... coming back to beans. I love baked beans now..
..especially in tomato sauce (.. not the overely sweet ones though..)
one would be tempted to say.. "times change, people change..."
...but I'd rather go with.. "time makes no changes.. it only passes.."
Friday
Meanwhile...
alottafshits been happening...
something new which was not so good
something old but made things better
something different but probably for the best?
something new which was not so good
something old but made things better
something different but probably for the best?
.... and I am back
Nothing feels like..
...finding that wad of money you had stashed away long back
...unearthing the first novel you ever read in your attic
...talking to your best friend from when you were little
...hearing the song you grew up listening to
...walking through those familiar streets
...recollecting your own password!
...finding that wad of money you had stashed away long back
...unearthing the first novel you ever read in your attic
...talking to your best friend from when you were little
...hearing the song you grew up listening to
...walking through those familiar streets
...recollecting your own password!
Tuesday
good enough...
From time to time, amy gives strength that is needed...
Under your spell again, I can't say no to you
Crave my heart and it's bleeding in your hand
I can't say no to you
Shouldn't let you torture me so sweetly
Now I can't let go of this dream
I can't breathe but I feel
Good enough, I feel good enough for you
Drink up sweet decadence, I can't say no to you
And I've completely lost myself and I don't mind
I can't say no to you
Shouldn't let you conquer me completely
Now I can't let go of this dream
Can't believe that I feel
Good enough, I feel good enough
It's been such a long time coming
But I feel good
And I'm still waiting for the rain to fall, Pour real life down on me
'Cause I can't hold on to anything
This good enough, Am I good enough
For you to love me too?
So take care what you ask of me
'Cause I can't say no
Under your spell again, I can't say no to you
Crave my heart and it's bleeding in your hand
I can't say no to you
Shouldn't let you torture me so sweetly
Now I can't let go of this dream
I can't breathe but I feel
Good enough, I feel good enough for you
Drink up sweet decadence, I can't say no to you
And I've completely lost myself and I don't mind
I can't say no to you
Shouldn't let you conquer me completely
Now I can't let go of this dream
Can't believe that I feel
Good enough, I feel good enough
It's been such a long time coming
But I feel good
And I'm still waiting for the rain to fall, Pour real life down on me
'Cause I can't hold on to anything
This good enough, Am I good enough
For you to love me too?
So take care what you ask of me
'Cause I can't say no
Sunday
best of...
... whenever i get gloomy with the state of the world, i think about the arrivals gate in Heathrow airport...
i feel it in my fingers, i feel it in my toes,
love is all around me...
ohfuckwankbuggershittingassheadinthehole...
the lobster! in the nativity play?
yeah... first lobster!
there was more than one lobster present at the birth of Jesus?
... duh!!!! ...
hello Natalie!
hello David... I mean sir!
shit!!! I can't believe I said that!!!
...oh piss it!
Colin! you're a lonely, ugly, arsehole! you must accept it...
Never! I'm Colin, god of sex! I'm just on the wrong continent...
who do you have to screw around here to get a cup of tea and a chocolate biscuit?
...right!!!
aren't you a bit young to be in love?
... No...
oh god...
(To the portrait...)
you had this kind of problem?
...yeah.. 'course you did, you saucy minx!!!
... don't buy drugs...
... become a pop star and they give you them for free!!!
(frickin' awesome expression on his face!)
it's my favourite time of day, driving you...
it's the saddest part of my day, leaving you...
"Oh I am what I am,
I do what I want, But I can't hide
And I won't go, I won't sleep
I can't breathe, Until you're resting here with me
And I won't leave, I can't hide
I cannot be, Until you're resting here with me "
i don't want something i need...
i want something i want...
prontissimo!!!
and the best of all...
boa noite Aurelia...
boa noite Jamie...
bonita Aurelia, eu vim aqui para te pedir, para casar comigo...
mas é natal ...so... querie... saber
lord! you weigh a ton!
oh! shut your face!
god only knows what I'd be without you...
i feel it in my fingers, i feel it in my toes,
love is all around me...
ohfuckwankbuggershittingassheadinthehole...
the lobster! in the nativity play?
yeah... first lobster!
there was more than one lobster present at the birth of Jesus?
... duh!!!! ...
hello Natalie!
hello David... I mean sir!
shit!!! I can't believe I said that!!!
...oh piss it!
Colin! you're a lonely, ugly, arsehole! you must accept it...
Never! I'm Colin, god of sex! I'm just on the wrong continent...
who do you have to screw around here to get a cup of tea and a chocolate biscuit?
...right!!!
aren't you a bit young to be in love?
... No...
oh god...
(To the portrait...)
you had this kind of problem?
...yeah.. 'course you did, you saucy minx!!!
... don't buy drugs...
... become a pop star and they give you them for free!!!
(frickin' awesome expression on his face!)
it's my favourite time of day, driving you...
it's the saddest part of my day, leaving you...
"Oh I am what I am,
I do what I want, But I can't hide
And I won't go, I won't sleep
I can't breathe, Until you're resting here with me
And I won't leave, I can't hide
I cannot be, Until you're resting here with me "
i don't want something i need...
i want something i want...
prontissimo!!!
and the best of all...
boa noite Aurelia...
boa noite Jamie...
bonita Aurelia, eu vim aqui para te pedir, para casar comigo...
mas é natal ...so... querie... saber
lord! you weigh a ton!
oh! shut your face!
god only knows what I'd be without you...
