The days in retrospect

It'll be December in a few weeks and i'm here thinking when did the days go so fast? Even more what did I do all September up until now? "I possibly can't have forgotten how the school semester begun". I say trying so hard to convince myself while deep in thoughts reminiscing.
       Erm it started off with little sleep because I suddenly undertook a big project before the school semester commenced. And so I spent most of September working my butt off to meet the deadlines for the project as well as that for school. If you ask me, September  for me was a lot of sleepless nights maybe that's why I can only remember bits and pieces of it.
       October came in like a gush of wind determined to last longer than its precursor. It did. But as wonderful as that sounds, I do not remember what I did with that ample amount of time. Well if you must know, I had the days off school for three days. That felt awesome. I remember saying that to myself but the rest of the drama that must have happened in between, seems to have currently flown over my head. I might remember it later but for now my memory is failing me.

Nov 22, 2014

The days in retrospect

It'll be December in a few weeks and i'm here thinking when did the days go so fast? Even m...

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Its all bulls at the end of the day

          I remember listening to Joyce Meyer a few days back nodding as if I've been reincarnated into an Agama Lizard. My head could barely hold still for Joyce's wisdom and dissection of the scriptures seemed somewhat profound and yet so easy to comprehend. I was indeed touched and I noticed that most times when I bobbed, I did so because she was either reiterating some of the things I discussed with friends or was a confirmation that I still was doing a whole lot of things wrong. As usual I was not the least surprised because even when I undergo my haphazard prayer every once when I feel like, I sense something saying "Let go and let God" but the interesting thing is that even though I know this, there's always that urge to fight back and be in control of my life.

Aug 22, 2014

Its all bulls at the end of the day

          I remember listening to Joyce Meyer a few days back nodding as if I've been reincarnated into an Agama Lizard....

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The Tale of Every Creative Person

            There's one thing that makes me overly excited, making it really hard for me to even contain the joy I'm raptured in. The reason for this is no other than watching a client leave with utmost satisfaction. It warms my heart and sometimes I question myself about the feeling.

"What could this be?" And the response I get is, it's the feeling of accomplishment.
Yes! Finally I say after all those sitting, paper tossing, scribblings, sometimes tearing up and long walks to welcome a creative idea.

           This is why I love leaving any creative work I do with so much eagerness and happiness because I can't wait till I see the look of satisfaction on the client's face. I'm like finally where has relief gone because I missed you baby.

            I do not know how to describe the feeling but the image that comes to mind is a chocked person. This particular individual in question, lays in wait till he gets the relief he needs to have his life back on track again. So he's constantly struggling, waving his hands to call attention to himself until someone comes to the rescue. The same concept can be synonymous with any creative work. One's mind is constantly in chaos.

May 14, 2014

The Tale of Every Creative Person

            There's one thing that makes me overly excited, making it really hard for me to even contain the joy I'm raptured...

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Here's to the crazy ones

Here's to the crazy ones that make you scoot over almost tumbling on your way to the next seat. Your next exact reaction is to shield your face and eyes from meeting theirs. You'll be in a hell load of mess if that happens.

              The next day you spot them again in the subway. This time, they are your next door neighbour. They prefer not to let you have the peace and quiet you need to regain your confidence or even your knowledge of words.
            "Hey there" He says with his mouth drooling with saliva.
            "H-e-y" You say nervously watching him as he rummages and scratches his groins ferociously.
He grins at you then takes a sniff at it exhaling with relief. You hear the announcement for the next stop  knowing it isn't yours, you squeeze your way through for freedom. Out there you let out a sigh of relief. It was a thousand times worth the abruptness.

                       Happy Easter yall.
                                                              

Apr 20, 2014

Here's to the crazy ones

Here's to the crazy ones that make you scoot over almost tumbling on your way to the next seat. Your next exact reaction is to shield y...

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No way out

It is four cornered
Tightly sealed and yet slightly loosed
Letting the air flush in
Bringing in with it unpleasant odour of struggle...
Held bound with chains
Running east and west
Rolling like stones without directions
Scattered around and kicked once more
By nonchalant passer-by
Watching with curiosity as their eyes bulge out
And it still trails
But all starring like a sight to see
Yet no one puts a foot forward
To halt as they glide happily
Down the hilly mountains
But they have their hungry legs kicking daily
Trapping the pebbles in its four corners
And they turn away cheerfully
Because that is where the joy lies
When they become trapped
And stationary
They become controlled
As when their legs come over it again
It forces movement and to whatsoever direction
They can conjure easily
Because to the pebbles,
They are words they hearken to
But really it was just a cycle

Apr 19, 2014

No way out

It is four cornered Tightly sealed and yet slightly loosed Letting the air flush in Bringing in with it unpleasant odour of struggle... ...

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Here's to something absurd

       Some of my friends at school think I have gone nuts because I have tons of pictures on my phone and never seem to post any on social media. Anytime they snatch my phone away from my hands. I prepare myself for the puzzled look that will soon surface. I start by saying even without being asked. "I know. I just love documenting things. Its for memory sake" They become speechless for awhile and then say you should really get Instagram. I laugh dryly while responding "I already have one"

They do not try to press on further but their faces give away their thoughts. They have their eyebrows raised to denote a questioning look, mouth bent to the sides almost as if they are mumbling words from another planet. Geez! I can already tell what they are thinking. Not that I mind but it will be nice if they asked why I did so.
        So I pretend like I don't know what is happening as I engross myself in my phone. Well this are my thoughts, if you'll rather have your eyebrows raised without considering it necessary to inquire of the reason, I do not in anyway owe you an explanation.

