Hey! Quit stealing woman! Intellectual property theft is a serious crime…well, would be a crime if I had any intellectual property…Lmao! so go ahead. Steal away. Now, my interpretation-commentary to Rani ji's self-revelatory five:
I get irritated very easily: Yes!
I'm moody: Please See Above.
If I'm comfortable with you , I'll talk a lot: See that with Tayba ji and Ninja ji, beginning to see that occasionally with the SIR.
If you tell me to shut up about something, I will: Oh? Well, no comment (In the interest of self-preservation).
I'm lazy: I would have to agree (from a safe erm higher distance). I've been begging for an invite forever and haven't seen one as of now. Tsk. Tsk.
Tayba ji, I need your super-saving. Hurry!
'You stupid idiotic retard'
Yay! I've made the cut. I got myself a Rani ji special endearment much like Tayba ji and Ninja ji. Sheesh! I need to dress to the nines and go celebrate. Oh, Rani ji, thank you for the insult. It feels good. Lmao!
I agree with a few reservations. The heart cannot help with whom it falls in love. But, once we get past the Eureka! look and the usual stuff, I believe, if we want to, we have the ability to choose whether we want to continue or stop.
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart
And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart
Lol, what are you doing up so late then, Superwoman Tayba ji (Supertayba woman ji; Womantayba super ji, Taybaji woman super; Jisuper Tayba woman; Womanji super Tayba')?
Yes, we do. We really do. This is what I have learnt about love, the latest: Some things we are meant to like a little and use a lot; some things we were meant to like a lot and use sparingly; some people are meant to be loved a little for a little while; some people are meant to be loved a lot for a little while; but a rare few are meant to be loved a lot for a long time.
Hello barefoot!
Yes, Tayba ji, it is a song, 'You'll Be Safe Here.' Its by a Filipino band called Rivermaya (Rico Blanco, Lead Singer), performed live during the MTV Asia 2006 Awards. You could watch the song here: http://youtube.com/watch?v=G9lAgwGElq4
Enjoy!
Nobody knows
Just why we're here
Could it be fate
Or random circumstance
At the right place
At the right time
Two roads intertwine
And if the universe conspired
To meld our lives
To make us
Fuel and fire
Then know
Where ever you will be
So too shall I be
Chorus:
Close your eyes
Dry your tears
'Coz when nothing seems clear
You'll be safe here
From the sheer weight
Of your doubts and fears
Weary heart
You'll be safe here
Remember how we laughed
Until we cried
At the most stupid things
Like we were so high
But love was all that we were on
We belong
And though the world would
Never understand
This unlikely union
And why it still stands
Someday we will be set free.
Pray and believe
Chorus:
When the light disappears
And when this world's insincere
You'll be safe here
When nobody hears you scream
I'll scream with you
You'll be safe here
Save your eyes
From your tears
When everything's unclear
You'll be safe here
From the sheer weight
Of your doubts and fears
Wounded heart
When the light disappears
And when this world's insincere
You'll be safe here
When nobody hears you scream
I'll scream with you
You'll be safe here
In my arms
Through the long cold night
Sleep tight
You'll be safe here
When no one understands
I'll believe
You'll be safe,
You'll be safe
You'll be safe here
Put your heart in my hands
You'll be safe here
Uh huh! We have a choice. However, people seem to be reluctant to choose wisely when it comes to love. They seem content to fall head over heels and then say life has become such a headache. I feel I have to do what Calvin wanted to do: Put up a small table with a sign that says 'Swift Kick Up Your A$$' Alas! if only that were to do the trick.
Boyfriend
Person above me, I think this applies to person above you:
''You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeey
Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen.'
Lmao!
Oh I knew. I smell trouble fast and few people cause as much trouble as she does…good kind of trouble, but nonetheless, trouble. Oh she is such a brat. Gives me such a hard time. But, I'm glad she is back.
Signs of your Didi! Kavita ji, look to the winged horse!
Math Ninja!
Go-carts!
Flying kites or Catching fire-flies?
I was supposed to ride to the mountains, but heavy rains and possible landslides have kept me home and left me grumpy I'm afraid. So, I plan on watching three movies: Kuch Kuch Hota Hai; Kal Ho Naa Ho and Kabhi Alivida Na Kehna. I have friends from erm Europe for the week and they too have been rained in Lmao! Imagine a cramped apartment with sleeping bags, back packs, hiking gear and dirt-bikes and fifteen pairs of shoes. Thank God most of them are neat and shower frequently, except for this huge blond haired bum staring over my shoulder hitting me on the head…I swear I can count all the showers he has taken this month on one hand. Lol, he just cuffed me on the ear and left. Nordic people have a powerful aversion to water in the house but throw them on the beach and they turn to fish.
Three of the people here are exceptional cooks, one I believe had a brief stint at some culinary arts school. I am sure he got kicked out because he probably ate everything he cooked and everyone else cooked before the teacher got to grade it. Uh oh, I have to post this. Nordic savage coming with a chicken leg in his hand. Sheesh! I guess my table is for laptops and plates for decorative purposes. I am so going to regret inviting them over…
Same question please.
Well, from the looks of it, Boo seems to have taken over the Vice-president's chair. I proclaim myself the Court Pester. I like that role. Lmao!
Lmao! You are not the president of the club, now, are you?
Not just a touch Tayba ji…I'm a full-blown romantic.
Hug? What am I? A octagenarian uncle in an old people's home? I don't need a hug dang it. I need…I need…hmm here are some quick hints: Park…Stars…