Sunday, August 26, 2007

Photographs

*Beautiful Lie*
Hmm…tell me a lie
Make it beautiful in case you try
There’s enough already to make me cry
So in case you cared
I’ve made a few mistakes
But there were moments
So delicious, like a wedding cake
They were all and now they're gone
Lived beside in an ephemeral plane
So tell me a lie
But make it beautiful in case you try

Mardy Bum

Rhetorical questioning of the blogging kind.

- Why is it that female bloggers are more interesting than the alternative.

- Why are the best drugs illegal. On that, why are the best things illegal. Is that what makes them best -- ah too much for a hangoverish saturday morning to consider.
*ties knot for later reckoning*

- Why is it that when I choose shuffle on my iTunes it always chooses the boring lot of songs.

- Why on earth do I have a “boring lot” of songs.

- Why the fuck can’t money buy love.

- Why have I been choosing song titles as my blog titles all along.

- Why are almost all my friends happy in their jobs but not in their social sides.

- Why do nice guys finish last.

- Where have all the nice girls gone.

- But seriously what’s up with this iTunes shuffle. Its pissing me now. *throws knot at lappie, insitgates iTunes shuffle further*

Friday, August 24, 2007

Crazy

This guy has had a crazy week reader. Ups and Downs, sideways, pushback...the whole chit bang paraphernalia. And I'm not sure if I liked it all. Sigh.
Actually, I think there's a pattern here. Its not that the worlds conspiring or God hates me...nah, its not the usual reasons.
The thing is, I think I feel like typing and writing these blog thingies only when I'm not feeling the "happy". I wonder why. Maybe I have subconsciously built in the concept that the best writers are the depressed writers. Sigh again.

So let me tell you about my week so that you can read it all in 5 minutes and vicariously derive pleasure from someone else's mishaps. Think of it like the Gladiator days of yore. The crowd shouting and pleasing and enjoying the suffering below and then going to their pretty lives afterwards! Ah sigh with me.

The week started with my boss developing this crazed illusion that keeping me in the office till late at night, would be the perfect solution to understanding and taming the recently raped financial markets. The markets still remain raped and my boss still is rock solid in his delusions. I get fucked in the process. But isn't that how these things roll anyway. Freak.

And then on the luove front, I had been developing this relationship with this girl for some time on the new american dream, i.e. Facebook. It was going perfect and I was totally like Brad Pitt personified in my messages...you know, saying the right thing at the right time kinda. Well, so it transpired that we decided to meet up this week. So meet we did and I blew it to tiny tiny shiny shiny pieces. It was insane I tell you. I totally transformed into this random loser fuck and there was even this out of body experience where I saw myself digging this beautiful stinky mess, but it was so deep that even though my out of body gave a helping hand, my sinking-in-the-mess body was in so deep that it was all futile ( I have now developed a hatred towards the word futile, for some reason or the other)
Ah well. At least we both got decently tipsy. But that was it. Took taxi to respective homes and now my messaging brad pitt like personality is heartbroken. And you know what..... I actually liked this girl. Ah the possibilities that have been eliminated. Sigh Sigh Sigh.

So then, enjoy the suffering..take it in, feel happy...relatively that is. While my super messaging personality fights it out with my loser fuck personality - and this time I am not for the underdog.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

What if God was one of us

*Deleted Post*

That was just insane.
Singing without a reason - just had to be taken off the air
:)

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

You Know I'm No Good

......so dehydrated, been drinking water like a well. There’s a river of alcohol that runs right through vegas (which by the way is all freakin free)...and pretty people with innocent lives waging bets with wages they can’t ..... ah hell..I'm going to fuck the melodramatics - it was an absolute blast.

The ephemeral nature of the “be bad here” nature is so charming, its addictive. Its all over and touches everyone. You can do absolutely anything, be anyone and Vegas promises to keep your secret! - now which city can legally get away by claiming a trademark logo as “whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” - the cheek! I’m in absolute awe of the nerve it shows.

Of course thats just a concept and of course I didn’t have close to 1% of the “fear and loathing...” experience...but still, it was an absolute blast. One of my craziest ( and I do crazy!). I dipped in the river and I waged with the innocents.

I thought I’d elaborate - but then what would be the point of the logo.

PS
most of its a haze but I can't get this memory of listening to Amy Winehouse's " You know I'm no good" while stuttering along the strip - very surreal it was.

Friday, August 10, 2007

Teenage Wasteland

So then, what is it about vegas? Pray tell...

Sin city, jugular of the american dream....ruthless, homeless....beautiful, extravagant....cobweb afternoons, debaucherous nights, secretive vegas......

Of course I would be none the wiser after I emerge from the drug induced alcoholic binge that I shall be jumping into...for it has to be done! In fact it has already been set in motion and I have been told its an unstoppable thing...

and then of course there’s the money...ah but alice and the white rabbit in the corner tell me that they don’t care for money....it don’t buy them love...or was that Elvis..this is all too much for a friday morning....and then I see the fucker...the mad hatter...no! he sees me...fuck...

Sunday, August 5, 2007

White Rabbit

It appears that the roller coaster is real. And seems like realisation hits only in the lows. Is that why most artist are presumed to be depressed during the best applications of their mind? So why does that not apply to scientists then?

Just finished Warren Ellis’ new book. Think its much over hyped. Basically sucks, though its got its fair share of good paragraphs. A few good paragraphs is what I look for in most books anyway. Did I mention that I used to be an avid book reader, but am now reduced to scarce one night stands.

Am re-reading “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas” for my soon to come Vegas weekend - its the most hilarious book ever- the kind that makes you loose all sense of reality and uncontrollably laugh out loud, only to realise that you’re inside a crowded subway and the journey going forward will never be the same.
If I get to have even close to 1% of those experiences I shall die a happy man. That is the bent of my prayers these days anyway. Wish me luck world, crazy luck.

Thursday, August 2, 2007

Like A Stone

You know what. He’s not all that bad!

I was so dreading going for the concert. I mean, I didn’t really like his new album and based on that, I thought that he would be, well, mellow.

But Ladies and freakin Gentlemen, Chris Cornell is anything if. Anything. if.
He’s got that irritatingly confident good vibe about him too. I suppose when he made a deal with the devil for his fuckin voice he also threw in charm and looks. Smart lad that. Mick J buddy...lesson learnt huh!

It was a bloody good show at that too (Although the guitarist could have done with a wee bit more practice). And I lived a lifetime in that show. Almost every song seemed to pick up a stage in my life and Cornell sang it out aloud to the crowd. Fucker!

Oh and he also got his little son out in the middle too for a while - suppose he is mellowing!

So here you go....
“And on my deathbed I will pray
To the gods and the angels
Like a pagan to anyone
Who will take me to heaven”