Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved. The ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars."

I hate people who say "If I had known this would happen, I would’ve..."
The point is YOU couldn’t have known this would happen if it didn’t happen yet can you?
That’s as good as not saying anything.

Oh how I wish these pseudo souls who think they’re so analytical and deep and all that crap could access the future, based on past, and change the present if the past were different.

I’d wish I could give them a time machine and ask them to shut up. I’d tell them that I really don’t wanna listen to such crap. And I don’t wanna listen to you either. Yes, YOU!

90 Comments:

Blogger madhavan said...

HEYYYYYYYYYYYYY HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
that's Sal Paradise. That's god Sal Paradise, best friend of god Dean Moriarty. You are quoting god Sal Paradise. The only other person after god Dylan Thomas who made words sing. But not as good as Dylan god but god anyway. And how did you run into god Sal. The only other person in this country who quotes god Sal. I am flabbergasted. Can I be your PA?

4:22 pm  
Blogger Shalz Nair said...

Miss J!

U've really got me thinking...

Ok ok i better shut up.!

:)

4:36 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

in second line of my comment after fourth word excluding the full stop, please add bloody

6:01 pm  
Blogger J said...

Hmmm

6:24 pm  
Blogger J said...

Shals,

What makes you assumes its 'Miss J'? :p

6:26 pm  
Blogger anantha said...

Mrs. J: Jack Kerouac...hmmm...Paul and Art... Hmm.. hmm...:)

8:02 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

YAAWWWWWWWNNNNN

8:22 pm  
Blogger J said...

oh shuddup now aNTi ;)

And wots with all the mmmm-ing Madhavan?

9:42 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

how am i supposed to know? the same as with the hmmmmm-ing, i guess

10:06 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

seems that was for me!!!

mrs. ladyJ

hehe

10:45 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

u wanna debate???

10:47 pm  
Blogger thorswheels said...

The "I want to draw" post was nice. (Not really warped!)

11:01 pm  
Blogger Jagadish said...

very few people actually can link every post to the title of their blog...u seem to pull it off with ease time and again... ;)....but it's fun to read...nothing like spreading bad mood :D

4:57 am  
Blogger J said...

@Madhavan
hmmm mmm

@humbl devil
Phew! Finally u got the hint! Thank GOD!

@Fool on he hill
Thankeeeee

@Jagdish
u find a link in there? u serious? how on earth didja find a link when i didnt make one? Oh temme temme temme abt it!

10:16 am  
Blogger Shalz Nair said...

ALrite... Mrs J it is ....but wats the Big Deal!!

You are Nice, Mad, and you write well too, so as to make me come back for more..... and thats all that matters. Rest all is quite irrelevant in this context i guess !!

Cheers !! Have a good Day !!

10:44 am  
Blogger J said...

Thankoo
Shaloo

(ooh that rhymes :)

10:51 am  
Blogger Jagadish said...

i meant the title of your blog, not the title of ur post...almost all your posts go well with the title 'warped mind'... :D... good work though...scary, but brilliant :)

11:26 am  
Blogger madhavan said...

hmmmm mmmm mmmmh

ps: here comes a brand new language

11:35 am  
Blogger J said...

alrite Jagdish... enuf is enuf... stop the praise... i hate blushing... gimme some constructive critisism instead :)

Madhavankutty Pillai,
Do you mean a brand language or a new language or a brand new language?

12:06 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

yes

12:30 pm  
Blogger J said...

Yes for all 3?

What on earth is a brand language then???

12:35 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

no

12:36 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

but seriously, a brand language is the language with which you are branded with. For eg, I was born a Malayalee, and though I cannot read or write the language (but I speak it well, mind ya), Malayalam is my brand language. It is the brand which decided what language I have been sold with. To make it simple, there is, consider for example, a brand called Malayalam like HLL is a company which has many brands, then I who am the owner-consumer of the brand being as it were born into it, is a brand Malayalee. To make it simpler still, aww hell, I guess you must have got the bindu by now

12:41 pm  
Blogger J said...

Dear Mr. Madhavankutty Pillai,

I, Ms. Jayashri Jayaraman, would really appreciate if you could move away from mono-syllables and explain things a bit more clearly.

12:43 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

i donna thinka your application letter holds nemore, ms jayashri jayaraman who is not ms jayashree jayaraman

12:45 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

or in other words:

mmm hmmm mmm mmmh hmmm

12:55 pm  
Blogger J said...

Hmm… ok… now do me a favour will ya? Temme what’s my brand language?

1:27 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

thy brand language is tamizh. undoubtedly yu r a tamizhmagal. only tamizhmagals can be so volatile,

in other words:

mm hmmmmh hhh mm

2:40 pm  
Blogger J said...

But seriously, I was born a tamilian, and I cannot read or write the language or speak it too well. I hate tamil cuisine. I dislike most tamilians. But I’m gonna marry one. And I’m more of a bong than a tamilian. So tamizh cannot be my brand language.

3:17 pm  
Blogger Jax said...

Hey J..This is a freaky coincidence - I was reading On the road, just this morning!

3:18 pm  
Blogger J said...

Jax,
i dont wanna talk to u.

u have all the time in the world to read books, that too in the morning?
and u dont have time for me!!!

oh i was the one who ditched u yday rite? :p

3:26 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

well you donna hava choica, do ya. see ur genes are mora powerfula than ya think.

also, someone is gonna marry ya, holy moocow. with all due respect to yer stunning looks, does he have any idea what he's gettin inta. wow, he must be even more crazy than ya. only a crazy tamizhan would marry ya

3:42 pm  
Blogger J said...

Sour grapes!

He is crazy... crazy abt me.
He's waited for 6 long years.
And he's made a whole lota moolah.
I dont even havta do that strip show nemore!

Dont u dare tell him wot he's getting into!

I swear I'll kill u!

4:07 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

does he have sister...sounds like a good family to get into

4:12 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

and six years!!!...whats with the time lag...must have been some crazy precondition you set...be kind to him, willya...dont break his heart by taking another six years to move in with him after marriage...

4:16 pm  
Blogger J said...

He does.
But she's already hooked.

4:18 pm  
Blogger J said...

no pre conditions at all.
its jus that he wasnt rich enuf then.

