imagine-nation of ash

UNDER

2009-06-05T01:37:00.000-07:00

CONSTRUCTION.

'til then,
ash nam xox

2009-03-19T07:18:00.000-07:00

PISS OFFS.

IM BORED.

xoxo,
ash

get right

2009-01-25T02:09:00.000-08:00

just as a reminder/corrector/blah blah blah

my name is pronounced as

ASH - wae - DHi.
(A as in cAr) (wa as in wEre) (thi as in THIs)

and is spelt ASHWATHI , not ashwanti, aswathi, ashwati, and god knows what other variations you could cook up...

and i actually dont mind if you cant pronounce it (it is hard to if you don't know or are not accustomed to the typical Malayalee slang), but at least give it a shot la peeps...

sighs

2008-11-07T04:06:00.000-08:00

something has just hit me hard: my holidays will be spent at my grandma's house, everyday.
its not such a bad thing, but the problem is there's nothing you could do there really. no computer, no paper, no paint, no snacks, no books (welll... there is a whole stack, stuff like anna karennina by Tolstoy and perry mason stuff, but i've read most of them, leaving out the ones for "mature readers"...O.O) and no artsy-crafty tools to do stuff i was planning for these hols. bummer.

so, holidays resolution:

STUDY, dear girl... PMR coming....
KNIT,
GO OUT WITH FRIENDS (lekha)
UNDERGO MAJOR SELF-CHANGE PROGRAMME...
IMPROVE MY SPELLING (needs seriou and immediate attention)

and last but not least,

6. EXERSIZE (sp?).. so you dont become "le ginormous huffalump" and the new uniforms dont strangle you....

2008-11-06T04:06:00.000-08:00

felt quite depressed during my English exam... and for very obvious reasons that i shall not share with you...
and reading lake isle of innisfree made it worse...
wanna know how bad? i wrote this poem.. was in the mood of letting " my soul fly" and shit like that... this was also probably the only time i've felt this queer feeling of breaking down during an exam... weird huh?

To break, to shatter, this medium taunting me,
to a million pieces, that glistens as the sun shines,
may it rise, these tiny specs that glow,
melancholy-drenced, floating, depart now, go...

an array of voices, drift as i make my passing,
a sweet lament, i pray it remains so,
to the core of the heart, it yearns, longs,
make an escapade that shall set right wrong...

Now go, make a name for yourself,
to release, a wonder, to held, a wrath,
remember, let it under your skin,
an by god, may your soul soar free...

amigo para siempre

2008-11-03T05:36:00.000-08:00

face it, you were a bitch. you stole my best friend,
i became moody, cold, undependable.
yet you act as though you didnt know anything
you stirred up that fight between yy's and me
even the tiff with nansie-winsy.

i managed through all that shit you put me through and yet,
when you cried and hugged me for forgiveness,
on that faithful day, before our UPSR,
i actually thought you changed,

i was willing to put everything aside,
but when we hung out after that,
it was like i was ash-the-invisible
what would you know, you never felt betrayed,
deceived, heart-wrenched,
you slide in and out of a friendship like a mastercard,
billing to "broken hearts"

it might not mean anything now,
but just so you know, for me,
once a friend,
a friend for life.

of popsicles and screws

2008-11-01T01:57:00.000-07:00

so... first post...
dedication to my screwy-pop...

in my pocket you hid,
on my pencil box you hung...
i tortured you,
vented my anger, too...
stuck needles and twisted your arms...
screwed your screws tighter when in anger,
let you breathe when in thought...
yet, all you do, is STARE...
come on, give me some life,
console me,
smile,
wink, anything,
to show you are not just another possession...