Saturday, April 21, 2012. You know that feeling inside when you call your best friend and ask how to open your car bonnet? And ask them wear to find the bonnet popping lever in YOUR car? Imagine that added on by the fact that you called them in their first nap in 32 hrs after a long day. Thursday, March 29, 2012.

Thursday, January 20, 2011. I blame it on the crippling effect of adolescent conspiracies and the not-so-discreet whispering of those who get a kick out of the misery of others.

Thursday, April 28, 2016. Is it safe to assume that no one reads these anymore? That Kottu has finally moved on to the netherworld. Saturday, April 25, 2015.

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Two people sharing a life. Two thoughts sharing a prose. Two lives sharing a poem. He who wears the purple boxers.

Wednesday, June 4, 2014. Every good thing must come to an end. Dare I say it, this blog was good while it lasted; it lived with me through good times and bad, helped me express myself, and hopefully, provided some enjoyment to those others who read it. All that started after I moved to Japan with the beginning of a new life. Now that that chapter is about to be closed, and while good things are in waiting, it is time to give some closure to this blog as well.

I am so much more than what I am, and yet, less than what I could be. Friday, December 16, 2011. Cowrie shells and the unknown! Play an intimate role in west African society as it is often referred to as a source of divination since they play a part on the rituals and beliefs of many religions in the region. The general pattern followed is that a number of shells are cast upon the ground after the practitioner invokes and saluted Orishas.

Nothing else but a Pussy! I feel really bad about abandoning my digital child - this very blog. Most of all, I feel really bad because I have promised many, that I would keep this blog alive. Put my legs up and enjoy the gorgeous sunset to the rhythm of the waves slashing against the white sands. The social barricades here are unimaginable and unbelievable, women who l.