4:22 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

now that she's hooked let me tell ya i would only marry for love. because love is more important than money now that she's hooked. love is the gloriously glorious thingie which makies the worldie go roundie. yup sirree, now that she's hooked, i would only marry for lovee. coz money i can borrow from pals like ya.
say, you been wanting to lend me a 1000 for so long. nows your time. use it. opportunity daent strikie twice

4:27 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

so finally she admits it...
ms ladyJ iz not mrs. ladyJ...
hehe...

here's wishing all the best to mr. ladyJ...

p.s. hey, mads...me thinks we'll hav to give him one of those ice hockey goalkeeper gears as the wedding gift...

heehee

4:30 pm  
Blogger J said...

Will sure tell that woman that she’s missing out on true loooooooove :D


humbl devil, Ice hockey? WTH? Y?

5:18 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

DUHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

fir protection from someone lyk ya...

heeeeeehaaaaaaaaaa

5:25 pm  
Blogger Rider on the Storm said...

*waves at J* how goes it?



Parsley sage, rosemary and thyme..
remember me to one who lives there..

5:37 pm  
Blogger J said...

humbl devil, heehawheehaw... bherry bherry phunny... but i dont play outdoor games.

*waves back at Rider*
howz ur rommie doin? ;)

5:44 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

who said games...who talked about playing...

protection waz the ryt word...

hehe...

btw, ice hockey'z played indoors too

6:58 pm  
Blogger J said...

humbl devil, shhhhh... i'll tell ur mommy wot her lil boy is upto :p

Bachelor buddy, me knows no html. wot to do? :(

7:23 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

you got any voluptuous ooh aah knockout moneybag friend, girl preferably, who's lookin for true love. i can give true love. i can give lots of true love to voluptuous ooh aah knockout girls with moneybags

10:20 am  
Blogger J said...

Ahem... ME? ;)

10:29 am  
Blogger humbl devil said...

u call a 22-yr old guy...
a li'l boy...

naniJ

hehe

10:51 am  
Blogger J said...

HD, 22 is bloody young.
i think anything below 25 is.
actually, boys will be boys; they hardly ever grow up.

10:58 am  
Blogger humbl devil said...

young at heart...
takes away the big part...
anywhere...
everywhere...
stop acting all responsible and grown-up...
two words for ya - shud up!!!

:O)

11:03 am  
Blogger madhavan said...

you got moneybags? how much? let's hear the numbers first before i give true love

11:06 am  
Blogger J said...

hahaha... *evil grin*
i'm smarter than u think

show me the love and then u'll see the money!

11:13 am  
Blogger madhavan said...

awww cmon. u know tis not possible to show love. tis felt and aye am feeling enormous luvah. now show some moolah. oh, btw i prefer dollars, nice greeny greeny loverly loverly dollar babies.

11:30 am  
Blogger humbl devil said...

ryt her one of ye pomes...mads...
she will naturally deny the love thingy...as always...

p.s.
once upon a time...
ladyJ used to rhyme...
no love stuff on my site...
therafter...i'll not be sorry for ur plyt...

wonder wot happened now...

11:32 am  
Blogger madhavan said...

okay. her goes:

my lovey is truey truey
even if makes yu bluey bluey
ek do ek do ek do ek do
Paise de do lovey lovey le lo

11:43 am  
Blogger J said...

*puke puke puke*

Mommy i'm not preggy its jus maddy

11:52 am  
Blogger humbl devil said...

didn't i say...
ahe will nuke...
your poem...
with her puke...

11:58 am  
Blogger madhavan said...

shee shee ayyo ayyo
appadiya appadiya
ayyo ayyo shee shee
shee shee jayashri

12:15 pm  
Blogger J said...

Oh btw, Bob Dylan was NOT god.

12:48 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

mah poor j. mah poorie poorie misguided J. my poories Js whoz gots it so poories wrongie.

whoz the bob dylan newt. whoz kurt cobain newt. whoz god newt.

Tis DYLAN THOMAS, J-gurl, who i refer to. DYLAN THOMAS. DYLAN THOMAS whoz the god of gods. so google him out of his heaven and drink his spell.

1:00 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.

1:08 pm  
Blogger J said...

See sweetheart, its like this...

Karl Mark was related to Carlo Marx, who was related to Dean Moriarty, who was related to Dylan Thomas, who was related to Bob Dylan.

Get it now?

1:09 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.

1:09 pm  
Blogger death said...

humbl: treat her nice, will you?

1:48 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

ok,ok...
i think i went way over the top...

anything for ya..buddy

2:03 pm  
Blogger J said...

wots happening here?

2:10 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

somethin really weird. cant put my finger to it coz i just lost them in an accident and am writin this from the hospital where they treat people who have lost fingers...when yu get to know, tell me, tell me o tell me tell me J...wots happenin here

2:22 pm  
Blogger J said...

eeeeeeks!
i dont like men without fingers.
go away. go away from here. leave my blog alone.

2:29 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

hey. i still got my little finger. so now everyone i meet points out the nearest urinal to me

2:34 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

you got the bj. little finger. susu. ahh,now u got it

2:34 pm  
Blogger J said...

a hand without a middle finger = a hand without any fingers.

Can I chop off ur lil finger? Please. Please. Pleeeeeeeeeeeese.
I've never chopped anyone's lil finger!

2:36 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

only if u say somethin nice about me in public. go on i am listening. somthin really nice. in public. my little fingers all i got left but i'll let ya chop it chop chop if ya say somethin nice about me

2:47 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

hahahahahahahaha....

kkkkkkkkkkrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaackkkkkkk!!!
(the chair broke)
*down on thew floor*
hahahahahahahahahahahahaahaha...

3:08 pm  
Blogger J said...

something nice about you?
ha, u must be kiddin.
is it ok to lie?

3:12 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

well...if you wanna chop my lil finger, there will have to be some give, no.
yer can lie. dont i know how good u r at lyin. but ya gotta be convincing to the ones who r hearin. remember u want my lil finger. thats all that matters. now start. spread the butter. let the honey pour from thy sweet lips...

3:34 pm  
Blogger Shalz Nair said...

Looks like here is where all the action is...wonder where i was .........when i had to be here...to smile....to laugh......at the insanity of my fellow beings !!
Where Maddness thrives. and Maddy does too.along with MISS "J" ( i told you.i was right..u are afterall a MISS...whose is a Mrs J to be....Or may be Ms.J)..... where the LUNACY, ABSURDITY.. takes a flight to reach NEw heights........

