tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29427752247352029492024-02-06T21:42:49.974-08:00Whiskey-Tango-Foxtrot.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939455489558948884noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942775224735202949.post-53851687486093332292009-03-31T08:28:00.000-07:002009-03-31T08:46:23.574-07:00Again<br />between you and me<br />i am most irked<br />this is supposed to be a dialogue,<br />a conversation,<br />a celebration in time.<br /><br />in my mind<br />i am left incredibly frustrated<br />answering your insinuations<br />punctuating your emotions<br /><br />that you will smile<br />i hope in time<br />and<br />we will walk<br /><br />and stop<br />celebrate<br /><br />arrest this constant void<br /><br /><br />celebrate..http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939455489558948884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942775224735202949.post-78799470905128147792008-05-23T09:47:00.001-07:002008-05-24T20:30:50.641-07:00don't stay and watch me pick up the pieces<br /><br /><br /><br />between you and me<br />i don't think you can..http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939455489558948884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942775224735202949.post-37255636234134237312008-04-20T04:00:00.000-07:002008-05-24T20:30:01.779-07:00stop - were i you<div class="post-body entry-content"> <p>why do we do this to ourselves?<br />if i didn't love you, you would know<br />you leave me in such a vacuum<br />each time i say goodbye<br />how do you manage to string words<br />that leave you beyond me<br /></p><p>each time<br /></p><p>can you breakaway from that smile<br />you say i play these games ?<br />put me beyond your deceit, but not beyond you</p> </div> <div class="post-footer"> <div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"><span class="post-icons"> </span> </div> <div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-3"><span class="star-ratings"> </span> </div> </div> <div class="post hentry"> <a name="3430705747875776851"></a> <div class="post-body entry-content"> <p>i walk you home most clumsily<br />the ease with which you push me away</p> </div> <div class="post-footer"> <div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"><span class="post-icons"> </span> </div> <div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-3"><span class="star-ratings"> </span> </div> </div> </div> <div class="post hentry"> <a name="3874360546149713540"></a> <div class="post-body entry-content"> <p>and you say "don't be afraid"<br />yet, you tell me,<br />you will turn around<br />and run<br />and never look back</p> </div> <div class="post-footer"> <div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"><span class="post-icons"> </span> </div> <div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-3"><span class="star-ratings"> </span> </div> </div> </div> <div class="post hentry"> <a name="6025737715232701064"></a> <div class="post-body entry-content"> <p>you leave me in such void<br />i can not handle<br />you just smile<br />we are back to the start</p> </div> <div class="post-footer"> <div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"><span class="post-icons"> </span> </div> <div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-3"><span class="star-ratings"> </span> </div> </div> </div> <div class="post hentry"> <a name="7040168044433764057"></a> <div class="post-body entry-content"> <p class="MsoNormal">I will stop asking these questions</p> <p class="MsoNormal">When my heart reconciles itself to the fact that all lost was not in love. It will. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">between me and you, I am awfully sad.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I perhaps read a page in time that was yet to be written</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I am my own eulogy </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Written, practiced and delivered several times.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">My epithets carved in stone</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Words unspoken, lives unlived, all withheld.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Such reticence, such quiet and calm I hope to be</p> <p class="MsoNormal">That as I lay rest awake, people, and life</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Are awed by the scale of tragedy</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">There is some hope</p> <p class="MsoNormal">As the flame warms your eyes</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I collapse behind those white walls </p> <p class="MsoNormal">As I leave behind the safety offered through formality of life..<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">the formality....whisked in a wok of words<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I will simply put it:</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I love you.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And have missed you. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Even if it does make you cringe to believe in my words.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">This is not a love song</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Or a preface to a help-yourself, help-yourself handbook</p> <p class="MsoNormal">This is me.