I jot down here in the black... As my thoughts flow through the maze that forms my mind... i speak my mind... i fear no one... i am free... this is me... .Me.Space.
VOICE MAIL IS EVIL and people who have them on their phones are EVILER, EVILEST. I don't like Voice mail and I don't like speaking to stupid recorded voices, how much ever I adore the voice x-(
Voice mail should be sent to hell and fried in a kadai full of boiling oil. Whoever discovered Voice mail should be made to hang upside down.
I am posting a lot of music. Music I like. Evenstar is one of those classics. The immortal love of Aragon and Arwen if so beautifully expressed in just one verse of pure poetry. I tried learning Elvish, but I didn't have the discipline. With my first salary in Bangalore, I bought the extended DVD version of the LOTR. I've spent entire days watching the movie over and over again. Each of the three parts of the movie runs four hours long.
My ex-husband made me listen to Evenstar before we married. He owned the extended DVD set. It was more out of vengeance than anything else that I bought the LOTR box set. But, I managed to form a bond with the beautiful storyline and especially Aragon and Arwen's painful love story.
Evenstar means other things to me today than it did three years ago. It means poetry. Just pure poetry. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Today has been such a horrible day. I can't remember the last time I spent the entire day in bed because I was sick. Hmmm... actually I do. I had my period that day. It can't seem to remember what day of the week it was. I spent the entire day in bed. I lost count of the ticking minutes. The sun rose and set. I lay there. All by myself. It hurt like nothing else. I was weak. Couldn't move. I opened the door for my maid at some point.
I cocooned in my matchbox mezzanine. The tiny window threw in dancing shadows of light and shade. I slipped between the conscious and the unconscious. Darkness and light. My stomach growled - Both in pain and in hunger. My legs grew stiff from lack of movement.
He came to visit me in the evening, after work. He brought a packet of maggi with him. He made me eat it. I wanted him to stay. He left. The maggi wouldn't stay either. I threw it all up right after he left.
Another phone fight later I shrunk under my blanket. The sun broke my slumber. It was a bright day outside. The pain had evaporated. It was time to be part of the grind again.
I totally didn't listen to a single word Prof. Allen talked about today. Today's class was on Refugees, UNHCR, Int'l mandates, Ogata and many many genocides. From studying philosophy to Int'l law is a little problematic for me. Scary also :( But right now, I just like to stare at the gory visuals on his power point. It is easier to leave out the information. I don't like dying people.