Good to be back.....

Agree with Devil... NICE ? NICE about Maddy ?? Ha ha ha ha

Some work there....for you Miss J.....must say !! BEST OF LUCK

3:36 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dear Mr. Madhavankutty Pillai,

Ms. J thinks you've got good taste and attitude.
And we, who swear by Ms. J's name think we've found THE man we've been looking for.

Congratulations!

You've been elected president.

3:57 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

dear ms j's fan club.

unfortunately mr madhavankutty pillai is too engaged in letting his fans, which include miss j, worship him. will mr padhavankutty millai do for president. what will be pay and perks. will wine and voluptuous ooh ahh knockout women be supplied in office or home.

4:09 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

We think we've just found a basic error in your last comment.

You must mean Madhavankutty Pillai's Fan Club and not Padhavankutty Millai's Fan Club.

HeeHawHeeHaw

4:19 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

since its time for me to scoot and go home and swim and live, let's start all over again....

HEYYYYYYYYYYYYY HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
that's Sal Paradise. That's god Sal Paradise, best friend of god Dean Moriarty. You are quoting god Sal Paradise. The only other person after god Dylan Thomas who made words sing. But not as good as Dylan god but god anyway. And how did you run into god Sal. The only other person in this country who quotes god Sal. I am flabbergasted. Can I be your PA?

4:28 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

nice try...but you scared him away...

hahaha

4:32 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Now that u all know what Ms. J is about. How many of u wanna enrol into her Fan Club?

4:45 pm  
Blogger Shalz Nair said...

WISH YOU A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR...Miss J!!

Lots of Love n Hugz

6:06 pm  
Blogger SmartOxymoron said...

*Enters comments page and then runs right back out like he's seen a pack of mad(men/women).*

5:20 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

*the mallu within me speaks*

haaapppy new ear...

5:51 pm  
Blogger Innocent Bullet said...

Wish you a joyous new year! :-)

11:05 pm  
Blogger Golden Words said...

ok by the way, if u havnet figured it out by now, am not speaking to u..

6:54 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi J

I wish you a very happy & prosperous new year!!!

Neet

11:19 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

new year
new look
new you?

11:27 am  
Blogger Jax said...

Did it suddenly become dark in here?? *rubs eyes*

5:29 pm  

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Friday, December 23, 2005

I want to draw about things that can’t be described using words.
Things that can only be reflected in thoughts. Things that can only be felt down there.

I want to draw the emotion of a 10,000-strong crowd. Cheering and screaming as their favourite rock band performs.

I want to draw the hunger a desperado carries with him. The hunger to do more and more, everyday. The hunger to do more with less.

I want to draw the eagerness a child has in him. The eagerness to find out what does on in the remotest part of the world. The eagerness to explore the unexplored.

I want to draw the procrastinating writer doodling aimlessly. Making people think that she’s “brainstorming”. While she really is not.

I want to draw the stuff that goes on in my mind and the things I’ve never thought of.

I want to draw people’s reaction when they don’t know why I’m doing what I’m doing.

I want to draw what’s running on people’s minds when they think about me.

I want to draw what’s running on people’s minds when they try figuring out what I think about them.

I want to draw how people will react when they find I’m gone. Gone for good.

I want to draw.
But on second thoughts, I might as well give up drawing.

31 Comments:

Blogger madhavan said...

why are you doing it?

3:23 pm  
Blogger death said...

This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.

3:31 pm  
Blogger J said...

madhavan, wot am i doing?

death, now do me a favour will ya? dont DELETE this comment of urs. It makes me sound so WOW! :D

3:43 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

do not be gone
do not be gone ever
even for a moment ever
wild flower
flower of the enduring wild
strewing chaos in your wake
blooming in the fields of night
battling alone jungle demons
lonely battles of the wild mind
seeking rays of uneven light
wild flower
you be kind to you
you be kind to others
dont go
draw dont draw
but dont go

3:48 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

i been blowing balloons for a silly office party of pastries and sandwiches and my self-esteem is all hurt and sore. i am feeling sad and so am trying to spread it around

3:50 pm  
Blogger J said...

:)

u know i will go!

5:01 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

hey, how can ya draw stuff you have never thought of...

;-)

5:05 pm  
Blogger J said...

sweetie... stop askin intelligent questions will ya?

maybe ordinary souls like u cant.
but superhumans like me can.

5:09 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

why why why but why o why
why why why but why o why
why go
why go when
why go when you
why go when you can
why go when you can stay
stay stay stay o stay stay
stay stay stay o stay stay

5:26 pm  
Blogger J said...

bcuz i dont wanna stay

5:31 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

btw, where r ya goin...
and mads my post is up

5:45 pm  
Blogger Rider on the Storm said...

j: wee question..doesnt everyone go?

5:51 pm  
Blogger death said...

rider: Yeah, how true. everybody leaves. eventually

5:59 pm  
Blogger J said...

Rider! i know. everyone HAS to go.

But our dear mallus here: madhavan and humbl devil dont seem to understand!

6:08 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

just like that...just like that...
leaving all and all behind
and so many bereft and blind
many mysteries of life unread
many things to many unsaid
dont go, dont go
dont take the early train, J
that is not for you
dont take the ship of night, J
that night is not your night
for you is the rich and roaring road
for you is the green and winding road
walk the winding road, J
which leads to many ends
survive its many bends, J
and break out into the day
the road is your beginning, J
the road is the end
where all gathered pain is cast
this road is the road of light
where the terrible load is shed
this road is the road of day
walk the winding road, J
walk this winding road, J

6:14 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

J, longtime pal.

whatz happening with u - no news at all.

- LAx

6:25 pm  
Blogger J said...

r u high on chicken curry or is it jus me? ;)

6:30 pm  
Blogger Rider on the Storm said...

i think that is chicken curry seasoned well with green and mushooms on the side!

6:48 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

po, po wherever u wanna po...
do, do whatever u wanna do...
flowers coming in your path don't you mow...
instead smell them to leave you so-so...
and dont spite me if you don't understand this mumbo-jumbo...

7:14 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think I got the first of those those covered.

It sure as hell isn't a drawing and it probably doesn't capture much emotion, but who's complaining?

7:41 pm  
Blogger Rider on the Storm said...

m thinking may be, i need to start writing vogon poetry! or poetry of the kind from grunthos the flatulent! and get good at it!

