Choices..

"Everyone has a choice.
It's the choices that make us who we are, and we can always choose to do what's right."

This is totally aK07.

Two for one..

Revolving doors

They are magical, captivating and evil. Well, maybe "evil" is too strong of a word but I only say that as I haven’t mastered the art to walk through them. I have a tendency to walk in, and spin round and round, till I’m dizzy. When I manage to get out of the spin cycle, I find myself where I started. It's frustrating to say the least, especially when it is such a simple concept.

While I'm caught in the spin cycle, I see the magic from within, however, spin is all that I do and I am forever yearning to get through. This has led to hesitation and anxiety.

I see yet another revolving door. My stomach is squirming as I know what is about to happen. *gulp*

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London: The waiting room

I sit in this room, watching, laughing, thinking and ultimately floating. Floating is probably a nice way of saying waiting, but no one likes to admit that, or do they? I have really enjoyed the room that I have been in since I arrived in London, but alas, as situations change, so must I.

Time to find the next room…

A message in a bottle

The other day I wrote a message in a bottle and tossed it out to sea. This message within the bottle was not of much importance and now I wish I had written something a bit different, maybe something funnier or simpler. However, the idea of this bottle and its intended recipient are of significance. So, now I wait and wonder, whether the bottle was received, whether the message was read, and whether I will get a reply.

Two rocks

I once had two rocks, each with its own captivating beauty, natural features and sparkling radiance. Their individual significance during my time in London was never communicated or realised to its full extend till now, that is, when I realised I no longer have them. I sense they are close but can’t seem to find them however hard I try. I guess in time, and if it is meant to be found, I will find them. Patience is hard to master, however surrendering to what “is” and “now” helps.

10,227

It was my 10,227^th day on this lovely planet last Tuesday (please refrain from doing the maths). I wasn’t expecting any major celebrations as it was a school night and the bulk of my friends are spread over the globe. Anyhoo, on the recommendation of a friend who shall remain nameless, I decided to embrace the curry, that is, the Indian within, and headed down to Notting Hill Arts Club for Bombay Bronx. Though I have very little idea how to dance Bangra or chat up extremely hot Indian women, I had a blast, so much so, that I’ll be back next month. Round 2…

Photos from the night can be access through my Photo Dump link (on the right hand side of this page).

The pic below is the “last drink” of the night. The R-man was able to sweet talk the barmen into pouring me a birthday drink (extreme right). These drinks don’t contain any mixers yet, so they are just ice and vodka. No doubt, I was rather drunk by the time I stumbled home (3:30am) and probably explain why I was unable to chat-up an extreme hottie.