Wokay. I got tagged. No thanks Arvind. I'm on holiday, I dont need this kind of brain taxing shit. Anyway, to get down to the dirty stuff...
Here goes. In no particular order.
There might be a one subconsciously though.
*Facebook
Its not even a pastime anymore. Its an addiction, a compulsion, a .. you get my drift.
Its aliive. Because it keeps on adding new feature that just pull me in deeper. For example the option to block application invites. Beautiful. Heroinlike.
*Goats
One of my favourite webcomics. Beer, conspiracy theories, theoretical physics, satanic chicken and New York, what else do you need.
*Stumble Upon
Its just too good. Has kept me occupied for months on end.
*Wikipedia
Information enough to fill a couple of thousand libraries. And another major pastime.
*Questionable Content
Another one of my favourite comics. As indie as indie can get. I think. Because I dont know shit about indie culture.
*Tool Shed
A fanpage for one of my favourite bands.
*Textfiles
A depository of information from a forgotten age of communication technology. Its got ASCII porn. And anarchist cookbooks.
*Slashdot
News for nerds. Stuff that matters
*Erowid
To get to that place. Drug encyclopaedia
*BIT Mesra
My beloved college. Im checing this site out 24X7 only because i really need to know my results. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH too much pressure
I tag Sahej, Rushi, Aiman and Hathi.
And if they don't comply, i'll tell Arvind.
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Now playing: Radiohead - Planet Telex
Now Reading: Rant by Chuck Palahniuk, for the second time. And various webcomics.
Now Feeling: Clean. In more than one sense. And lonely, because theres no one to fight. The lil fuckers gone to manali. Hence I'm also jealous. And I really need a ciggarette.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Sloth, Despair and a little fruit youghurt. Kill me now.
One week of holidays. Bah what bullshit. Im sitting at home, clinging to my laptop as if its an IV, whatever disco shit passes for rock nowadays spewing from the telly, I want to kill myself. No seriously, I do. I hate the state I'm in. I might be getting a job. Imagine that. An end to the perfect Lebowskian or rather Dudeist little microcosm i was living in. I enjoy sitting on my ass the whole day, but I become restless. Then I don't have anything worthwhile to do. Endless fucking loop. Why does the singer of The Strokes look so fucking sleepy. I love that song Piece of My Heart, Janis captured heart rending in that intro, captured it, framed it and put it up on the wall. My brain cells are lemmings. Oh my whatever or whoever the fuck I believe in, Jay-Z and Linkin Park are on. If I didn't like my TV, I'd blow it up right now. People cheering to that stuff. I used to listen to that stuff. Bullet. Head. Mine. Dishkyaoon.
I am. Thats the saddest thing that ever happened. Once I became aware of my existence, sentience wasnt far away, i learned to envy, because I found other people. I cant be happy because there are so many people who the things I want. Being happy with who you are is an art long forgotten by people who aren't happy. Fucking loops. Surreal pig in that VH1 add. Intellectual porn. I'm outta my head. Seriously, my mind is somewhere near my liver right now, bile you see. Hopefully something good is on now. RHCP, lets see what they present me with. SO far so good, nice melodic, Anthony is a little too high, Johns doing his work with the lalalas and slide sustains.Nice brohood kind of song. Anthony your going toooo high. Whats the name of this song. Go John, solo it up, anthony shut the fuck up, flea got a nice love tattoo. I want one, but not love, but something meaningful to me. Right now loves a fucked up thing in my book. Nanananananaaaaaaaanananananananaaana. Naaaaaaa na, Naaaaa na. Desecration smile, thats what the song is called. Evanescence is on now. I'm temporarily deaf for a while.
Why, don't I like the music I used to, why do I search for different stuff to listen to. What clique am I part of. I dunno. Why are cliques needed anyway. Writing supposed to improve the writer's language skills. Hahahahahahaha. Fucking hahahahahahahah. This laptop is irritating me now. About time I stop this spontaneous narrative. I'm getting bored. AAaaaaarg. I said it, I just had to. Why don't I have a bar stockpiled with beer and whiskey. Scotch to be precise. Beers should be preferably Corona or Kalyani Black Label Strong. Plain White T's, cant believe I liked a song they made, and now they are playing some sort of degenerate, devolved teeny punk. Beep, beep beep beep, homing missile activated. Kaboom. It'll be the end of wherever these little wankers are. Arrgh, why am I so hateful. Don't know, but its fun. I hate, what do I hate??? I know I like Jack Johnson's music. I wish I had talent. I wish I knew what to do, or had some sort of Idea what I'm good at so I'd have some vague idea about what I'm to do with this biological timespan know as life.
Everyone should have a gun, it should be mandatory. Just one bullet, to take their own life, or somebody else's, when they're int that little cesspool of despair, or the hot lava pool of anger. t'll be fun. The fuckin place wouldn't be so quiet then. Aaargh, bang, another one bites the dust. Population problem solved to some extent. People would be employed in arms factories. Is simple plan even rock. What is rock?? Is there a definition. Or is it just not what rock isn't. Oh somebody please clarify. The next person I meet who likes simple plan will get slapped or choked or nipple crippled, whatever.
