Strange Love

Yes. I love washing machines. For they twirl and clean. I can and do spend hours just looking at you.

Posted happily from a lovely laundry room.



And on the pedestal these words appear: 
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away".


Mid-may melancholy

Officially 27.
Let's celebrate:


November, November, November

I am really wondering about the November! Every year, I post to this blog in November.
Why November?!



Every year or two, a blog post is needed!


Sleepless night, demystified.

My last post on "toughts of a sleepless night" was meant to be intellectual and deep. However, to be honest, it was before a severe flu.
Annnnd I'm still suffering...


Thoughts of a sleepless night

It has been two years since my last post. Lots of things happened. I lost my domain name; waited a year to reclaim it; got married; moved to a new house; started graduate studies and...

They don't even matter. The only thing that is of my real concern right now is that I can't sleep tonight. A strange feeling deep down my stomach. Took a Metoclopramide pill.