pretty tired of taking charge of a sinking ship and steering it to shore bruised and battered.

The thing is, i dread that moment when i will finally go down with the ship. After all, luck can only take you so far. :S

It's deja vu; only this time i am not enjoying it.

The mouse needs cheese. The mouse needs to get out of the maze. More importantly mouse needs to find out who made the maze; and why.

precisely 0352, perfect time to feel lousy and no one to talk to :S

the galactic tragedy is that it's usually for the same shallow reason :|
listening to a recent favorite song.

still afraid to bare myself, i need the 'muse'.

hate myself for the superficial filtering process but i never said i am genuine :S

long time; life seems like a cork fitted in a wine bottle: set.

the mood swings still continue to surprise me ! hate them

more evidence of my inability to cope up with corpulent amounts of positive energy has come up :P

coming back to college is a shot in the arm, nothing like it.