Person : Hey Wali!
Wali : Hey! Do you like Simple Plan?
Person : Yeah, I think theyre cool and theyre lyrics are really meaningful.
Wali : Die!!!!!!
Person : Aaaaaaaaaaaarghhhhhhh or Eeeeeeeeeeeek or Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwch (all in pain)
Man theres something seriously misanthropic with me today. Me likey.
I hate the way things seem to turn out. I have an inferiority complex. Because of someone younger than me and very close to me.
Finally something good is playing. But what the hell is it? Sounds very NWOBHM to me. Slight psychedelia observed. And I still don't know who that was. My life will forever be incomplete.
Why should lying give you a long nose? A short penis would be much more effective.
IM really sad. I need a hug. But there ain't anybody ever there to oblige.
Warning the above line was a call for love and attention. Gimme a hug. Heheheheh.
I might be mentally ill.
I think I should stop. Seriously, this could be bad for me.
And theres nothing good to watch on the telly. I'm so fucked.
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Now Listening : A mad fiddler.
Now Reading : Questionable content, by J. Jacques, kickass indie comic.
Now Feeling : Bored, depressed, happy, confused, hungry, fat, suicidal, not in the mood for musicals. At different times, in moderate doses.
I am. Thats the saddest thing that ever happened. Once I became aware of my existence, sentience wasnt far away, i learned to envy, because I found other people. I cant be happy because there are so many people who the things I want. Being happy with who you are is an art long forgotten by people who aren't happy. Fucking loops. Surreal pig in that VH1 add. Intellectual porn. I'm outta my head. Seriously, my mind is somewhere near my liver right now, bile you see. Hopefully something good is on now. RHCP, lets see what they present me with. SO far so good, nice melodic, Anthony is a little too high, Johns doing his work with the lalalas and slide sustains.Nice brohood kind of song. Anthony your going toooo high. Whats the name of this song. Go John, solo it up, anthony shut the fuck up, flea got a nice love tattoo. I want one, but not love, but something meaningful to me. Right now loves a fucked up thing in my book. Nanananananaaaaaaaanananananananaaana. Naaaaaaa na, Naaaaa na. Desecration smile, thats what the song is called. Evanescence is on now. I'm temporarily deaf for a while.
Why, don't I like the music I used to, why do I search for different stuff to listen to. What clique am I part of. I dunno. Why are cliques needed anyway. Writing supposed to improve the writer's language skills. Hahahahahahaha. Fucking hahahahahahahah. This laptop is irritating me now. About time I stop this spontaneous narrative. I'm getting bored. AAaaaaarg. I said it, I just had to. Why don't I have a bar stockpiled with beer and whiskey. Scotch to be precise. Beers should be preferably Corona or Kalyani Black Label Strong. Plain White T's, cant believe I liked a song they made, and now they are playing some sort of degenerate, devolved teeny punk. Beep, beep beep beep, homing missile activated. Kaboom. It'll be the end of wherever these little wankers are. Arrgh, why am I so hateful. Don't know, but its fun. I hate, what do I hate??? I know I like Jack Johnson's music. I wish I had talent. I wish I knew what to do, or had some sort of Idea what I'm good at so I'd have some vague idea about what I'm to do with this biological timespan know as life.
Everyone should have a gun, it should be mandatory. Just one bullet, to take their own life, or somebody else's, when they're int that little cesspool of despair, or the hot lava pool of anger. t'll be fun. The fuckin place wouldn't be so quiet then. Aaargh, bang, another one bites the dust. Population problem solved to some extent. People would be employed in arms factories. Is simple plan even rock. What is rock?? Is there a definition. Or is it just not what rock isn't. Oh somebody please clarify. The next person I meet who likes simple plan will get slapped or choked or nipple crippled, whatever.
Person : Hey Wali!
Wali : Hey! Do you like Simple Plan?
Person : Yeah, I think theyre cool and theyre lyrics are really meaningful.
Wali : Die!!!!!!
Person : Aaaaaaaaaaaarghhhhhhh or Eeeeeeeeeeeek or Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwch (all in pain)
Man theres something seriously misanthropic with me today. Me likey.
I hate the way things seem to turn out. I have an inferiority complex. Because of someone younger than me and very close to me.
Finally something good is playing. But what the hell is it? Sounds very NWOBHM to me. Slight psychedelia observed. And I still don't know who that was. My life will forever be incomplete.
Why should lying give you a long nose? A short penis would be much more effective.
IM really sad. I need a hug. But there ain't anybody ever there to oblige.
Warning the above line was a call for love and attention. Gimme a hug. Heheheheh.
I might be mentally ill.
I think I should stop. Seriously, this could be bad for me.
And theres nothing good to watch on the telly. I'm so fucked.
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Now Listening : A mad fiddler.
Now Reading : Questionable content, by J. Jacques, kickass indie comic.
Now Feeling : Bored, depressed, happy, confused, hungry, fat, suicidal, not in the mood for musicals. At different times, in moderate doses.
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