The Keshav I wanted to be died many years ago.

maybe not

I'll follow you, deep sea baby.

We're up all night to get lucky.

The nights I spend alone. I spend alone, thinking about you, baby.

Sometimes you have a person. People. Ones you know are special to you in some way. Sometimes these people aren't in the place you want them to be. You always want an ideal. You hardly ever get it. It's the thing with time isn't it? You wait. And wait. And wait. How long more do I wait?

pesense

Social Chameleon

^

thank you

I adored you to the best of my capability, people took pictures, we did all the shit we did. Why do I want more now? Because more shit is always better.

I feel like I've already come to a point where there are too many photos of me that exist. The worst part is I'm 21. I've not graduated, not gotten engaged, not gotten kids, etc. There are tons of photos left to take that I'd rather not take that I have to take. Wouldn't life be significantly more precious if taking photos was not possible? How many people would have lived and died and been forgotten by now?

Significant people from the past like Newton and Einstein would have been remembered anyway because of their contributions to the world. Does it really matter what they looked like? Einstein wasn't much to look at any way.

I wouldn't know what my great-grandparents looked like.

I wouldn't have fallen in love with Kaya Scodelario.

I wouldn't know what Star Wars is. Or Batman for that matter.

My point is: would we feel the absence if we didn't know we missed it at all?

I don't know what I'm doing this for. I was on Instagram and I saw a bunch of photos of food and self portraits and I got annoyed again. I could've sworn I unfollowed everyone who did that (save for a couple). Anyways, I think that I'd enjoy life better without photos. It'd be a true testament of how great a mind is. If a person possessed the ability to remember significant things they'd experienced without visual representation. It'd make life that much more important. And infinitely more important to savour time before death.

Penis.

The sponsors have taken their own sweet time.

It is moments such as the one I'm having as I type this when I realize that it is indeed possible to lose focus on something you could not have lived without at some point in life. Whether it is someone or something. This blog for instance.

Hi guys.

I've updated the music playlist and installed a new chatbox. (yay etc)

I'll really try to update this more. Surely I can't do worse than a 596 day hiatus!

I've jinxed it haven't I?

I love you, you know?

Adults suck and then we're adults.

Locke's Last Words

"I don't understand."

And frankly, neither do I.

19

Two months in KL =

Lil' Jon

Bruno Mars

Bieber

Deadmau5

MGMT

The Week That Was

The princess married her prince. The bad guy was found and killed. This week was sponsored by Disney.

I'm actually really upset at the moment. To those of you out there who think they have a friend that can never disappoint you, you're probably wrong.

On the bright side, I got the best surprise of the year (thus far) at about 2AM today. SOMEONE IS COMING BACK WAY EARLIER THAN I THOUGHT SHE WOULD <3 The next month will be amazing.

Deadmau5 is in 3 days. With that, I will leave you with a video that envisions what I think Saturday night is going to be like:

I want a horse

Thor was really good! The best thing about the Marvel movies that have been released so far is how they all are connected with each other. Especially all the post-credit scenes. Can't wait to see how things turn out in The Avengers next year.

Also, Bieber-haters need better things to do in life.

A new post

"I want the chance to change the things I can, the courage to accept the things I can't and the wisdom to know the difference between them."

I saw leaving Penang as an opportunity to just leave Penang behind. Make sense? So much drama and llamas lah. What do I have to look at when I turn around? Two failed relationships from my own doing, an out-of-touch friendship with the one person I swore I'd never let slip through the test of time, a whole bunch of friends that moved on in my absence and Jessica looking depressed on my room wall. Bless her face soul.

I do miss the Dhivias, Luvenias, Haneeshas and Navniths (and Abus x) ) BUT Y'ALL SEEM FINE WITHOUT ME. It's awesome that you're all good and you know... alive and stuff.
I'll always miss Penang and its benefits but some things just have to be let go. (yes that's grammatically correct English bitch)

I have been good, I'm living and I need to sleep.

This is my fourth attempt at reviving this blog. This time I changed the picture over there >>> and updated the profile info. The Purported Polish. Has a good ring to it, no?

Okay enough of all this soap opera bull crap (for my under-aged readers). Insya-God, the next post will showcase all the fun you didn't have and all the concerts you didn't go for.

I'm not sure if 'to be let go' is grammatically correct.

Adieu.