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Some days I wake up feeling 60 and other days I wake up feeling 6. So if your within that age group .. we can relate.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Messy Minds

The Novel (c) Kate Bernauer

Debris of thoughts once they begin collecting in your mind they begin to cover every empty space they can find. Have you seen the show called Hoarders ? Its about a bunch of people who cannot let go of things, from ratty looking stuffed animals to cracked china, these things they no longer use began piling up covering functional spaces like their bathrooms and kitchens, leaving them unable to perform their daily rituals. Why eat standing up when you can clear out that broken toaster and blender, reclaim your table and have a nice sit down dinner. Why do they allow it to happen to them ?

From how I see it most of them don't even know how bad their problem is until someone tells it to them. Which is why most hoarders believe that they are actually collectors, when they are really being possessed by their possessions When your so used to living in a certain kind of environment what really is toxic seems so natural to you.Thoughts to me are the same. People who keep their thoughts or problems to themselves end up just thinking and rethinking the same thing. These thoughts cascade down the mind like Tetrist blocks, bits of odd pieces trying to fit but cant seem to match one another. Building up one incomplete line after another, till you reach Game Over.

As they pile up one on top of the other, the impossibility to get rid of these thoughts then allows it to posses us. The problem gets bigger. Which is why it is very important to tell people how you feel before it does, be it a friend, a stranger or a family member. Its important to spring clean your mind once in a while get rid of the chunks of stagnant thoughts and toxic emotions that take up space. Make room for fresh crazy thoughts so you wont let them overlap, manifest and make an even bigger mess.

Talk. Write. Scream. Shout. Get those ugly thoughts out !

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Time and Tide

"The Pumpkin President" (c) Mark Ryden

I wanted a watch with no dials. Suspended Reality transitioning into absurdity.
I asked my father could I ? and he said no.
I asked my mother should I and she said yes, Go.

So off I went into this Timeless Realm,
Been stuck here ever since then,
Leaves and flowers instead of minutes and hours.
Demon goats and pumpkin men using coats.

Everything was so blinding,
Fabulous, magical, stupefying,
Thats when I knew I needed to go,
Suspended reality grounded insanity, back to the place i know.

I asked my mother 'Could i please come back ?'
She said 'No, my Dear once your in, there's no turning back.'

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Growing Out

"When girls grow up they lose their childlike confidence and can never gain it back"

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Killer Technology and Hello i'm back.

Video killed radio ...

Internet killed television .....

MSN killed ICQ

Facebook killed Friendster ....

Twitter killed blogger ...

one day

Tumblr will kill twitter ...

So when does this technological genocide ever end ?

Very easy it ends from where it begins ...

You. Me. Everybody

But since this is my blog, lets start with just me shall we.

So then lets start anew . My name is Malati how do you do ?

I've decided to start blogging again .

The fonts in my brain are beginning to annoy me,

"You can't always condense us to 140"

You see when you shift from one online platform to another you either have a clean break or don't break from it at all .

When I shifted from Friendster to Facebook . I never really looked back on Friendster .

Well except this one time when i googled my own name, needless to say after looking at the horrendously poser pictures of myself .


Close up picture of my eyes, bearing cliche tag line "My eyes are the window to my soul"

"What were you thinking 15 year old self ?"

But I was pretty sure that never again will i have the burning urge to go on my friends Friendster page and write them a 'Testimonial".

Seriously Friendster writing each other Testimonials ? What were we, putting in applications to be each others friends .

So then I shifted from Blogger to Twitter .The shift was gradual, it was much easier to let my thoughts out in bite sized pieces of 140 characters every time something happens.

To put it elegantly, its like you brain farting out words, spontaneous, unfiltered and kinda smelly.

It was was great at first. Actually it's still is great, but I missed you Blogger.

I never really could quit you. I'd tweet about you , write about you, talk about you, secretly come back and attempt to revive you.

But if you see this post, then its official this blog has been given CPR.

and I am Back and I'm gonna stop here and click 'Publish Post' instead of the usual 'Save as Draft'

" Blogging is not rocket science, it’s about being yourself, and putting what you have into it."