won't be using this, permanently shifted to a new blog:-
http://sharanx182.vox.com/
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Sunday, August 31, 2008
fuck you
fuck this shit.
Grrrrrrr....
why do you always have to try to make me feel better?
screw the diplomacy man...
fuck this shit.
Grrrrrrr....
why do you always have to try to make me feel better?
screw the diplomacy man...
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
crappy message histories...
coming across old text messages
makes me want to puke
makes it hard to breathe...
what you said in them,
the words couldn't be sweeter
but they do become more painful at every viewing without failure.
how can we kiss without wanting it again?
how can we hug without not wanting to separate?
how can your head lay there on my chest...
without feeling a comfort everlasting?
how can your laughter not mean you're happy?
"i'll never be the same,
yeah...I'll never be the same again..." Note:- these particular lines have been stolen, from the following song:-
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Now playing: The Honorary Title - Only One Week
via FoxyTunes
this song is like something i wrote in my sleep, except that i can't write, bleh...wish i could. it's such an attractive quality. one that men use to portray so many lies, i wouldn't though...although, now that i think of it...im happy i can't write poetry or prose or anything very well, because i believe that the ability to write well makes you deceitful.if you can write the stories of fictional characters, you tend to weave some of the 'fiction' in your own lives to screw with people's brains (e.g seduction, serenading)...ugh...that's why i hate male writers, except the humorous ones...I'd rather write the truth about myself and the world in the form of un-beautiful mediocre text.
lyrics of 'only one week':-
Have your lips graced another's yet or am I the only one?
Every time I try to speak to you, those are the thoughts that run
Say something else girl, I don't wanna have to leave
Our communication is hardly what it used to be
When can I claim you to be
My own, so selfishly?
When can I claim you to be
My own, my only?
Want nothing more than our futures to collide
Can't tell this is gonna be one of many disappointing nights
Traces of you are so minimal
A black and white by photo booth with us
When can I claim you to be
My own, so selfishly?
When can I claim you to be
My own, my only?
And I have only one week to make you mine
And I may never see you again
It's not only for me, it's not only for me
There's a little bit, little bit here for you
But I'm willing to wait, I'm willing
Day time is no longer the hours spent
[Incomprehensible] rather the hours to obsess
And the night is far worse
'Cause I know you're alone with her
And thoughts of, of us have been deserted
It will never be the same
I'll never be the same again
I will never be the same again
I have only one week to make you mine
And I may never see you again
Time is few and far between
There is someone else who needs
There is someone else who needs your attention
But I'm willing to wait, I am willing to wait
I'm willing to wait, I'm willing to wait
makes me want to puke
makes it hard to breathe...
what you said in them,
the words couldn't be sweeter
but they do become more painful at every viewing without failure.
how can we kiss without wanting it again?
how can we hug without not wanting to separate?
how can your head lay there on my chest...
without feeling a comfort everlasting?
how can your laughter not mean you're happy?
"i'll never be the same,
yeah...I'll never be the same again..." Note:- these particular lines have been stolen, from the following song:-
----------------
Now playing: The Honorary Title - Only One Week
via FoxyTunes
this song is like something i wrote in my sleep, except that i can't write, bleh...wish i could. it's such an attractive quality. one that men use to portray so many lies, i wouldn't though...although, now that i think of it...im happy i can't write poetry or prose or anything very well, because i believe that the ability to write well makes you deceitful.if you can write the stories of fictional characters, you tend to weave some of the 'fiction' in your own lives to screw with people's brains (e.g seduction, serenading)...ugh...that's why i hate male writers, except the humorous ones...I'd rather write the truth about myself and the world in the form of un-beautiful mediocre text.
lyrics of 'only one week':-
Have your lips graced another's yet or am I the only one?
Every time I try to speak to you, those are the thoughts that run
Say something else girl, I don't wanna have to leave
Our communication is hardly what it used to be
When can I claim you to be
My own, so selfishly?
When can I claim you to be
My own, my only?
Want nothing more than our futures to collide
Can't tell this is gonna be one of many disappointing nights
Traces of you are so minimal
A black and white by photo booth with us
When can I claim you to be
My own, so selfishly?
When can I claim you to be
My own, my only?