10:15 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

bang on target, buddy!!!

10:17 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

i thought it was you but now i know its the chicken curry

10:20 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

and humble devil, your epom reminds me of a lewd mallu song

10:22 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

my knowledge of mallu films is only so-so...
care to share...

:-)

10:54 pm  
Blogger Sudipta Chatterjee said...

J, after a long long time, I find this post a really good and refreshing read... I mean, the others seemed so much of a one-liner that I made neither head nor tale of them. Thanks... and do draw something. And post a snap here ;)

11:29 pm  
Blogger Manu said...

Oh well give pictionary a shot before u go!

2:19 pm  
Blogger arvindiyer said...

That would be cool, Manu, a few other warped souls includin moi all havin beer or vodka over a game of pictionary... *tells myself...not to comment here anymore*

9:26 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hi J, i came through madhavan's blog, I was really impressed by the poem you wrote in the comments. do come to my blog when you have time, have given the link here.

11:31 am  
Blogger humbl devil said...

wakey, wakey...

got a contest on my blog...
decide on the prize...

11:48 am  
Blogger phatichar said...

I'm tempted to draw a conclusion..but I'll resist it.. :) u take care girl...

12:59 pm  

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Thursday, December 22, 2005

WOW!


m gettin better n better each dae… i did moi good deed of da dae 2dae… saw this grp of 14 yr ol boys goin 2 skul in da lift… they wer bizi tokin abt hard rock n woodstock n LSD n such stuff… n then da evil side of me wakes up wid a start tellin me 2 do jus wots runnin on mah warrrped mind… i sold them a pack of marlboro… da cover was coooool with som reely awesom artwork on it… but the ciggies either r fake or incredibly strong 4 my likin… da one i smoked gav me a headache… neways like i care abt these kids… i sold it 4 a profit… 100 bucks!!! i hope da mommies don’t come 2 me n kick my ass… n i hope no one reads mah blog… n now i wish i dint write this post.

20 Comments:

Blogger humbl devil said...

fuhget sb't d mommies...
if moi waz in bengaloorooo...i'd 'ave definitly done it...

*snorts*

1:22 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

death!!!where art thou...
i want ladyJ taken out now...

or wait...

may i borrow that hammer or hatchet whatever ye have for a while...

1:30 pm  
Blogger J said...

u dont like me rite? :(

1:35 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

just leave the poor kidz alone coz i'm afraid they will end up lyk me

1:49 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

and u'll get the answer to that question on m'blog...

1:50 pm  
Blogger J said...

where's the ans sweetie?

2:11 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

keep checkin...keep checkin...u'll find it by the end of the day...

2:34 pm  
Blogger J said...

i have better things in life to do like... watch a saas-bahu soap.

2:39 pm  
Blogger Rider on the Storm said...

is this place alive?

3:06 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

hammer!!!
hatchet!!!

anybody...

3:09 pm  
Blogger Dhimant Parekh said...

I thought your good deed for the day was done when thy commented on someone's blog. So now we have two good deeds here. Wooohooo.

4:57 pm  
Blogger J said...

Dhi only one, how abt the third good deed for the day?
Temme who commented on whose blog, will ya?

5:41 pm  
Blogger Dhimant Parekh said...

j>> ooooooh....who and who? For some reason, only the devil comes to my mind ;-)

5:45 pm  
Blogger Dhimant Parekh said...

j>> ok, now I see the date..the comment was on dec 16th....i read the devil today...so, was late on it!

5:46 pm  
Blogger J said...

SIGH!
Dont talk to me abt him unless u can help me out with him ;)

5:56 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

looks like i missed a lot

6:50 pm  
Blogger anantha said...

To quote Mike Myers from SNL "You are Eviiiiiiiillllll"!

7:24 pm  
Blogger chaos said...

*evil* grin.... :D
feeling devilish already :))

11:46 am  
Blogger madhavan said...

Hey J
Dont be angry
But sing a angry song
And be happy
happy happppppyyyyyyy

1:48 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

evil is an understatement

3:18 pm  

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Monday, December 19, 2005

I have this enormous burst of energy right now.
I don’t know what to do now. But the last thing I wanna do is work.

I just love seeing this expression of people at work. They seem to be going berserk with my mood swing.
They’re in this “Oh sheesh man, I’ve got to ask HER for a favour? I wish I could die.” kinda state.

So one of these guys comes up to my desk… stands for a couple of minutes waiting to talk to me.
I chew my gum harder and look at the ceiling as if he didn’t exist.
Then he clears his throat.
I wake up and get back to chatting.
He says… “Maybe we could sit around and talk for a few minutes, when you are a bit free?”
I look at him, tear a post-it off, spit my gum, dump it in the bin and ask… “what do you want?”
He says… “I sent you a mail.”
And then I start off…………. “you send a brief on Friday… send a de-brief on Monday morning and expect to have the stuff ready by EOD… whom do you think you’re talking to? An idea-machine? Not possible dude. I aint giving you anything before Wednesday. “
And what does he do? He doesn’t utter a work and walks off!

Oh boy! I’m so freakin awesome man!

Right now, if I had a hammer, I’d probably be hammering hard.
Hammer what?
Why would I walk around hammering stuff? Cause that’s not as stupid as you think it is. There are a lota protruding, unpounded nuts, wherever I go.

I wanna hammer a whole flesh and blood today. And I think I will.

Does anyone wanna pick up a fight with me?

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

*Shudders*

12:22 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

Notmenotme. Nomenotmenotme. i dontnot wanna pick fight withya. But i wish i was a peon in your office and then i woulda right run down to the nearest hardware shop and brought you the biggest hammer of them all, the one with the iron studs, and then after throwing it to you I would have stayed far away from ya, yes sir, i wouldnt be anywhere near yer arms length but i would be far away and watch ya hammer away - hammer hammer hammer hammerhammer hammer hammer hammer

1:27 pm  
Blogger J said...

my office needs a peon :p

1:33 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

gimme contact of HR head. i got all the qualities and even look like a peon. and i seen plenty of peons in all them offices where they sacked me. i know the job inside out. i spent half my life observing peons. all my working hours i was only looking at peons and envying what they done. i just love peons. i wanna be the perfect peon, the sorta peon who gets hammers and does not get hammered. i hope the HR head gives me a white uniform. i wanna white uniform. i wanna white uniform NOW. gimme white uniform. where's our HR head. why is he not gimming me a white uniform.

