{ May 2, 2008 @ 9:01 pm } · { Drink up }
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love songs are easy to write

all you got to do is find the person right

what happens when the person is wrong

can you still write a love song

women, be her single, hitched or married

is a feeling that cannot be stirred

flowers chocolates or diamond rings

never will heart really sing

you talk you tell, you profess

you cry, you beg and confess

her heart where love was born

is now all dry and torn

not a drop of water nor wine

will make her heart ever feel fine

you wish your heart was like hers

because you know you cant live without hers

what women know…

{ May 2, 2008 @ 8:51 pm } · { Hell }
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or is it what they want?

How come woman know everything? They knew what you should wear, eat, drink, talk, feel! I am talking about woman whom I have loved, felt for, had a crush on, dated, just been friends with and they come back and tell me who they think who I would be perfect for, or why I should try that other girl (???) Doesn’t that  make you think that they hate those people that they said would be good for me? Some school or college envy that fits perfectly with their vengeance for me?

Every single woman

…when pigs fly

{ May 2, 2008 @ 10:44 am } · { Hell no! }
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Dunno if the Pig flew when Waters played here.

On a different note, have you ever met an oddly enough writer? The kicks the writers must be getting,  fun place to work,  no?

pull the plug on the pug {ad}

{ May 2, 2008 @ 10:33 am } · { Ads, Hell yeah! }
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i hope this lawsuit will help get rid of the commercial, it’s been getting onto everyones nerves.

Note to self: rant about this ad later

The draw

{ May 2, 2008 @ 6:30 am } · { Hell no! }
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One hand cupped over the other, the thumb slowly moves and lifts the edge of the first card. Heart. King of Hearts!

Emotions. The second card is Queen of Hearts!

All in. This had to be it. He saw and played what seemed good, no suit, low sequence cards, heck combos. But this was a first, 2 high cards, and suited! All in, he slowly muttered to himself.

The hands he was dealt and the ones he dared play were unpaying. Making mistakes no mortal ever dared make

i wish i knew

{ May 2, 2008 @ 4:04 am } · { blah to the power of 3 }
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What’s creativity all about? Where do new ideas come from? How do

inventors come up with new inventions? Is necessity really the mother
of all inventions? Or is the desire of a single individual to come up
with something no one has ever thought so strong to get it done?

Ideas come to me with little effort. I never really gave it a thought
how and why they do. Be it ideas to make a party interesting or a list
of wedding activities more easier to control; ideas for scripts or
ideas to make a website more user friendly. I am not sure how and why
but I am sure that I would want to know the how and why.

Right now, I have an idea…

etchy ads

{ September 8, 2007 @ 11:21 am } · { Ads, Hell yeah! }
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Theres this new mail ad thats showing on tele now. It has people leaving whatever they are doing and running out on the streets with an envelope in their hands, screaming with (what i think is) joy. I didnt get the ad till I saw the geek starts yelping and joins the rushhour. Anyway, fuck that, my whole point is, did you see the tits on the woman in the end in the salwar and the way they moved, up and down, I just couldnt take my eyes off!

And there’s this other, some candy, where this Japenese tourist finds an indigenous ATM in the middle of a jungle. Hilarious shit. Cant recall the product though.

La Mancha

Stranded

{ January 21, 2007 @ 9:40 pm } · { Hell no!, blah to the power of 3 }
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I remember reading a book about passengers at an airport (JFK, if my memory serves me right) who are caught in a terrible snowstorm and are cut off from the rest of the city/world. Something in my brains say’s it was an Indian author. Not Tharoor…. or is it? Lemme find that out.

P.S: Might be routed through London now.

La Mancha

columbus – musings from the airport

{ January 21, 2007 @ 8:43 pm } · { Hell no!, blah to the power of 3 }
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A person very close (and dear) to me say’s that it has to be black or white with me. What she means is I have two reactions, and they do not face each other. North Pole, South Pole. She says that my “either I love something or I loathe something” attitude is detrimental not just to self but others too.

Well here’s the thing, I say it as a I see it. If something catches my eye and tugs at my heartstrings, then it’s in. If it makes me put my hands squarely on my hips and in a gay”ish” tone say aloud”hmmm, well, at least it comes in the right color”, out!

No “mmm, kinda” or “OK, will do”. I love it.

Gotta go, flight just got announced, O Hare not happening, been rerouted through to Dulles. Hope I make the connecting flight to Frankfurt.

I hate it

La Mancha

I’ve started so I’ll finish

{ January 11, 2007 @ 4:49 pm } · { Uncategorized }
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Magnus “Mastermind” Magnusson is dead.

To do: Blog more about madness for quizzing and mastermind

La mancha

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