And I have only one week to make you mine
And I may never see you again
It's not only for me, it's not only for me
There's a little bit, little bit here for you
But I'm willing to wait, I'm willing
Day time is no longer the hours spent
[Incomprehensible] rather the hours to obsess
And the night is far worse
'Cause I know you're alone with her
And thoughts of, of us have been deserted
It will never be the same
I'll never be the same again
I will never be the same again
I have only one week to make you mine
And I may never see you again
Time is few and far between
There is someone else who needs
There is someone else who needs your attention
But I'm willing to wait, I am willing to wait
I'm willing to wait, I'm willing to wait
Saturday, August 9, 2008
rantings on possessions, sweet girls, and retards...(actual retards, not my friends)...
the things you own, end up owning you... - Tyler durden
being able to walk around town without any worries is bloody liberating, i almost wish i didn't have insurance for my possessions!!
she...is the sweetest thing ever...(ooh the pixies sound so much like the Beatles sometimes!!) like this liqueur chocolate with extra strong liqueur, that is intoxicating enough to make you not care about all the other shit in the world, her company makes you wanna kick the starving kids in Africa to death because they just don't seem important (i never cared too much about them anyway)
speaking of kids, i went to this 'retard meeting place' recently, some of my friends like to go there and meet them and be all nice and they keep saying "they're so sweet!!" etc etc, why the hell do you wanna do that? i mean, seriously, i was freaked out!! these people are not that developed mentally, but look at their lives, (and this thought has been put into my head by a fictional character, one Gregory house) they don't have to be nice to everyone, they don't have to learn to say the right thing at the right time, they don't have to adhere to social formalities, any mistake they make is a 'adorable', people like to say 'it's so sad how unfortunate they are' they're bloody fortunate!! to live a life without judgment!! they can crap in their pants and they'll be helped out and not mocked...and yeah i think it's just wrong to be giving the retards 'special treatment', they're human after all, however childish they may be, they're still assholes on the inside like any of us...their assholeness is just taken as 'adorable activities', if i spit on somebody it'd start a feud, these guys get laughter and sweetness, bleh...
it's hard juggling blogs, random rants sometimes jsut end up turning into redable material!! (kinda..hehe)
this was originally neing written only for http://angadrandom.blogspot.com/ but here it is, on the other one too (http://sharanx182.blogspot.com)
----------------
Now playing: Pixies - Here Comes Your Man
via FoxyTunes
being able to walk around town without any worries is bloody liberating, i almost wish i didn't have insurance for my possessions!!
she...is the sweetest thing ever...(ooh the pixies sound so much like the Beatles sometimes!!) like this liqueur chocolate with extra strong liqueur, that is intoxicating enough to make you not care about all the other shit in the world, her company makes you wanna kick the starving kids in Africa to death because they just don't seem important (i never cared too much about them anyway)
speaking of kids, i went to this 'retard meeting place' recently, some of my friends like to go there and meet them and be all nice and they keep saying "they're so sweet!!" etc etc, why the hell do you wanna do that? i mean, seriously, i was freaked out!! these people are not that developed mentally, but look at their lives, (and this thought has been put into my head by a fictional character, one Gregory house) they don't have to be nice to everyone, they don't have to learn to say the right thing at the right time, they don't have to adhere to social formalities, any mistake they make is a 'adorable', people like to say 'it's so sad how unfortunate they are' they're bloody fortunate!! to live a life without judgment!! they can crap in their pants and they'll be helped out and not mocked...and yeah i think it's just wrong to be giving the retards 'special treatment', they're human after all, however childish they may be, they're still assholes on the inside like any of us...their assholeness is just taken as 'adorable activities', if i spit on somebody it'd start a feud, these guys get laughter and sweetness, bleh...
it's hard juggling blogs, random rants sometimes jsut end up turning into redable material!! (kinda..hehe)
this was originally neing written only for http://angadrandom.blogspot.com/ but here it is, on the other one too (http://sharanx182.blogspot.com)
----------------
Now playing: Pixies - Here Comes Your Man
via FoxyTunes
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
fitter, happier???
'fitter happier' by 'radiohead'
Fitter, happier, more productive,
comfortable,
not drinking too much,
regular exercise at the gym
(3 days a week),
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries,
at ease,
eating well
(no more microwave dinners and saturated fats),
a patient better driver,
a safer car
(baby smiling in back seat),
sleeping well
(no bad dreams),
no paranoia,
careful to all animals
(never washing spiders down the plughole),
keep in contact with old friends
(enjoy a drink now and then),
will frequently check credit at (moral) bank (hole in the wall),
favors for favors,
fond but not in love,
charity standing orders,
on Sundays ring road supermarket
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants),
car wash
(also on Sundays),
no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate,
nothing so childish - at a better pace,
slower and more calculated,
no chance of escape,
now self-employed,
concerned (but powerless),
an empowered and informed member of society
(pragmatism not idealism),
will not cry in public,
less chance of illness,
tires that grip in the wet
(shot of baby strapped in back seat),
a good memory,
still cries at a good film,
still kisses with saliva,
no longer empty and frantic like a cat tied to a stick,
that's driven into frozen winter shit
(the ability to laugh at weakness),
calm,
fitter,
healthier and more productive
a pig in a cage on antibiotics.