                                                   Has anyone experienced the same thing?

Apr 18, 2014

Here's to something absurd

       Some of my friends at school think I have gone nuts because I have tons of pictures on my phone and never seem to post any on social...

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Wilting flowers

          She starred down at the cuts, wounds and the blood that was dripping from her battered body, looking as if her mouth would fly open to recite her last prayers and her head, to lie lifelessly on the cold floor. She remained on the floor crawling with the tip of her dress sticking out and leaving traces of blood behind. Her cloth was drained in her blood and had become lucid because of the sweat that came so profusely, gluing her strap to her dark chocolate skin. 
          She sat there paying no attention to her environment but plastered her shaky hands to her face, to wipe away tears that had no end to it. Her eyes were cherry red and had become swollen from the tears that filled her weary eyes. She could barely move, still staggering but managed to lift herself with the support she got from dainty furniture's that were evenly spread along the corners of the room. She made her way to the washroom, pushing the door forcefully and starring at the room strangely as if her eyes caught an usual sight all buried within the four corners of the room. 
          She let go of her already stained linen dress, letting it fall quietly to the cold floor, before sticking out her tiny toes that had been trapped in the dress. She gave out a sigh that ushered in tears from her eyes, running its way through her cheeks, where its effects became a little more apparent with the white marks it left behind. She placed her hands on her mouth forcing herself to hold back tears before allowing her misty eyes to fall on her naked self as she scrutinized her body with open gaze.

Mar 29, 2014

Wilting flowers

          She starred down at the cuts, wounds and the blood that was dripping from her battered body, looking as if her mouth would f...

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Not all guys have had girlfriends

         Today I heard the most astounding news and for some reason, I could not get a hold of myself.

Benedict Cumberbatch bears close resemblance with Alex. Well except for those eyes. 

It all happened on a dreary Friday night at the library. My mind was filled with worries. I needed to come up with a concept for my radio ad campaign. I was running out of ideas because my professor had bored into my head that I needed to resist the usual if I wanted my ad campaign to standout from the clutter.

            I had my face buried in my work. I was doing absolutely fine until my friend came around. She wanted to converse while I on the other hand, craved for an idea to surface soon. I was not sure what to do so I listened while trying my best not to give my thoughts away. It was a bigger task than I realized. She could tell I was the least interested in what she was saying. I know. There is just something about my facial expression that always seem to betray me no matter how hard I try to conceal my thoughts. And so she decided to turn to her next victim. A young man, blonde hair, fairly muscular and with descent looks that made any girl turn for a minute. He was definitely good looking but the wow factor needed to capture any girl's attention for an endless amount time, was out of the equation.

Feb 8, 2014

Not all guys have had girlfriends

         Today I heard the most astounding news and for some reason, I could not get a hold of myself. Benedict Cumberbatch bears clo...

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A different Look at Creativity

           When I think about creativity, I think of it in subjective terms because of the variations attributed to the term by a wide range of people. To prove this, I'd love to conduct an interview on the streets of North York Toronto. This way, I would have substantial evidence to justify my claim.
         But yeah I have been contemplating on this topic for over a year now, pulling my hair out, rocking my chair, possibly throwing tantrums because of the insatiable desire to gather a new approach on this topic. I used to think of creativity in the most simplistic form which if you ask me, is the ability to create something new from the scratch. This, I believed only to be creativity and any other thing that might take a similar course to this, is only a disguise of the original. I believed that an idea had to be born fresh, anew before presented boldly to people as a creative idea that exhibits authenticity. Hence when people deviated from this, I would usually point a finger at them and say they lacked creativity, insight and the ability to think.
          Its no wonder why I was not the least surprised when I came across the artwork below. As like many others, all I could see was a fish. I had totally ignored the richness of the materials used for the composition of such a great artwork.

 

Jan 11, 2014

A different Look at Creativity

           When I think about creativity, I think of it in subjective terms because of the variations attributed to the term by a wide rang...

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Keeping up with Tradition

Is it only me that dreams of a workspace that will hold my laptop, a pad and pen to document any sudden thought, a cup of tea and my little pal called an iPhone?

Absolutely not but even when I have a workspace such as this, I always find myself opting for my bed. I squeeze the pillows on my bed till they can hardly breathe. I justify my action by saying I am only trying to get comfortable. I do not bother bringing a cup of tea because I fear that I cannot cope with spillage. I do not bring a pad too because it is way too uncomfortable to scribble while trying to get comfy. That's why I have word so I click on it when a thought surfaces. Now that that bit is taken care of, there is a slight tingle in the nape of my neck. I begin thinking of that workspace again - Filled with dust accumulated from over the years. You would think I have come to a decision to make use of the space. I merely stare at it with the side of my eyes, sometimes eyeing it before turning my eyes away to something more appealing than a desk pilled up with dust.
          I am reminded that I do the same when the semester comes into session. I label my books neatly, gather all the necessary items into my stationary purse and after a quick run through, I shove all into my bag. I keep up with this for two weeks and even commending myself for a job well done. In the third week, I find my sheets taking over my room, hardly a pen in my purse and in lectures, no book to write in so I use my planner.
          You'd ask where did all the passion go?
          I'd say there is just a thing about tradition that makes me go nuts.
So maybe I have identified my weakness and maybe this year that is slowly creeping in would be a year to revert to the old, vibrant me with a love for traditions.

                       Happy new year. Wish you all the best, much love and a glorious year ahead.

Dec 31, 2013

Keeping up with Tradition

Is it only me that dreams of a workspace that will hold my laptop, a pad and pen to document any sudden thought, a cup of tea and my little...

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