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And, that which never will be: you.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">what a lonely place<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">As I hold you in these arms</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Your calm swallows me whole</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And then, you fade away</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Like melting glass cascading most beautifully</p> <p class="MsoNormal">You turn, you walk away, run perhaps</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And no call will ever bring you back</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And that is which I fear with such vengeance</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">sleep haunts me<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">hours, for nights gone by</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I lecture, I teach;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I answer, I reason; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I quiz, I endeavor; </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT">I smile,I lie<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="IT"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I ask with abandon give me back my yesterday</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Or a memory that might.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It was a slap in the face how quickly I was defined</p> <p class="MsoNormal">A few five words put you beyond me </p> <p class="MsoNormal">And with such aplomb, it amazes me.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">But I do believe </p> <p class="MsoNormal">With some perverse sense of deceit<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">in sincerity</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Life does come full circle</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Loving someone has come to mean</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Letting some one Else</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Love them more</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">There are questions of reason, of time</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Are there any answers?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It is a curse. You tell me<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">This constant of inquisition.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I tell you.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And here, I try to play these foolish games</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I, me, myself.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> </div> <div class="post-footer"> <div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"><span class="post-icons"> </span> </div> <div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-3"><span class="star-ratings"> </span> </div> </div> </div> <div class="post hentry"> <a name="6896861952402949985"></a> <div class="post-body entry-content"> <p>my sense of unchanging calm has been shattered.<br />reason and beyond<br />eleven syllables, five words.<br />your one sentence<br />has put you beyond me</p> </div> <div class="post-footer"> <div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"><span class="post-icons"> </span> </div> <div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-3"><span class="star-ratings"> </span> </div> </div> </div> <a name="7407465310883273776"></a> <p>you push me back to the start<br />stop<br />were i you</p><p><br /></p>.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939455489558948884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942775224735202949.post-1753838903800061692008-03-04T10:43:00.000-08:002008-03-04T10:45:11.367-08:00these games we play<br />you and i.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939455489558948884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942775224735202949.post-6798370803267443242008-03-04T10:10:00.000-08:002008-03-04T20:01:32.674-08:00my sense of unchanging calm has been shattered.<br />reason and beyond<br />eleven syllables, five words.<br />your one sentence<br />has put you beyond me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939455489558948884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942775224735202949.post-73867562103138552862008-03-04T10:06:00.000-08:002008-03-04T20:02:38.696-08:00silence, please.the prattle:<br />the polite query,<br />the garrulous reply,<br />these pretentious conversations..http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939455489558948884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942775224735202949.post-19680075288844188312008-02-24T09:23:00.001-08:002008-02-24T09:43:51.248-08:00singapore speakGrouch: i'm looking for sacred games by vikram chandra, please<br /><br />Borders Sales Girl: <span style="font-style: italic;">tha wan must beeyo citeee<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></span></span>G<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></span></span>rouch: I'm sorry, could you please repeat that?<br /><br />Borders Sales Girl: <span style="font-style: italic;">beeyo citeee, tha wan must<br /><br /></span>(apres 2 min)<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span>Agitated guy in the snake queue behind me "Dude, how tough is that, you <span style="font-style: italic;">must </span><span style="font-style: italic;">go to Vivo City </span>to get<span style="font-style: italic;"> that one?"