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3

Due to unforeseen circumstances, which are mostly laziness on my part actually, the blog name has been changed again this time to ‘3′. It has a really deep meaning if you think about it. Its two sides of the same coin kind of. Put a 3 in front of a mirror and you get an E, I think.

3|E seee?

So that means entertainment news and other ramblings would be in here, so uhh yeah. 3

Edit: So after the comment from Dhiking (thank you dude…you rock!) and my lovely sister, I have mulled it over and decided to change it again (sorry yaitts) to 3|E because it looks so effin’ cool. Now if you anyone of you copies this I’m going to sue the hell out of you! I kid I kid. No..Seriously!

the secret that everyone knows

MvBlog Sphere has become an unofficial dating community. ;P

the white snail and the blue eyed baby

The baby looked upon the white snail slowly making its way out of her grasp. The pupils of her blue eyes dilated as the snail picked up its speed. It seemed to move much faster than those little black coloured four legged creatures that she was fond of teasing. This was giving her much more of a challenge. She lunged as the snail seemed to disappear behind the small green rock. Tufts of her golden hair now shrouded her blue glaring eyes. She gave a loud puff and started crawling slowly towards the green rock. She looked over the rock slowly making sure not to alarm the white snail. The white snail was quivering in fear hoping the baby didn’t find him. Her hands closed in on her unknowing pray when suddenly a hand grabbed her. It was the entity that she was supposed to call ‘Mother’ babbling in her silly tongue. From what she understood, from all those silly blabbering it was time for her nap. She would come back later and the white snail better be ready. The white snail gave a smug smile and started it’s descent into the green pastures below.

the sun ‘in rainbows’

I like watching the sun rise from below the sea. I’ve always wondered whether it slept beneath the vast oceans enjoying the cold till it was time to rise. That all the heat it gained was just a chemical reaction between the air and it’s rocky core making it soar up into the sky and go down into the ocean on the other side. That it slept while the ocean current carried it to the position that it rose from everyday. The cycle of life for the sun, sometimes dominated by the angry dark clouds, is such a lovely one. It doesn’t have any worries after all, just to lie there in one position and all the forces of nature acting accordingly guiding it to do its job. Such a simple life, the sun leads, unlike me. Wouldn’t mind being the sun for a day, or perhaps a year.

‘in rainbows’ is just enchanting, psychedelic even.
‘I’m in the middle of your picture…Lying in the reeds’
The way he sings that line defines the whole album.

time for a change..

There comes a time in a man’s life where he is at crossroads, and he shall chose the path which is clandestine to him, forever determining his fate and existence until the end from where he began.

waiting..

I want to type. I want to hear the rhythmic beat of my fingers beat the crap out of the keyboard while thinking numeric thoughts of existence and insanity. Type the ultimate work of fiction that I can beat out of this not so creative mind and just read it over and over till I get bored and lock it deep inside for me to read it again in another life. The eternal life that we dream of, the place where we go when we die, the white sky with big castles made out of fluffy clouds which we can smother down with our hands and that would magically grow back, or the fire ridden depths of hell where we would burn to ash over and over, or maybe the actual world where we are nothing but just emulations of our selves, living the life that we had already lived, emitted by an entity which had stored all our memories and are running the simulation over and over again, giving us the feeling of déjà vu in our everyday lives.

Just wrote what was on my mind hoping for an inspiration…

exquisite

I usually just browse through the daily pictures on MvBlogs by the flickrians (are they called?) and this picture just struck a chord in me. I don’t know much about photography but this picture just seems so beautiful. Look at the emotions captured, love, happiness, friendship, and I see loneliness there for some reason which I can’t explain. Look at the colors, the shade, the white background, and the color of the hair is simply amazing. Maybe it appeals to my taste, but my god this picture is more than beautiful, it’s exquisite. Kudos to the photographer naxief, keep on shooting dude.

Original Pic 

random thoughts

Well how are you people doing today? I’m doing pretty good,kinda. Anyways so I’ve hit writer’s blog or blogger’s block, whatever you prefer, and I’ve just realized it’s been a pretty boring week in the blogsphere. Yeah well, there are they cyber protests against terrorism that is going to go unnoticed like everything we do, other than that nothing much. No one’s blogging or doing anything interesting and I’m even starting to miss MvBlogPolice, believe it or not. He brought some spice into this place didn’t he? We united to fight one grand enemy eh? Fun days.

On the topic of MvBlogPolice seems we made a mistake, since some commenter’s on that topic have made some interesting claims about the dynamic and static IP address and their availability in different countries. I’m just too lazy to check up on that, and I just want you guys to know that it was just a humorous post and not a post intended to scrutinize a blogger’s credibility or reputation. I’m sorry Dhiking and s[u]jau, but all the evidence pointed to you guys, but it can’t be proven. Might as well put it as a X-File, haha. Anyways I’m all for MvBlogPolice to come back, so we can have a guy to pick on, I kid I kid. xD

Now on blogger’s quitting I’m sure they’ll be back when they have time and their personal lives have been sorted out. So here’s hoping you guys come back, and blogger’s who are not now blogger’s are should return to comment as well. You know who I’m talking about.

Till next time.

Believe…

time?

Open your mind
Unveil your thoughts
Let go of the agony
Write the foot notes

Sing your song
Make it rhyme
Till the time comes
For your throat to dry

Kiss my skin
Feel it on yours
Sigh with bliss
Want me more

Read my thoughts
Write it down
Synchronize it with yours
Heal my pain

Note : My poor attempt at a poem. It came, I wrote, I blogged.