If you came here looking for a list, I have none. But you probably came for something else. You are here to find out what kind of person I am. That's what books are. Persona-shaping loneliness-fighting mystery-soaked nostalgia-induced emotionally-embalmed human connectors. A person's bookshelf is a museum of his soul. It can tell you everything … Continue reading Favorite books
Hop on to my Batplane. We are going to fantasy land. When you walk into a room full of millionaires, the average net-worth of the room doubles with every millionaire you throw out of the room. You look like someone whose measurements Da Vinci took to draw the Vitruvian man. You write cheques to charities … Continue reading A million dollars isn’t cool
You care way too much about how you look; I can help. You look stupid! If you are consoling yourself with the idea that you are at least intelligent, we both know you are dumb as an algae-infested rock! Talking about rocks: MEN ROCK! That's the quickest I have traversed the whole spectrum of douchebaggery. … Continue reading How to get pissed off
You do stupid things all the time. You know you are doing something stupid while doing it. You know you did something stupid after doing it. Each time, you walk away from your embarrassing existence hoping no one noticed. Then one cold winter morning all the dumb things you did explode on your face like … Continue reading On Stupidity
What the heck is this? Hey, everyone. No. First, explain what you are doing. This is a test. For what? To check if you are a sociopath. I am NOT a sociopath!! Then, I wrote these jokes for you. If you laugh, you have passed. If you don't, you like to torture kittens. Good luck. … Continue reading Jokes
Once upon a time, in a garden up in the skies, grew a giant tree. Angels hobnobbed with the local populace, serpents coiled about freely, a particular man and woman enjoyed each other's companionship. The only part of the tale that raised some rock-style eyebrows was the kind of fruit growing out of the aforementioned … Continue reading This can’t be happening
What happens when you wrap excuse, escape, entitlement and exaggerated self-importance into one taco? This alliterative junk food has many names. Psychology, the gentlemanly cigar-smokin uncle that it is, calls it bias. Self-help, the nauseous, processed food that it is, calls it the story you tell yourself. Of course, I, the cosmic vastness that is my vocabulary, … Continue reading Secret(a)
At 5:36 PM on Jan 26, 2016, I rang the doorbell to my Apartment. No one got the door. I rang again. No response. I was sure there was music coming out of the house, so I pulled out my phone to call my flatmate. As I dialed his number, I heard an explosion. Dust … Continue reading The day I met Snoop Dogg, Serena Williams, and The Rock
I love analogies. Like home food. I think analogies tell the deepest truth. Like the sea. I think we don’t listen. Like not me. I listen. I heard you for 5 mins and now you hear me. Like mom not letting me eat chocolate today cze I had ice cream. Like Socratic reasoning. I wish … Continue reading Life is like analogy
At 8:12 PM on June 24, 2015, Katy Kapeland's flight touched down at the Heathrow international airport. She was looking forward to a two-week vacation with her family in London. As the flight announcement putting an end of people's constipation, permitting the use of mobile phones came on, Katy pulled out her phone, and it … Continue reading How to disagree
