Where have all my blog friends gone?

Back in the days I was blogging (and used to be D Best .. hehe.. ) there used to be a lot of blogs I used to read as well.. not one of them were in the general category.. no wait there were some in the general category as well.. I kept it 'cos I loved to hate it..

Anyway, it just so happens that if you happen to write personal weblogs, blogs, bullshit, you don't keep at it for long.. and I think the reason is that (ironically) its personal (by defn). If its personal then you don't want anyone to know.. if you want people to know its not personal. That should explain why I have a gazillion of those personal blogs in my subscriptions and none of them get updated. No one wants to share personal lives with anyone.. not for long.

They will come back once in a while to see how things are online.. they will see, in some cases, they will try to start again, but it will fail and they will return to their shell.

They are treasures. They will not be shared.

Days are numbers... (APP)

The traveller is always leaving town
He never has the time to turn around
And if the road he's taken isn't leading anywhere
He seems to be completely unaware

The traveller is always leaving home
The only kind of life he's ever known
When every moment seems to be
A race against the time
There's always one more mountain left to climb

Days are numbers
Watch the stars
We can only see so far
Someday, you'll know where you are
Remember
Days are numbers
Count the stars
We can only go so far
One day, you'll know where you are

The traveller awaits the morning tide
He doesn't know what's on the other side
But something deep inside of him
Keeps telling him to go
He hasn't found a reason to say no

The traveller is only passing through
He cannot understand your point of view
Abandoning reality, unsure of what he'll find
The traveller in me is close behind

Days are numbers
Watch the stars
We can only see so far
Someday, you'll know where you are
Remember
Days are numbers
Count the stars
We can only go so far
One day, you'll know where you are

The Story of a Soldier - The Good, The Bad & The Ugly

Bugles are calling from prairie to shore,
"Sign up" and "Fall In" and march off to war.
Blue grass and cotton, burnt and forgotten
All hope seems gone so soldier march on to die.

Bugles are calling from prairie to shore,
"Sign up" and "Fall In" and march off to war.
There in the distance a flag I can see,
Scorched and in ribbons but whose can it be,
How ends the story, whose is the glory
Ask if we dare, our comrades out there who sleep.

Hear, all ye who wanna hear..

... that, I .. the most ********** of them all, will in the United States of Umbellyica, will.. 

enjoy life to the fullest

let my .. uhh.. beer do the talking

stock my fridge with booze

be like Judah Frieldlander aka Frank (of 30 rock) of the married men

live like there's no tomm

let someone else control me and won't give a rat's.. eh.. cat's.. eh.. toots!

come out and be the one you never saw!!!

In the next 1 year dude.. the next one year.. is going to see a different man!

I will not let myself be ruled over by ***********.. it will not be!!

You will see....  (Mad-onna!)

Raindrops on roses...

Whisky in soda and Vodka in Cola
Brandy and liquer and lime in Tequila
Gin into water and in your small way
Are to be taken for health everyday

One at 10 o clock and one just before lunch
One after coffee and one before time crunch
One for your hunger and one for world peace
Makes you feel better and so much at ease

When you feel drowsy and so much more sleepy
The world seems so empty and work's also crappy
One shot of whisky would make it feel nice
To become wise just add some brandy and ice

When the boss talks
When the screen blurs
When you start to dream
You simply just take out your cuppa and drinks
And then you don't feel so bad

[Repeat all verses]

Another Weekend.. and..

See the stars come joining down from the sky
Gently passing they kiss your tears when you cry
See the wind the summer blow your hair upon your head
See the rain, the falling rain, it's great
Still i'm sad

All my sounds my tears just fall into days
They are driving the night will find they are lost
Now i found the wind is blowing time into my heart
When the wind blows hard we are apart
Still i'm sad

Still i'm sad
Oh heart, i'm sad
Still i'm sad
Oh heart, i'm sad

i only write when I am drunk

these days.. thats is.. htat is, I woonly write when I am drunk..

so a couple of beers on an empty stomach can get your drunk.. what can you drunk even more is that you drink on an empty stomach.. a couple of beers on an empty stomach.. and then you feel like drinking vodka, even if tears your stomach apart.. and basically..... acidically you know you are drunk when you feel that voka tasting sweet without the chips or whatever you have to get the taste down.. or to puyt it mildly, when that diet coke starts taksting sweet..

thats all I gotta say.. one other guy who doesn't drink has calles and I have to go attend to him.. I gotta go pee..

T ya!