Sunday, August 14, 2005
A fart can be quiet,
A fart can be loud,
Some leave a powerful,
Poisonous cloud.
A fart can be short,
Or a fart can be long,
Some farts have been known,
To sound just like a song.
Some farts do not smell,
While others are vile,
A fart may pass quickly,
Or linger awhile.
A fart can create
A most-curious medley,
A fart can be harmless,
Or silent, but deadly.
A fart can occur
In a number of places,
And leave everyone
With strange looks on their faces.
From wide-open prairies,
To small elevators,
A fart will find all of us
Sooner or later.
So be not afraid
Of the invisible gas,
For always remember,
That farts, too, shall pass
A fart can be loud,
Some leave a powerful,
Poisonous cloud.
A fart can be short,
Or a fart can be long,
Some farts have been known,
To sound just like a song.
Some farts do not smell,
While others are vile,
A fart may pass quickly,
Or linger awhile.
A fart can create
A most-curious medley,
A fart can be harmless,
Or silent, but deadly.
A fart can occur
In a number of places,
And leave everyone
With strange looks on their faces.
From wide-open prairies,
To small elevators,
A fart will find all of us
Sooner or later.
So be not afraid
Of the invisible gas,
For always remember,
That farts, too, shall pass
Monday, August 01, 2005
finally!!
finally i got a place where i can just utter out any nuisance popping in my head.. and i mean anything.. its been a while since the only thing that i've been doing is thinking... and a lot of thinking.. i've these thousands of emotions that i want 2 share with someone but i just simply dont know who. we all go through this or maybe its just me. but you really dont wanna come out as weak and vulnerable to others when you're going through a rough patch. atleast i dont.
things can go from wrong to worst in your life, and you feel pathetic when you realize when its simply nothing that you'll do will make it better, or worse. you feel helpless when you know it totally depends on someone else.
since the day1 we broke up, infact, she broke up with me. i was shattered. i've no emotions bubbling up in my heart anymore. except for my parents. believe me, i dont even feel like crying because i know it simple ain't gonna help me. i spent a year and a half with her, and its just that i just cant simply stop thinking about how life would've been if we had'nt split. these days, most of the time i just sit in front of my computer doing nothing but wondering why this happened, and how the fuck do i get out of this lousy phase. i wanna enjoy life again. i used to be a fuckin chatterbox and i wanna feel like this again. everything used to be so much funny and whacky. now i m going whacky. i dont even know how to keep a friggin conversation going on when a hot chick approaches me in a university. everything i say is usually in a stubborn attitude, bottom line i dont like talking to anyone. and neither want any1 to talk 2 me.
its been a long time, since i m usually on drugs and high everynite. i know this all makes sense and makes one jump to the conclusion that i've given up. but i just can't seem to help it. all this time when i am drunk, i seem to enjoy things. but the second i get sober i just feel like going to a place somewhere there's only my choice of music, alcohol and hash; unlimited in supplies, all alone. i don't need a fucking company. i just wanna sit and wonder. wonder where and what went wrong in my life that lead me to go through this fucking patch of life.
since, atleast for the time being i've decided to make this blog my crib you'd be seeing a occassional posts from me abt whts going on through my mind.
things can go from wrong to worst in your life, and you feel pathetic when you realize when its simply nothing that you'll do will make it better, or worse. you feel helpless when you know it totally depends on someone else.
since the day1 we broke up, infact, she broke up with me. i was shattered. i've no emotions bubbling up in my heart anymore. except for my parents. believe me, i dont even feel like crying because i know it simple ain't gonna help me. i spent a year and a half with her, and its just that i just cant simply stop thinking about how life would've been if we had'nt split. these days, most of the time i just sit in front of my computer doing nothing but wondering why this happened, and how the fuck do i get out of this lousy phase. i wanna enjoy life again. i used to be a fuckin chatterbox and i wanna feel like this again. everything used to be so much funny and whacky. now i m going whacky. i dont even know how to keep a friggin conversation going on when a hot chick approaches me in a university. everything i say is usually in a stubborn attitude, bottom line i dont like talking to anyone. and neither want any1 to talk 2 me.
its been a long time, since i m usually on drugs and high everynite. i know this all makes sense and makes one jump to the conclusion that i've given up. but i just can't seem to help it. all this time when i am drunk, i seem to enjoy things. but the second i get sober i just feel like going to a place somewhere there's only my choice of music, alcohol and hash; unlimited in supplies, all alone. i don't need a fucking company. i just wanna sit and wonder. wonder where and what went wrong in my life that lead me to go through this fucking patch of life.
since, atleast for the time being i've decided to make this blog my crib you'd be seeing a occassional posts from me abt whts going on through my mind.
i m back!
just one post.. with a rizla... and i already feel better. i dont know which one worked out for me but anyhoo i feel a tad better.
when a couple can't work things out and split. you live for the moment so you walk adrift from the past and let this bitter feeling go away.. if you don't, this bitter feeling would burn everything around you. you just don't feel the way you used to feel. this is exactly what i am not able to do. i just cant seem to get her out of my stupid brain!
a friend have been calling me a few minutes before give him a life to univ., but i feel like going alone. i just can't bear any stupid jokes.
another thing, that i was thinking about before is.. at times, there's a chick thats totally hot.. but when you talk to her each word is a like thrash bin emptied in your face. nothing she speaks makes sense and is totally lame. why can't just ppl think for a fuckin moment before opening their gutters. arrgghh!! i don't know and i can't help but somehow when they say anything like that my instinctive reflexes force my face impression to make them feel like a fuckin dumb lamb. lol. same goes for the my faggot classmates. one is too old for his age 2 take accting 1 course. other one is a cheap rascal trying to make the class laugh at his wise-ass comments, which i swear aren't funny, or near funny at all.. one of these guy is one of those limited edition skinny type ppl who unfortunately have to keep few coins in their pockets in order not to flow with the blowing classy breeze. a typical dehliwala. a 100% taaro. i m sure this guy carries 2 eyes in his pockets as well. enough of bitching!
nex thing that i plan to do is to watch thursday(1998).. the movie is getting better by every minute.. atleast for me.. but again maybe because its all about drugs?? who cares?
when a couple can't work things out and split. you live for the moment so you walk adrift from the past and let this bitter feeling go away.. if you don't, this bitter feeling would burn everything around you. you just don't feel the way you used to feel. this is exactly what i am not able to do. i just cant seem to get her out of my stupid brain!
a friend have been calling me a few minutes before give him a life to univ., but i feel like going alone. i just can't bear any stupid jokes.
another thing, that i was thinking about before is.. at times, there's a chick thats totally hot.. but when you talk to her each word is a like thrash bin emptied in your face. nothing she speaks makes sense and is totally lame. why can't just ppl think for a fuckin moment before opening their gutters. arrgghh!! i don't know and i can't help but somehow when they say anything like that my instinctive reflexes force my face impression to make them feel like a fuckin dumb lamb. lol. same goes for the my faggot classmates. one is too old for his age 2 take accting 1 course. other one is a cheap rascal trying to make the class laugh at his wise-ass comments, which i swear aren't funny, or near funny at all.. one of these guy is one of those limited edition skinny type ppl who unfortunately have to keep few coins in their pockets in order not to flow with the blowing classy breeze. a typical dehliwala. a 100% taaro. i m sure this guy carries 2 eyes in his pockets as well. enough of bitching!
nex thing that i plan to do is to watch thursday(1998).. the movie is getting better by every minute.. atleast for me.. but again maybe because its all about drugs?? who cares?
