My limbs go numb
As my colors fade out

You watch me bleed
You watch me bleed

It will all be over and here we are
We'll die inside this salted earth together
You'll pierce my lungs
My limbs go numb
As my colors fade out

You watch me bleed

*sigh* <3

Meanwhile, I can't want to get back to Dubai.

iLive

I live with every crack of the sky that brings tears to thirsty soil.
I yearn with every grievance struck upon me by human spite.
I seek the judgement day brought swiftly, ending this mortal frame.
I am but a lone wolf seeking shelter.
I will be forsaken.
I will be.

Dayaan

I collide

One, two three
Lets meet and cavort like old times
In the same apartment towering over city cars
painting bright neon lines in a slow shutter
Lets roar louder than the fire engulfed
In, out and around a dying building sacrificed

Twirling and twisting around a promise broken
Time beats with the sound of scurrying seconds
I'm thinking, running, screaming faster now until sunshine

The clicking hands fall to the floor
It's left me in the middle of my own little choreographed breakdown
As the dust settles
The sun will be my own, and only witness
Goodnight

Dayaan
In his own right

If the last man still stood

Ever found a purpose in thought and failed at it?
You're now not only thinking of a purpose,
But by doing so, proving yourself wrong if you believed in the first line.
I hear about 'modern thinking' so much nowadays and it's quite intimidating if you do follow it closely, because any speculation on the subject automatically renders almost any hypothesis ultimately pointless.

The reason is, because it's just that easy.
Where are the great thinkers of yore?, where are the 2009 incarnates of Plato?, the manifestations Socrates?, hell, where are the damned Crowleys nowadays?.

Haha.

Free speech and the mythical microphone for everybody in today's day and age with the aid of newer and more liberal mediums of media? (thats going to make money someday, or maybe it has already and I've missed the curry-train). Pfft.

The subconscious and taut reins of the 'better man' still pull hard at the layman by the teeth.

I crave for innovation, something new, lets do away with subtlety forever.

And invoke the power of dream.

Nova eterna

Flash photography

Everybodys watching me
Put away good morals and enter the flame
Everybodys haunting me
Tear away the curtains and throw it all in
This is how I want to live
Sonic ecstasy and a box of cigarettes
There isn't a care in my world
Casual blasphemy and a box of matches

Light the fire
Let it burn
The infamous flame
Hiding behind a paper shield
Let it surround me
Let it pull me
Deeper
Deeper still

D.w