1:40 pm  
Blogger J said...

hehehe

my office is in desperate need of an HR head too. There aint a single head in that non-existent HR department. No cute chick. No hot hen. No hot cock... err guy. No nothing.

Now what do we do?

1:45 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

Gimme contact of managing director. i got all the qualities and even look like a HR head. and i seen plenty of HR heads in all them offices where they sacked me and my head rolled and the HR head gave me that letter which was a sword. i know the job inside out. i spent half my life observing HR heads. all my working hours i was only looking at HR heads and envying what they done. i just love HR heads. i wanna be the perfect HR head, the sorta HR head who recruits the perfect peon who gets hammers and does not get hammered. i hope the MD gives me a black suit. i wanna black suit. i wanna black suit NOW. gimme black suit. where's our MD. why is he not gimming me a black suit.

1:52 pm  
Blogger J said...

well... actually my office does have an HR department. The only problem is that it has centralized operation in the country. So do i just tell u how to get in touch with them then?

2:18 pm  
Blogger J said...

Oh, btw, I just found a hatchet behind my cubicle.

2:27 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

some people have all the luck.

does that mean i am no longer needed. you sure? i can ask around and get the best deal on hammers. i can even go online and bid on ebay. Think about that: a peon who will surf the net to buy you the best hammer that money can buy and with which you can go hammer hammer hammerhammerhammer hammer hammer

2:39 pm  
Blogger J said...

u know wot? i'm kinda losing that 'i wanna hammer now' thingie. Temme wot do i do to get it back?

3:26 pm  
Blogger Rider on the Storm said...

lol!!! too mach...
I wish i could use that hammer idea always! good way to tell people to soddoff!!

3:31 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

but this is shocking. use the hatchet NOW. on the PEON. that's what peons are for

3:40 pm  
Blogger J said...

Do u wanna fight with me?

*evil psycho smile*

3:57 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

fat chance. the only position that i am applying for is that of arms dealer.

what's wrong with that guy who you asked to buzz off. maybe we can both corner him in a dark alley after work...

4:06 pm  
Blogger J said...

did u mean the arms dealer or the arms dealer?

4:08 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

what is your guess?

4:12 pm  
Blogger J said...

i think u r an arms dealer

4:13 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

bingo. and now i gotta do some work. this has been a very productive day and guess i will to spoil it now. bye, for now

4:20 pm  
Blogger anantha said...

So young, so angry. Damn that rap music!

8:25 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

:D :D...

10:22 pm  
Blogger Vincent said...

I think I can hear Limp Bizkit - Break Stuff playing in the background :)

12:24 am  
Blogger Dhimant Parekh said...

After reading this post and its comments, there is just one thing that came to my mind. The title of Kurt Vonnegut's book - "Slaughterhouse 5".
Weird book, weirder characters, probably not worth spending the time on it though.

11:53 am  
Blogger J said...

Dhi only one!

That was incredibly RUDE!

U didnt possibly mean that Me and my blog and my blog coments and my blog commentators are not worth spending time on did u???

I do hope for your own good that u didnt... cuz i've got a hatchet :p

On a diff note... i must read that book by Kurt wotever... is he related to Kurt Cobain by any chance?

12:16 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

Why on a different note. Why not on the same note.

And on the same note, I dont think he was being rude. He just called you and I think me too a weird character. That's a compliment, as far as I am concerned. Unless he called me and you a weird book.

Now shall we start fighting... Or do we wait for lunch to get over

12:24 pm  
Blogger Dhimant Parekh said...

j>> No intention of being rude. Nothing to do with your blog, your blog readers, your blog commentators and so on.
A thought that arose upon reading this post and comments was about that book. Simple as that.
And as far as I know, I don't think Kurt Vonnegut is related to Kurt Cobain. Yet, one never knows until the ......

12:32 pm  
Blogger J said...

First on a different note, why on earth did you change ur user name from 'Dhimant' to 'Dhi only one'??? Didnt anyone tell u u've got a nice n pretty name?

Getting back to that note... ok wotever. As Madhavan said, I'm fine with u calling us weird... that's if u think i'm weirder than the rest of the world.

And if u dunno if the 2 Kurts r related, who does???

12:39 pm  
Blogger J said...

@Mads (if i can call u that)

We can start fighting right now... I'm skipping lunch today. Need to get back to shape for the stip show, remember?

12:41 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

I know. I know. I know.

They are related, yes sir, definitely they are related and they are related because their first names are Kurt.

But who's Kurt Cobain?

12:43 pm  
Blogger J said...

Ha! I dont believe I live in a world like this!!!

Kurt Cobain, for all u uninitiated folks is GOD. u know who God is? HE's Kurt Cobain.

12:45 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

okay, i will fire the first salvo. I think I am much more weirder that you and I am saying this with my nose closed so that the words come out like a whine. And yes, call me Mads or even Geroge Bush, if it pleases you. Can I also call you Mads?

12:45 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

Kurt Cobain cant be god because Kurt Cobain was god then why would be call god god. We would call him Kurt Cobain.

Lihaza, melord, mere muwakkil ne yeh khoon nahin kiya

12:47 pm  
Blogger J said...

NO. u cant call me MADS. Cuz I have a name… and that’s J.

And lemme enlighten u a wee-bit more on this cobain thingie… OMG… did I jus say call Cobain a thingie? GOD,PLZ DON’T PUNISH ME. I can always Ctrl+Z.

Ok… God ne lagta hai mujhe maaf kar diya. After all, main unki greatest fan jo hoon!

Getting back to the topic… Kurt… as in Kurt Cobain… WAS not God. He became God after Nirvana happened.

12:52 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

Nirvana happened to him eh. Was he a Buddhist? Did he meditate. Have heard that it takes a lot of time for Nirvana to happen. Will Nirvana happen to me too? How can Nirvana happen to me? Oh tell me tell me. I cant wait for Niravana to happen to me as it happened to Kurt Cobain. Oh tell me tell me Mads, tell me tell me

12:57 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

And you can call me J from now on...

12:58 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nirvana, and Cobain (and Courtney Love, god I hate her so) were and are all extremely overrated.

Seriously, Nirvana isn't all that it's cracked up to be.