<br /><br /></span>Some one knee me in the boys please. <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></span><br /></span>.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939455489558948884noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942775224735202949.post-34069107288745187742008-02-23T09:39:00.000-08:002008-02-24T09:42:22.547-08:00busting my chops"Dude, you are the oldest twenty-three-year-old I've ever met".http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939455489558948884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942775224735202949.post-88585503245613014462008-02-22T00:04:00.000-08:002008-02-22T00:08:36.903-08:00i heart.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939455489558948884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942775224735202949.post-50530463594147004522008-02-12T02:17:00.000-08:002008-02-12T02:20:43.890-08:00she's my november girl..http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939455489558948884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942775224735202949.post-86813697229661772992008-02-10T18:20:00.000-08:002008-02-10T18:24:20.444-08:00the diving bell and the butterfly.<br /><br />it took me places i've never been before.<br /><br />it took me home.<br /><br />i wish i could hold on to that forever.<br /><br />one day, we will all be together.<br /><br />i promise myself that..http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939455489558948884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942775224735202949.post-58882052831371808642008-02-07T21:22:00.000-08:002008-02-07T21:23:33.823-08:00Prayers, please..http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939455489558948884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942775224735202949.post-42138092239347526852008-02-05T21:14:00.001-08:002008-02-05T21:43:41.176-08:00It was a friend’s birthday.<br /><br />1. Supposed to go for movie and dinner, but (I am given to understand that) the movie is just a ploy so as to pull together some semblance of a surprise. The movie story bought the "hosts" time to smuggle the cake into the restaurant. So some of the guests can make it only for the movie and not dinner and movie, which since there was no movie, messes up their evening! The drama, my point exactly!<br /><br />2. Conversation during dinner:<br /><br />Guest 1: I have lost weight. All I eat is soup and salad, twice a day. Now repeat that sentence 20 times over and is all what she spoke about during dinner<br /><br />Guest 2: Don't order so much food, don't order, are you sure you can eat that much? Two very awkward jokes followed with even more awkward silence at the table. One, I think was a dig at the firm, Frost and Sullivan.<br /><br />Guest 3: Did not say a word. Cross my heart. Not a word<br /><br />Guest 4: Didn't show up. See memo on movie/dinner mix up.<br /><br />Guest 5: Nice guy, I talk to him, interesting.<br /><br />Birthday boy: uncomfortably smiling, observing everybody, few sentences spoken.<br /><br />OMG the pain!<br /><br />3. Dinner gets over, photographs are taken, Guest 4 shows up.<br /><br />4. I am exhausted, want to head home. More photographs are taken, I smile, I mutter a few choice words.<br /><br />5. They want to buy beer and sit by the harbor and drink. Beer is bought, we head to the harbor and it’s a total love fest. Crap. I don't do that. Because. I don't drink beer. And, I don't want to intrude on nervous couples trying to have a moment. I hang out with them for ten minutes or so and then politely leave.<br /><br />Oh during the 90 minutes that was dinner, I was called "pervert, drunk, old, snob..."<br /><br />Woe is me. Again..http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939455489558948884noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942775224735202949.post-34367303000572498502008-02-05T01:03:00.000-08:002008-02-05T01:05:52.503-08:00i want to text, call, speak with.<br />HATING the wait..http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939455489558948884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942775224735202949.post-15672193763995200072008-02-04T01:06:00.000-08:002008-02-06T03:28:17.633-08:00The hills and vales of life this week:<br /><br />1. after two years since the girl and I ended a six-year thing i finally met someone that i really really like.<br /><br />2. got a free ticket to fly away to Phnom Penh only to realize that they had misspelled my name, and screwed up the dates -- which being a free ticket, meant there was nothing I could do save fork over $350 to change the name/date. Which is SO not worth it for a two-day trip to Cambodia.<br /><br />3. Heading to Nias for the last week in Feb. Part of a team that evaluates foreign aid effectiveness in Tsunami affected areas. Haven't been to Indonesia - so I really am looking forward to this.<br /><br />4. Chinese New Year is happening this weekend. Everything is closed in Singapore for three days. But I got called in for a last-minute paper; and will be working dog-hours till this Sunday. CRAP.