Fitter, happier, more productive,
comfortable,
not drinking too much,
regular exercise at the gym
(3 days a week),
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries,
at ease,
eating well
(no more microwave dinners and saturated fats),
a patient better driver,
a safer car
(baby smiling in back seat),
sleeping well
(no bad dreams),
no paranoia,
careful to all animals
(never washing spiders down the plughole),
keep in contact with old friends
(enjoy a drink now and then),
will frequently check credit at (moral) bank (hole in the wall),
favors for favors,
fond but not in love,
charity standing orders,
on Sundays ring road supermarket
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants),
car wash
(also on Sundays),
no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate,
nothing so childish - at a better pace,
slower and more calculated,
no chance of escape,
now self-employed,
concerned (but powerless),
an empowered and informed member of society
(pragmatism not idealism),
will not cry in public,
less chance of illness,
tires that grip in the wet
(shot of baby strapped in back seat),
a good memory,
still cries at a good film,
still kisses with saliva,
no longer empty and frantic like a cat tied to a stick,
that's driven into frozen winter shit
(the ability to laugh at weakness),
calm,
fitter,
healthier and more productive
a pig in a cage on antibiotics.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
technology may not be perfect, but it sure beats a wig full of angry bunnies
i saw this 'sheep in the big city' episode recently...
it was basically about technology kicking sheep's ass in the big city, all kinds of shitty luck...and then he somehow goes back into time using a time machine (the show is very weird) and he finds happiness, he's somewhere in ancient greece or something...and there are these people who are really nice to him, he's having the time of his life!! no technology to bother him!! but then he realizes that those people are making him happy happy coz 'lady medusington' likes her 'sacrifices' to be kept happy...now, this delightful woman, is lady medusington:-
and her wig full of angry bunnies!! (obviously this is a satire of medusa, the mythical character who had snakes for hair) :-
ow, lady medusington throws her wig on sheep to attack him, the wig keeps bouncing up and down on him, hurting him!! poor sheep....
then he gets an idea, he takes out some seeds:-
buries and waters them:-
instantly, carrots grow!!:-
he hands them to the angry bunnies, and they're happy and leave him alone :) so cute!! hehe....
so this made me laugh like a crazy guy for a long time :-P you have to see this episode!! you have to worship the chow creators!! the show is so...damn...funny!!! buahahahahahahahahahahaha!! :-P
and yeah, after sheep does this, we get to hear lady medusington saying lines like "you ruined my angry bunnies!!!" (with a heavily rolling 'r', arrrr)
and
"i'll get you, you bunny ruiner!!"
heeheeheehee....
it was basically about technology kicking sheep's ass in the big city, all kinds of shitty luck...and then he somehow goes back into time using a time machine (the show is very weird) and he finds happiness, he's somewhere in ancient greece or something...and there are these people who are really nice to him, he's having the time of his life!! no technology to bother him!! but then he realizes that those people are making him happy happy coz 'lady medusington' likes her 'sacrifices' to be kept happy...now, this delightful woman, is lady medusington:-
and her wig full of angry bunnies!! (obviously this is a satire of medusa, the mythical character who had snakes for hair) :-
ow, lady medusington throws her wig on sheep to attack him, the wig keeps bouncing up and down on him, hurting him!! poor sheep....
then he gets an idea, he takes out some seeds:-
buries and waters them:-
instantly, carrots grow!!:-
he hands them to the angry bunnies, and they're happy and leave him alone :) so cute!! hehe....
so this made me laugh like a crazy guy for a long time :-P you have to see this episode!! you have to worship the chow creators!! the show is so...damn...funny!!! buahahahahahahahahahahaha!! :-P
and yeah, after sheep does this, we get to hear lady medusington saying lines like "you ruined my angry bunnies!!!" (with a heavily rolling 'r', arrrr)
and
"i'll get you, you bunny ruiner!!"
heeheeheehee....
Saturday, June 7, 2008
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