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Nov 09 2008

lame, PSX, WTF

Now On Loop

30 Seconds to Mars – The Kill

What if I wanted to break
Laugh it all off in your face
What would you do? (Oh, oh)
What if I fell to the floor
Couldn’t take all this anymore
What would you do, do, do?

Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you

What if I wanted to fight
Beg for the rest of my life
What would you do?
You say you wanted more
What are you waiting for?
I’m not running from you (from you)

Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you
Look in my eyes
You’re killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you

I tried to be someone else
But nothing seemed to change
I know now, this is who I really am inside.
Finally found myself
Fighting for a chance.
I know now, this is who I really am.

Ah, ah
Oh, oh
Ah, ah

Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you, you, you.
Look in my eyes
You’re killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you

Come break me down (bury me, bury me)
Break me down (bury me, bury me)
Break me down (bury me, bury me)

(You say you wanted more)
What if I wanted to break…?
(What are you waiting for?)
Bury me, bury me
(I’m not running from you)
What if I
What if I
What if I
What if I
Bury me, bury me

Mar 18 2008

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Empire Strikes Back, Rakhi Sawant, Star Wars, WTF

Star Wars and Rakhi Sawant. In the same post!

The world’s gone to hell.

i know because of the following words that barraged my poor, defenseless ears.

“I’m a big fan of Rakhi Sawant. She’s got such character. Rakhi Sawant is super cool.”

And if that wasn’t enough, i was privy to something even more…sinister.

“Her face structure is like your mom’s.”

Someone kill me. Now. At least before i imagine an Empire Strikes Back scenario with Rakhi Sawant, light saber in one hand, shouting in that hoarse voice, “I am your mother!”.

Yuck. i fear the filthy touch of insomnia violating my sleep tonight. People are weird. Or something.

Now Listening To: Blind Melon – Wishing Well

Aug 12 2007

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WTF

There isn’t much to update when things feel as if you’re walking, no…stumbling through a muddy grave yard barefoot, dragging a rotting corpse for what seems to be an eternity. The mosquitoes feast on your flesh rather than that of the deceased and the beetles ride the nails of your toes while the maggots cling to your wrists.

As you trip on the myriad of tombstones scattered across this deathly, soulless landscape, the pain etches into your feet with the intensity of a horse brand. Each one a permanent mark of your follies. Thankfully, the stench and ghastly fog, inject a sense of lifelessness, numbing the pain.

And you trod on in this fashion, limping your way towards an unknown destination, by divine providence or satanic humor, you finally find the spot to bury that corpse just before daybreak. And the vultures.

As you do the needful of tossing the body, which was and is a feast for all sorts of vermin that you’d expect in a derelict, decomposing graveyard, you take a quick glance at it’s face. When you thought your pathetic state of affairs could not get any worse, life (or death in this case) never ceases to amaze you.

The owner of that face is indeed, you.

So, like i said, there isn’t much to update for. Now at least.

Now Listening To: Stereophonics – Bank Holiday Monday

Feb 09 2007

The Politics of Politics and One Minute Sagas.

If dictatorial debauchery be the spirit of one minute films… keep the camera rolling. Let the constant whirs caress me off to the land of dreams. All while some manic depressive soul runs around depraved of Prozac.

Needless to say, i’ve had a day (or should i say, night) so bad that it would make castration seem like a relatively painless, almost enjoyable procedure. Editing is anything but fun. In fact its a tragedy when the film to be edited can be classified as a better , if not equal to, substitute for manure.

At least i’ve learned my lesson. Some people are born to be lemmings, some are thrust with the duty of doing so, while the rest of us seemingly normal folk should let them know of their stupidity. And yet have enough understanding to realize that they’d just disregard everything you say as they journey towards extinction.

Before the levels of causticity and sarcasm coupled with dollops of holier than thou attitude attain proportions that are unfit for human or even lemming consumptions, i’ll end this right here. Considering that it’s nearly 8 A.M. and i’ve done everything but sleep in the last 24 hours, i might as well submit myself to the Sandman’s tugging of my eyelids.

Feb 01 2007

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WTF

A Day In The Life Of…

My day begins when everyone else’s ends. The moment people decide to lay their head down to sleep, i begin my strenuous regimen.

Coupled with tears and incessant sobbing i start by calling my friends. And apologize as if there was no tomorrow. For non-existent crimes i’ve committed.

Yes, i have a spotless record. i feel the need to profusely feel sorry for doing anything “wrong in BMM”. i am an anomaly in the system. But i am the good one.

They call me names, think i’m stupid, retarded even. However that’s how i am. Self-effacing, the human door mat. Now the human vacuum cleaner. For i don’t waste a moment to suck up. To suck up to those who already are my friends.

Am i insecure? Am i scared? Or am i both? Being the diplomatic prick that i am, even to myself, i shall never ever know.

Ever.

Now since that’s done, its time for me to call X,Y,Z and other people in my lives.

For i am the Prince of Melodrama.

Yo!
(the last one word sentence was added for poetic effect).

Now Listening To : A Perfect Circle – Stranger