jai guru deva om

daughters..

Wed, 13 Jan 2010 09:49:35 GMT

my daughter: dad, why do you pee standing up?
me: that's how dads do it...
my daughter: do dads also poo standing up?
me: huh?

a rock and a hard place...

Tue, 05 Jan 2010 04:57:45 GMT

my sanity is being tested... truly a difficult place to be in...

2010

Fri, 01 Jan 2010 13:48:39 GMT

happy new year

long time, wrong time...

Fri, 26 Sep 2008 09:06:30 GMT

my daughter: Gavin told me I'm sexy...
me: what did you say?
my daughter: unggoy ka Gavin!..

she just turned 3... tsk tsk...

trust me, it's strawberry...

Thu, 11 Jan 2007 07:17:14 GMT

last night was funny... it was like trying to find a needle in a haystack with the wind blowing sand in your eyes... freaking funny...

born to be alive...

Thu, 04 Jan 2007 01:22:41 GMT

it is pretty interesting how time flies eventhough one is not having fun... "another year over, and a new one just begun"...

growing up, growing old, and saying goodbye...

Wed, 25 Jan 2006 19:30:44 GMT

"... I can't play Pooh to your Christopher Robin..." - Willie Conway

twinflame...

Wed, 25 Jan 2006 15:49:07 GMT

hi... I'm currently cleaning up my life and wrapping up all the loose ends I may have... 
and this means having to say goodbye to you... live a good life!..

12 years ago...

Wed, 25 Jan 2006 02:52:32 GMT

I called you up to say goodbye... I told you I love you but I wanted to be free, to experience other things, to be with other people... to be in other relationships...

I told you that I still wanted to be with you in the future, that you should still love me no matter what, that I will come back (if only I could keep you in a box and put you in a shelf in my room to unwrap in the future), that I will love you again with a far greater love...

we both know I never did come back...

it dawned on me that it is not me that you really love...
you are more in love with the thought of "us"...

insomnia, 2 days ago...

Wed, 25 Jan 2006 01:39:09 GMT

�� I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.
To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her�� - P.Neruda