The only reason they're as famous as they are is because of Cobain's passing.

2:23 pm  
Blogger J said...

I’m NOT MADS!!!
Kurt aint a buddhist monk.
He did meditate with marijuana.
I hate Courtney Love too. She married him!
And if Kurt is overrated… so is God.

3:09 pm  
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3:37 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

J said:

Now now, Mads, there's no need to be Kurt

3:39 pm  
Blogger Rider on the Storm said...

well from hammers, hatchets to kurt cobain.. talk about the genius!
Better to burn than fade away! yeah..

3:47 pm  
Blogger J said...

@ Death – I do. I really do!!!

@ J… err… Kurt …err… Mads… err… too much food makes me sick!

@ Rider on the storm… Light my candles in a daze... 'Cause I've found God… Hey

3:53 pm  
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3:54 pm  
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3:55 pm  
Blogger J said...

Whoa… did someone put Kurt and Gandhi in the same line? Hahaha… I like the way u put that. And thanks for comparing it with THE wall :D

4:15 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

Cranberries - Shattered

I’m trying to control myself
So please don’t stand in my way
I’ve waited for the longest time
This is what I wanted in my way

Move over, move over
There’s a climax coming in my way
Move over, move over
There’s a climax coming in my way

I don’t like you, don’t compromise
Shattered by your weakness
Shattered by your smile
And I’m not very fond of you, and your lies
Shattered by your weaknesses
Shattered by your smile

All the kids are going back to school
The summer’s over it’s the golden rule
And now I’m coming out to play
So please don’t stand in my way
And all the things that seemed once to be
So important to me
Seem so trivial now that I can see

Move over, move over
There’s a climax coming my way
There’s a climax coming my way...

Please don’t stand in my way

4:15 pm  
Blogger J said...

@ humbl devil

I dont move for ppl. I dont stand in the way either. But if u come in my way, i wudnt budge. Try pushing me if u can.

4:19 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

hey,
that song was in your first person...
and i'll not push you, ladyJ...maybe pinch you...

hehe

4:22 pm  
Blogger death said...

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4:28 pm  
Blogger J said...

Oh was it?
Ok… but it cant be.
I mean wot in the world does… “you weakness” mean??? I’ve never heard of a term like that in my life. MY weakness? U must be kiddin me.

And don’t u dare pinch me… I have nice long and shard nails and a hatchet mind ya :p

4:30 pm  
Blogger death said...

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4:30 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

seems someone had a sense of deja vu and has gone into denial...

hehe

4:36 pm  
Blogger J said...

@death

Questions are asked only when there are answers. And everything has answers. You only have to know where to look for them.
I love rock too. But I don’t find it dark enough. And now I’m looking for more darkness. Darkness lies in death. But I still have 5 more years to go.

4:39 pm  
Blogger J said...

@humbl devil

pray who's that?

4:41 pm  
Blogger death said...

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4:42 pm  
Blogger J said...

death... u aint reading betwn the lines r u?

4:43 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

the one prayin'

4:44 pm  
Blogger death said...

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4:47 pm  
Blogger J said...

Airite peepul! shuddup. Talk sense!!!

4:53 pm  
Blogger death said...

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4:55 pm  
Blogger J said...

oh... sorry... here's a tissue n a candy :)

4:57 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

Only Talking Sense

there'a a wild thing in the woolshed
and it's keeping me awake at night
a devil in the closet
and a feeling I'd prefer to hide
he is religion
he won't hear me when I cry for help
he has a vision of me
but I am somebody else

We talk the pillow
there are times when I'm tied up to the fence
only talking sense

there's a mirror lake before me
but I'm frozen when it's time to jump
it's like maybe I'm afraid of what I'll find
when independence comes
you steel my shadow
you make my blood run dry

we are true only when we talk to the pillow
there are times when I'm tied up to the fence
only talking sense

did you suffer as a child
that's why you want me to cry
you are afraid of me
that's why you're so unkind

you won't deny it
when your child is tied up to the fence
and I'm only talking sense
lonely when we talk to the pillow
and your child is messed up in the head
I'm only talking sense

4:59 pm  
Blogger J said...

humbl devil... dont gimme some goddamn lyrics man... make up ur own if u can and then pass it over :)

5:05 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

Copyright 1995 by Tim Finn/Neil Finn (Mushroom/Roundhead Music)

hehe

5:06 pm  
Blogger death said...

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5:07 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

thanx

:-))

5:10 pm  
Blogger Rider on the Storm said...

bah!!! i cant make out whether .. devil is really what he portends to be..google n paste! bah!

5:18 pm  
Blogger death said...

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5:22 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

being alive is the longest wait...for the penultimate death...

love makes the wait worthwhile...

5:33 pm  
Blogger J said...

@death

I’m jus wondering, is ‘funny’ the right word? I dont like that word describing me in that way. Do reconsider changing it (I have the hatchet baby!)

Well… all I can say is the feeling wont fade away with time. It’s been around for a while now. And I can see it growing. Death is no answer of course. I never said it is. I didn’t talk abt escapism either. For me death is a vision!

5:35 pm  
Blogger J said...

@humbl devil

Oh phuleeez.

No love crap allowed in this blog!

5:36 pm  
Blogger death said...

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5:48 pm  
Blogger J said...

veggie stuff. y? r u planning to poison me?

5:52 pm  
Blogger Rider on the Storm said...

@devil : run along listen to your boybands!

6:00 pm  
Blogger J said...

@Rider

Gimme a Hi5

6:03 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

dont tell me u never luved boy-bands...

me did, when i was li'l...

am holdin on to m.l.t.r. just for now...

6:10 pm  
Blogger death said...

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6:12 pm  
Blogger J said...

@ humbl devil

yeah rite… MLTR is a boy band that refuses to grow up. And continues to learn rock :p

6:16 pm  
Blogger J said...

@death

u cud poison me actually. I'll be looking for someone to do that for me 5 years from now.

6:18 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

luv iz in the air...or izit???

6:18 pm  
Blogger Rider on the Storm said...

mltr? he says mltr i dont believe it..
J do u still have the hatchet with ye?

6:20 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

yeah...ladyj

teleport it to me from bengalooroooo...

and i'll do the needful

6:24 pm  
Blogger death said...

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6:25 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

yeah...y not...

p.s. d devil ne'r dys...