Friday
a quiver half full...
somehow i couldn't help but notice that i normally enter the title of what i am going to write about first and then write the rest. but, does that mean i am writing what i am, because that's what i want to write? or is it because, i wrote the title in the first place. and does the same apply for everything i do? I do something because I want to or is it because I've already decided what it is going to be beforehand? where the hell did free will go to then..
there was a chap i knew full of energy and hope and all the good things. and then he made a mistake. what the mistake was and i never got to know. but there was this old man who told him-
"son, when i was your age i made the same mistake, and i was devastated. but between then and now, I've made the same mistake ten times. i am a better person from the experience."
i somehow knew that like everything this chap had learnt he'd disregard this too. but i was wrong. the chap actually took what the old man said very seriously and made the same mistake again.
Which finally brings me to my point. Is there really any use of good advice? when the only way anyone learns something is by doing it and not reading or writing about or listening to it.
there are several good things about a rock at the bottom of the sea. it lies undisturbed for years together. there is no need to even bother what is happening to the people or the worlds above. so is it an ideal existence? would we have been better off as rocks? What we do not realise of course (because we live for only but a fraction of the lifetime of the rock) is slowly the rock gets eroded to nothing. if it had the capacity to change, to resist or even better adapt to the ever changing nature it wouldn't get eroded. But then again, at what price does this capacity come? the capacity to change itself would make it frail?
So is it better to be the sea? or the rock? or the sand? How about all three?
Well, how about it. What if there was something which could be like the sea to certain forces and the rock to others and yet like the sand to some? Hell, that almost sounds human.
a long time ago, there was an angel who tried to make everyone happy- loving, listening, caring and healing. Yet, he had no friend to share his own misery with. Worse yet, he soon realised that not all the people whose lives he tried to brighten really thought of him during their happier times. And that made him even more determined that he would forever thrive on the fields of misery.
Although, he was determined to live his whole life this way, circumstance changed him and gave him something special - a friend. But, when life took on a different turn, he forgot all about his friend and left him on his own. soon, however circumstance straightened out the turn and brought him back to his friend. Which was when he realised, that he was no different from all the people he'd helped.
One should pity the job of circumstance. His only task is to make people realise their mistakes. To make them point a finger at themselves, to question themselves and to retrospect.
they say, god couldn't be everywhere, therefore he made mothers. i guess reading it is one thing, and realising it is another...
mom, words cannot express the love i feel for you. i was looking for a sign all my life, while you were sitting right in front of me where i never looked...
you've worked my entire life towards that which I am not today. But I have become exactly what you wanted me not to be...
you've been my angel, my best friend, my rock, my water, my sand and much more. and in return what have i been? i wrote you off...
in this life i have probably failed miserably as your son. All I beg for is not to give up on me like so many...
there... i did what i said. i wrote what i wanted and then gave it the name. they say, the best is a result of pain. So, if you like what you read, does it mean I am in pain? and if you did not like it, i am not?
Doesn't sound like an everybody wins situation does it...
there was a chap i knew full of energy and hope and all the good things. and then he made a mistake. what the mistake was and i never got to know. but there was this old man who told him-
"son, when i was your age i made the same mistake, and i was devastated. but between then and now, I've made the same mistake ten times. i am a better person from the experience."
i somehow knew that like everything this chap had learnt he'd disregard this too. but i was wrong. the chap actually took what the old man said very seriously and made the same mistake again.
Which finally brings me to my point. Is there really any use of good advice? when the only way anyone learns something is by doing it and not reading or writing about or listening to it.
there are several good things about a rock at the bottom of the sea. it lies undisturbed for years together. there is no need to even bother what is happening to the people or the worlds above. so is it an ideal existence? would we have been better off as rocks? What we do not realise of course (because we live for only but a fraction of the lifetime of the rock) is slowly the rock gets eroded to nothing. if it had the capacity to change, to resist or even better adapt to the ever changing nature it wouldn't get eroded. But then again, at what price does this capacity come? the capacity to change itself would make it frail?
So is it better to be the sea? or the rock? or the sand? How about all three?
Well, how about it. What if there was something which could be like the sea to certain forces and the rock to others and yet like the sand to some? Hell, that almost sounds human.
a long time ago, there was an angel who tried to make everyone happy- loving, listening, caring and healing. Yet, he had no friend to share his own misery with. Worse yet, he soon realised that not all the people whose lives he tried to brighten really thought of him during their happier times. And that made him even more determined that he would forever thrive on the fields of misery.
Although, he was determined to live his whole life this way, circumstance changed him and gave him something special - a friend. But, when life took on a different turn, he forgot all about his friend and left him on his own. soon, however circumstance straightened out the turn and brought him back to his friend. Which was when he realised, that he was no different from all the people he'd helped.
One should pity the job of circumstance. His only task is to make people realise their mistakes. To make them point a finger at themselves, to question themselves and to retrospect.
they say, god couldn't be everywhere, therefore he made mothers. i guess reading it is one thing, and realising it is another...
mom, words cannot express the love i feel for you. i was looking for a sign all my life, while you were sitting right in front of me where i never looked...
you've worked my entire life towards that which I am not today. But I have become exactly what you wanted me not to be...
you've been my angel, my best friend, my rock, my water, my sand and much more. and in return what have i been? i wrote you off...
in this life i have probably failed miserably as your son. All I beg for is not to give up on me like so many...
there... i did what i said. i wrote what i wanted and then gave it the name. they say, the best is a result of pain. So, if you like what you read, does it mean I am in pain? and if you did not like it, i am not?
Doesn't sound like an everybody wins situation does it...
Saturday
robert frost said...
... the brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get to the office.