Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Monday, February 26, 2007
The big race
Ever felt that surge of thoughts running through your head that compel you to take stock?
It feels like that NFS underground game- you're travelling at a break-neck speed, you can see the bright lights around you; they're pretty to look at but you can't make any sense out of them.
You're travelling at great speeds and you love it, but why the hell are you going so fast? What's the fricken' motivation?
Why the hell should you be part of the race? Just because you happen to be on the start line and the numbers 3-2-1 come flashing on your screen? Just because all the others around you hit the accelerator when it comes down to 3-2-1?
Let them race. I'll park my car in the pit-lane and go catch my favourite burger with chilli sauce and a soda.
It feels like that NFS underground game- you're travelling at a break-neck speed, you can see the bright lights around you; they're pretty to look at but you can't make any sense out of them.
You're travelling at great speeds and you love it, but why the hell are you going so fast? What's the fricken' motivation?
Why the hell should you be part of the race? Just because you happen to be on the start line and the numbers 3-2-1 come flashing on your screen? Just because all the others around you hit the accelerator when it comes down to 3-2-1?
Let them race. I'll park my car in the pit-lane and go catch my favourite burger with chilli sauce and a soda.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Nicotine Dreams
You take a drag.
Feel the high.
Blow out the smoke.
What's left behind is a smelly butt and lungs full of poison.
Feel the high.
Blow out the smoke.
What's left behind is a smelly butt and lungs full of poison.
Why
Why blame?
Why not accept, look in the mirror and give yourself a smile.
Why look for a punchin' bag?
Why not take a moment, think over and start afresh.
Why dread the punches?
Why not wipe the blood, and keep going.
Why be lonely?
Why not take yourself out to a movie, a dinner and then a smoke.
Why not accept, look in the mirror and give yourself a smile.
Why look for a punchin' bag?
Why not take a moment, think over and start afresh.
Why dread the punches?
Why not wipe the blood, and keep going.
Why be lonely?
Why not take yourself out to a movie, a dinner and then a smoke.
Monday, February 19, 2007
What if?
What if you fall so hard,
It kills pain itself?
What if you fail so bad,
It's an accomplishment in itself?
What if you hate so much,
You start loving hate itself?
What if you try so hard.
You fall just before succeeding?
What if you sin so much,
Redmeption is not on option?
What if you be with so much passion,
You are your own planet?
It kills pain itself?
What if you fail so bad,
It's an accomplishment in itself?
What if you hate so much,
You start loving hate itself?
What if you try so hard.
You fall just before succeeding?
What if you sin so much,
Redmeption is not on option?
What if you be with so much passion,
You are your own planet?
Friday, February 16, 2007
I don't wanna work ! WAAAHAAAAA Sob
How many times I've felt like putting of my cell phone and sitting at home.
Felt like coming to office but spending 10 hours lounging in the cafeteria.
Like coming dressed in a jumper on a Monday.
Not dressing at all on a Friday.
Like saying Woohoo! when the system crashes.
Shouting Show Me the Money! when it's 1/x/yz.
Saying Eat my Shorts when I'm given a task.
Discussing chocolates and Scarlett Johansson in team meetings.
Debating advantages of smoking over not.
Of sleeping over working.
Of breakups over pregnancy.
Felt like coming to office but spending 10 hours lounging in the cafeteria.
Like coming dressed in a jumper on a Monday.
Not dressing at all on a Friday.
Like saying Woohoo! when the system crashes.
Shouting Show Me the Money! when it's 1/x/yz.
Saying Eat my Shorts when I'm given a task.
Discussing chocolates and Scarlett Johansson in team meetings.
Debating advantages of smoking over not.
Of sleeping over working.
Of breakups over pregnancy.
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