6:31 pm  
Blogger J said...

@ Rider… I think that’s wot humbl devil means!

@ Death… Take a deep breath. Calm down. Wait for 5 yrs. I’ll tell ya where to come n kill me. I’m in the planning stage rite now.

6:32 pm  
Blogger death said...

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6:32 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

seems lyk ladyJ went to sleep...ppl...

6:33 pm  
Blogger J said...

No, humbl devil i havent. But i dont find u cute either :)

6:38 pm  
Blogger death said...

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6:45 pm  
Blogger J said...

@death

I don’t blog to break hearts or make up.
I don’t blog to tell ppl I find them cute.
I dont because, i dont have a heart. No wonder I dunno much abt all this heart n love crap.

6:57 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

thus spake d dev'l : m'heart is with another...

7:14 pm  
Blogger death said...

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7:26 pm  
Blogger madhavan said...

BEJESUS, I go out for a moment and there's this roaring brawl which has not one take from me, the SUPERNUT of them all, the MASTERNUT, the ACENUT, the WEIRDOKING, the NONSENSEEMPORER.

I want a repeat and I want my opinion recorded for every sorry line that all of you mediocre nuts have given. Or, else, it's the courts, babies, for destroying public peace with substandard nonsense...

9:03 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

#100.. this is after my christmas do... totaly sobher to the phullest extent,.. it is 3:15 in the morn,,, again i ask ye.. where is the hatchet??

8:49 am  
Blogger J said...

@humbl devil... yeah?

@madhavan... i recon i dont wanna be a supernut nemore. u have the title all for urself.

@black jedi... the world's all FAKE. cudnt agree with u more.

@rider... thanks for the dope u gave me yday... it kept me awake all nite.

10:05 am  
Blogger death said...

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12:18 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

oh yeah...

here's my yet another lame effort at poetry...

i'm in love with an angel...
but angel loves who...
maybe she loves a someone else(boohoo),
but i'm entitled to a bit of her love too...
for coz my heart's been stolen...
by an angel who unknowingly broke it in too...
doesn't matter to me, as without my heart...
i can't feel any pain tooo...

damn!!!that sucked

12:25 pm  
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12:30 pm  
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12:32 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

thanx...
btw, if everyday was sunday u wud b crying 'sundays r criminals'

12:37 pm  
Blogger death said...

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12:41 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

if u 2 hitch up,

'sundays wud be seminal'

heeehaaaaaaaaaa

12:44 pm  
Blogger death said...

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12:50 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

no pain, no gain
no gain & ppl go insane...


this one sucks big tym...

12:52 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

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1:02 pm  
Blogger J said...

Peepul!!!

When I say no love crap on this page… I mean every word of it!

Why don’t u guys sit with lady love and leave me alone?

Moreover, I think Sundays r terrible… so u’ve got the wrong person

1:29 pm  
Blogger chaos said...

LOL...
i thought the post was great...
but the comments section is even more hilarious... :D....

J ... is your fight over... ;)

1:45 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

hey ladyJ,

did u hack death off this comments section or was it he himself...who did it...

if it waz u, then i curse u to fall in love...

hehe

4:07 pm  
Blogger J said...

if it was him, u'd curse him to fall in love eh?

4:30 pm  
Blogger humbl devil said...

dont hav to do tht, he's already fallen for ya...

hehe

4:40 pm  
Blogger J said...

there u go again.

oh btw, death died.

4:45 pm  
Blogger Rider on the Storm said...

say j, what is the mystery of disappearing comments?

ho the dope .. heh! u are welcome!

5:57 pm  
Blogger @$#!$# said...

whoa!!!! Looks like u've had your share of fights!!!

or have you?

P.S: I left before I cud arrive, so no fighting....;-)

8:17 pm  
Blogger sinusoidally said...

Fiesty. You remind me of someone I know with Bipolar. :-)

7:55 am  
Blogger anantha said...

*YAWN*

10:10 am  
Blogger arvindiyer said...

Ok *damn I forgot my popcorn* now look wats goin on here...and I somewhere in that endless list of comments...saw a comment that was MINE..*grrrr* and they say u have a copyrite on things..bah cruel world...and when are u coming for coffee? or Beer?

11:07 am  
Blogger J said...

AI, here's the plan... how abt the phirst monday afternoon of the new year? i think thats a gud day n time to get drunk on absolut iyer... err... vodka.

1:04 pm  

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Tuesday, December 13, 2005

I’m happy I haven’t been a friend... especially to you. I hate being good to some one as fake.

I’m happy I always managed to fuck it up. And fuck you.

I’m happy I didn’t expect much of you. You just over shot my expectations.

I’m happy I didn’t shut up and spoke my mind. It was great to have you as a silent spectator.

I’m happy I didn’t let you talk when you wanted to. Oh how would you? Your mouth was full.

I’m happy I said things that were out of line. Hitting you below and above the line.

I’m happy I don’t trust you anymore. But I’m sorry that I don’t trust people anymore either.

I’m sorry that I find people who ‘try hard’, boring. And people who don’t, interesting.

I’m sorry it won’t be easy to forget. Not that you forget easily. But I’m not that easy to forget.

I’m sorry I drive people away. But the more I try to shake off, the more they cling on.

I’m sorry it’s always me. You just don’t exist.

I’m sorry I’m a different person now. I was different yesterday. And tomorrow will be different again.

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Blogger the cowlick said...

I'm happy you're so honest!

4:48 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Change is inevitable. There's no need to be guilty about it.

4:54 pm  
Blogger silverine said...

attagirl J!!! way to go. that was so honest and so matter of fact!!

Kudos!!!

5:30 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

dont be sad

you were born to be happy

5:59 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Did something happen last weekend?

6:16 pm  
Blogger Innocent Bullet said...

Hmmm...Some of it could make up for a good script for a play.

Thanks for dropping at my blog. If Proseonama was long then you may drop in at the other blog which has poetry. May be it will catch your fancy. :-)

Cheers

9:12 pm  
Blogger narayanan said...

I’m happy I haven’t been a friend... especially to you. I hate being good to some one as fake.

I liked this :-), never felt like being (read faking) good to someone I dont like.

-narayanan

1:24 am  
Blogger phatichar said...

That puts things in perspective..

5:14 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

that makes sense

7:41 pm  
Blogger chaos said...

