Movied Life.

Got this off Spanish Goth.

So here are the rules:-

IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie. Though I know everyone will cheat.


Opening Credits:

Help I'm A Rock - Zappa (Would someone delete all the Zappa songs from my playlist? Pretty please? This is like the beginning of a sarcasm-parade!!)

Waking Up:

Baby Got Back - Sir Mix-a-lot (Okay I can see this movie becoming a porn)

First Day At School:

Gia Farrell - Hit Me Up (Tap-dancing."Cant you see me walking through the door?" Yep. This is going to be a porn. I can see it)

Making Your New Best Friend:

Fall Our Boy - Thanks for the Memories (so my new best friends are monkeys)

Falling In Love:

Cranberries - Zombie (I mean... Hello!! Whats in your Head?)

Breaking Up:

Juelz Santana - There it go (the Whistle song) (Cheez Whiz!!)

Prom:

Rock and roll Soniye - Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna (Very apt. I will dance to that.)

Graduation:

Avril Lavigne - Complicated (Cause you fall and you crawl?? NO! NO! NO!)

Life's Okay:

Bananarama - Venus (Yes, again this movie is going towards porn)

Death of a Close Friend:

REM - Everybody Hurts (Freaky. But true.)

Mental Breakdown:

Fat Boy Slim - Yamama (TOTALLY!! This Will be My Song if I ever have a breakdown)

Driving:

Elvis Presley - A little Less Conversation (Feat. JXL)

Flashback:

Sting - Brand New Day (WHOA FREAKY!!!)

Getting Back Together:

Jay-Z - 99 problems (but a bitch ain't none)

Wedding Scene:

Poets of the Fall - Carnival of Rust

Birth of Child:

Bally Sagoo - Gur Nalon Ishq Mitha (I can't believe I have that song)

Car Accident:

Gwen Stefanie - What you waiting for?

Final Battle

Will Smith - Getting Jiggy With It (Again, the final moral of the story will probably exude porn)

Death Scene:

Monty Python - I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts

Funeral Song:

Westlife - World of our Own (eki!!)

End Credits:

Queen - Its a kind of Magic (I think to make this flick soundtrack work it will take magic.)

For anyone who cared to see this... I think my life is brilliant.

Well....

I get by with a little help from my friends.

It seems hard but I know that I won't be getting this set of friends who roam around in my mind all the time. I will miss them like hell when I stop looking after them, but life is not about making regrets. Its all about making these little memories... which cling like a silver foil, etching and beautifying.

I suddenly know that I am all right now. I may be a lot of things. But these moments... these memories keep me on. People will leave, but they will leave me with the memory that I will have of them. And in this fleeting life of mine that does not even matter mostly I shall have this... and I don't want any more right now.

Inking

Is a slight pain at the base of my back.

Expanse of Spirit.

Or something that attracts the spirit and sends the soul off to far away, distant places, know, that it is I who am.

It is me who still remain here.

Dearest friend,

I have made mistakes, I have pretended. I am guilty of my sins. But ever since I pretended, and I made mistakes, I became dearer to you, so would you not love me because my mistakes and my pretenses made me come to you and look at you behind your mistakes, and your pretenses? Maybe you can forgive those random thoughts, those silly comments because you cannot bear to see my hidden face anymore?

Maybe I am merely putting myself up for folly. One laughs at the enigmatic speeches I make and pretend they do not know what I speak of. But I know here what I speak of. I speak of the faraway spirits which embalms you in the middle of the day with their vapid presence. I speak of the forgotten who was left inside the dank, dreary skin while you hid.

I speak of all the random places I have seen, talked to, and touched a little part of 'THAT' who speaks to you in your head.

And here I end, leaving on a note of nothing beautiful, nothing glorious.

Because I do not hope to turn...

Ah well, I turned.

Yes. This is one of those posts.

So where do I begin? Oh, ok. Enough with the tags and emo things. I like them a lot and they will keep coming back, but well, as a good friend of mine said (and I agreed) :

"I have a Dream. A Wet Dream."


So the Mother's pissed with me because *apparently* I've been the perfect example of the Disgraceful Daughter who *shock yourself please* comes home at 10 p.m. in the night, wearing *GASP... LOOKIT THAT* a shameless grin on her face and a random apology, and without so much a by-your-effing-leave opens the fridge, takes out a few rashers of bacon and calmly fries them at high heat.

PORK IN THE HOUSE!! PIG ALERT!!!

And this glutton lifts up her eyes, eyes her, casts her eyes down and chews some more of the greasy, crispy-chewy bacon that she'd painstakingly acquired from New Market.


In other news, a friend of mine OD'd on Grass. Now that this topic has come up, let me tell you, its (as far as I have observed) impossible to OD on Grass. On further inspection it was revealed that the Grass was accompanied with a few drinks of vodka+rum+fine irish whiskey+ chocolate-chip Icecream and Cocaine.

Even without the final ingredient, the recipe is enough to give a girl a cholesterol attack.

Someone described me as warm and fuzzy. So now I am a myopic thermal blanket. Ah well, if its too cold I can always wrap myself around me.

Am I making any sense in this post?

Did'nt think so too.

But its okay. Pierce Brosnan's on TV. No I will not ask him to get down. He is right now effing the daylights out of Rene Russo. (You got it... its the Thomas Crown Affair. And its UNCENSORED because its on Cable).

Let me just sigh for a few moment and think about a certain butt while you shake your head and curse yourself for reading crap.

I'm Good.

No Not in the sense of Goodness or so. Its just that, I've been posting sort of exceptionally emo stuff on my blog and though people identify with it, I realize that this is only the sick-rose me who's like counting another year without a valentine or anything related to love and allthat.

Yes, er... frustration I guess. Its a bit like gas. Its sort of uncomfortable around your chest, but once you've belched it out, it gets better, though your stomach hurts a bit afterwards.

Umm. Bad image.

Change topic.

A big heart. I heart one big heart shaped chocolate that I saw today when I was out with Sandy. Ooh. Big chocolate.

Yes I am fishing for chocs.

Ah, and I am leaving for a Vacation. Because I need some time to recover from all that has been going on till now.

Oh dear Lord... YES!!! I am. Finally.

And with someone I love.

YesYESyesYesYES!!!!

Oh yes.

Its going to be cold there. And there shall be booze.

Peep's boycotting V-day.

I would not do that if I were her. I would not. Its just not fair to not give the old saint a chance. I shall so do something crazy this year. And I would not mind doing that, too.

People have random crushes on other people all around me. Ah! Love is in the air.

Or in people's heart at least.

I wrote this poem a year ago. It was pretty er... but I guess I have the time to waste and because its my blog, I can do anything... and if someone does not like the way I write he/she can just click the mouse on the x and be off.

I'll wipe the pages clean

And start afresh.

No more of mismatched lines

Where the rhythm shall miss

The flow.


Therefore I'll be a bubbling brook

Flowing where life should go...

And this pen and paper

Are too narrow to stop me.

I shall go beyond the words

And my meaning will show

Through something more than

The mere words that trap me.