May 2007
2 posts
Tumble
Jack and Jill, went up a hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after!
The word ‘Tumblelog’ always reminded me of this nursery rhyme. So there ya go! Tumble along!
April 2007
4 posts
Purpose!
I haven’t given a purpose for this tumblelog now, have I? What use is anything in life if it doesn’t serve a purpose! ‘Purpose’ might sound too big a word to describe a set of silly reasons why I have an account here or why I even bother to type this. It’s this new-thing-I-own-so-I-want-to-flaunt-it syndrome. A lot like that new colorful pencil (eraser attached) that...
“The year’s at the spring, And day’s at the morn; Morning’s...”
– “Pippa’s Song”, by Robert Browning
What? Why? How?
I’m not so sure I get the hang of Tumblr. Seems too little to play around with - which, in effect, means my writing better be good ’coz people won’t stop by just for the frills and thrills (well, not always!). What frills and thrills, you wonder? Good question. Now why would I want another place to yap on? Who would read this? How many proxy places am I going to create and make...
Home, sweet home! Where you'd find me at my... →
My blog, my page, my identity in this world wide web - where forever I shalt lay entangled, in search of that spark of brilliance that eludes me in the webless wide world.