I’m sorry it’s always me. You just don’t exist...

i agree with this... it's the only way to survive in this world...
it's good that you know what you are and what you want (or don't want)... most of the ppl don't know and are always in the chakraviewh...

12:07 am  
Blogger madhavan said...

i'm not happy because i wanna see the point
i'm wondering why you change persons daily
i'm wondering how come you exist and i dont
i'm wondering what in line things are
i'm wondering about shut up and fuck up. do they clash
i'm happy you find try-hard people boring. no fears here
i'm sorry you wont forget some 'it' of some 'you' who wont forget 'i' who is you
i'm sorry i missed the point
i, who does not exist, always misses the point

:)

9:01 am  

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Friday, December 09, 2005

I feel like this chunk of refrigerated butter on hot toast… spreading thin and fast… even the colours aren't visible anymore.

Ahoo Ahooh Ahooh Ahooh Ahooh Ahooh

Spitting in a wishing well… Blown to hell... crash… I'm the last splash… I know you, little libertine… I know you're a real koo koo… Hey now, hey now... Want you, Koo Koo, Cannonball… Want you, Koo Koo, Cannonball… In the shade… In the shade… In the shade… I know you, little libertine… I know you're a cannonball… I'll be you're whatever you want… The bong in this Reggae Song

Ahoo Ahooh Ahooh Ahooh Ahooh Ahooh

I’d rather burn out in one spectacular flame than fade off slowly, silently, not doing much.

Ahoo Ahooh Ahooh Ahooh Ahooh Ahooh

I hate it when I want something to happen and it doesn't happen. I could of course make it happen. But there are these times in life when you don't wanna make things work... you just want them to work.

Aah, no wonder it's weekend.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm all pepped up right now. Let's go out!

7:37 pm  
Blogger chaos said...

slow down... pamper yourself... make a visit to parlor... and drink n doze off... :)

1:31 pm  
Blogger J said...

Canonball?

4:29 pm  

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Monday, December 05, 2005

The party's over and the road is long

I know just what I wanna do with the rest of my life. Never been so sure. Never been so skeptical.

I’m ready… to vanish into my own sunset… watching the puffs of dust from my feet… staring at myself, growing smaller and smaller in the distance. Or maybe the distance is getting larger around my figure, I don’t know.

The fact remains that I am leaving, going away from this place, from myself, from a lot of things in life and nothing will ever be the same again.

Aaah, it’s been one helluva soul-searching Sunday Bloody Sunday. And at the end of it, I think Bono is awesomely HOT! So is J.D. and Fred Durst and the guy next door. I think I aint chalked out to be a lesbian.


Falling asleep at the wheel again baby
You're drifting over the line
Your hands are tight but you're losing grip quickly
Fix me, can you read the signs?

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

U2 INXS Limp Bizbit

you've got some good taste in music girl

5:41 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Think I can read the signs. Can I fix you up?

5:51 pm  
Blogger anantha said...

I think I aint chalked out to be a lesbian.

*exhales in relief....

Hey... How you doing? :)

10:37 pm  
Blogger arvindiyer said...

Grrr damn this is THAT time which i dreaded the most..the part where u are SURE bout urself...Nahiiiii.

9:55 am  
Blogger chaos said...

if the party is over... clean up!
or else u'll wake up in mess :|

1:50 pm  
Blogger Innocent Bullet said...

Hmmm...I kept thinking for few minutes how to respond to this piece. Then I gave up. Why intellectualize (forgive my phraseology) everything. I liked it. :-)

6:48 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

'I’m ready… to vanish into my own sunset… watching the puffs of dust from my feet… staring at myself, growing smaller and smaller in the distance. Or maybe the distance is getting larger around my figure, I don’t know.'

Wonderful imagery and idea.

4:35 pm  

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Friday, December 02, 2005

I hate the fact that it’s weekend already. I’ve got nothing to look forward to. And I'm not waiting for the next two days to get over fast either. I'm getting all funny again. Good God, I know I need to fix up an appointment for tomorrow.

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On a completely different note, I have a couple of songs playing back to back in my head, from morning.

Tied up in ancient history
I didnt believe in destiny
I look up you're standing next to me
What a feeling


What the fuck IS brighter than sunshine?


In my place, in my place
Were lines that I couldn't change
I was lost, oh yeah
I was lost, I was lost
Crossed lines I shouldn't have crossed
I was lost, oh yeah

Yeah, how long must you wait for him?

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I took another test. The site is darn cool. v. classy et al.
It says I'm urban chic!

Check it out at:
http://web.tickle.com/tests/yourthing/?test=yourthingogt

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And there’s a thought I can’t get out of my mind. What do I think about, in those last remaining minutes? Should I recap my life? Should I think of a way out? Of course there will be none. I know that part for sure… I took a test, which said I’m super psychic, especially futuristic. Maybe I should just close my eyes and enjoy the ride. I am completely free, for the first and last time in my life, and it is wonderful.

I think this last part sounds morbidly nice. Just the way I was happily crying last night.



*evil grin*

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Blogger arvindiyer said...

CD? when? where?

10:44 pm  
Blogger J said...

CD?
What CD?
Didja mean the Creative Director or the Compact Disc?

lol... pick it up anytime from my office.

11:45 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

No way out?

4:33 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

there U go again

10:16 am  

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Thursday, December 01, 2005

i think it wud be a gr8 idea to stay away from men for a while. maybe i should become a lesbian. yeah, that sounds like an awesome idea to me right now. Who do you think would be a better bet? Angelina Jolie or Salma Hayek?





Why does my heart feel so bad ?
Why does my soul feel so bad ?

These open doors

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Blogger Bloggard said...

Nonsense!!!

5:32 pm  
Blogger J said...

SHUDDUP!

5:33 pm  
Blogger Once the Conman said...

LOL... mad woman...

7:34 pm  
Blogger Clifford Duffy said...

Hello J _ I was just reading some of your postings and thought you might like to join us at Takingthebrim.blogspot.com

I really enjoyed your post
"I still don't why I am telling you this." And I like the feel of your postings and the poetic implicit in them.

ANyhow, come and visit and contact me if you like orpheecd@yahoo.com
I will send an invite.

Have a good day.

12:06 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

you are one crazy girl

you always have me dont you?

10:16 am  
Blogger silverine said...

Hey u hurting ?!?!

12:14 am  

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