<br /><br />5. Negotiating a book deal on health policy with Routledge! More later..http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939455489558948884noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942775224735202949.post-67284897686780391772008-02-01T00:01:00.000-08:002008-01-31T00:04:09.318-08:00happy birthday, my dear,<br />with love, perhaps unparalleled.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939455489558948884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942775224735202949.post-5123143421780418152008-01-29T21:06:00.000-08:002008-02-05T01:06:20.878-08:00Tutorial sessions with the Frosh have gone by OK so far. They are eager to learn and even more so to impress. Luckily, I don't lecture this class. I just assist in teaching i.e. conduct tutorials, hold office hours and work with students who many need extra coaching.<br /><br />I am done with my academic coursework and other formalities of the graduate program in economics. I still do not have a question that I can letter out explicitly for my thesis.<br /><br />My sister (currently in Goa, India) and I (Singapore) are road-tripping across Canada this summer. Who knows, it might just come to me driving on the interstate. Well, whatever..http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939455489558948884noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942775224735202949.post-71820179564903830832008-01-29T20:46:00.000-08:002008-01-29T20:55:54.764-08:00fuck bucketsIgnorant git of a friend managed to finagle a $17 K bonus with her crotch-rot intellect after working 5 months at 'Hores and Co: Partners at Law'. Why oh Why am I still in academia?.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939455489558948884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942775224735202949.post-84559305587835088032008-01-29T20:32:00.000-08:002008-01-29T20:39:56.167-08:00Economic SpeakOn a given day, I am usually indifferent between drinking Coke and its zero-calorie-equivalent, Coke Light. I put in a $1 coin into the vending machine, and due to some technical glitch, my one dollar could buy either a Coke ($1) or Coke Light ($1.10).<br /><br /><br />I of course, took full advantage of my $.10 consumer surplus!.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939455489558948884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942775224735202949.post-52683771367421009062008-01-27T00:53:00.000-08:002008-01-27T01:36:56.322-08:001. After many margaritas, daiquiris and gimlets, and table-top dancing this past weekend: the Grouch is giving up alcohol this season. It will be one long Spring.<br /><br />2. Hindsight, somehow, will manage to knee you in the <span style="font-style: italic;">boys</span>. GAH!<br /><br />3. I got my teaching evaluation for last semester's principle of economics course. It was pretty good. Best student comment: "I pink-puffy-heart the Grouch".<br /><br />4. I may have met someone. I really really like.<br /><br />5. Books read this week: <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Elizabeth-Mary-Stuart-Perils-Marriage/dp/190495085X">Elizabeth I and Mary Stuart </a>and <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Economic-Naturalist-Explanations-Everyday-Enigmas/dp/046500217X/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1201426537&sr=1-2">The Economic Naturalist</a>.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939455489558948884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942775224735202949.post-91825502844851795462008-01-19T08:23:00.000-08:002008-01-19T08:29:19.128-08:00hawt exchange student leaves for Lithuania..http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939455489558948884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942775224735202949.post-88016763231899595862008-01-09T22:41:00.001-08:002008-01-09T22:43:43.815-08:00my best friend is getting engaged soon.<br />i wish i could be happy for her.<br />i really do..http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939455489558948884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942775224735202949.post-75637440576105084952007-12-16T22:35:00.000-08:002008-01-09T22:44:13.811-08:00prayers, please<a href="http://www.iambossy.com/i_am_bossy/2007/12/family-emergenc.html?cid=93831272#comment-93831272"><br /></a>.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939455489558948884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942775224735202949.post-852874620790428782007-12-11T04:25:00.000-08:002007-12-11T04:28:48.650-08:00grrrrif i offer your ass my much perfected combination of rum and coke. you have two options. yes or no. i hate it when people, need to qualify their choice with, "oh, i don't drink". <br /><br />whiskey-tango- foxtrot.<br /><br /> right here, right now.<br /><br />in my face.<br /><br />i don't care if you drink or not.<br /><br />mofos.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939455489558948884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2942775224735202949.post-76935286475853190062007-12-06T15:39:00.000-08:002008-05-23T09:21:15.575-07:00<div>slipped in the shower.</div><br /><div>ignored it</div><br /><div>slipped on the staircase</div><br /><div>ignored it</div><br /><div>slipped in the shower</div><br /><div>tore a ligament</div><br /><div>on crutches</div><br /><div>grading final exams for the frosh</div><br /><div>econometrics end-term</div><br /><div>Grrrr</div><br /><div> </div>.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939455489558948884noreply@blogger.com0