I understand how scissors can beat paper, and I get how rock can beat scissors, but there’s no fucking way paper can beat rock. Is paper supposed to magically wrap around rock and leave it immobile? Why the hell can’t paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can’t paper do this with people? Why aren’t sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they take notes in class? I’ll tell you why, because paper can’t beat anybody. When I play rock paper scissors, I always choose rock. Then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper I can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say, oh shit, I’m sorry, I thought paper would protect you, you asshole! - Anonymous.

Saturday, July 31, 2010

The First 'last' Dance.

We're all searching for something we can't find.


When the world turns upside down, sometimes, someone somewhere, finds 'something'...

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Imagine You

Imagine a purple sky and some blue leaves
Imagine the innocent smile on the mischievous hazel eyes

Imagine pink balloons on the white snow caped mountains
Imagine blue lights on all trees

Imagine pure happiness and no chaos
Imagine Kurt Cobain being back

Imagine mysteries and magic
Imagine going back in time

Imagine fairytale and Hogwarts
Imagine that silly vampire

There is so much to imagine, even more to believe, then why are we stuck in the cob-web of life, unable to leave the safety and go away to experience the Imagination of the world...
Sometimes, all we need is some good faith to move on ...

Friday, July 23, 2010

Remember when we played Hopscotch!

The jump from 6 to 9 was always the toughest, somehow always managed it. Played till the end.

Never said 'No' to another round.

Ready to challenge even the 'Greatest' of players. [the old kids!]

However, after the bruised knees and elbows, sometimes torn jeans, hand-in-hand with our enemies for game otherwise best of friends... we used to walk back home feeling euphoric and clutching tightly that "Winning Stone".

That was when we were 10. Now 7-8-9 years down the line, remember when we got drunk!

The mixing of vodka with whiskey is the toughest, somehow we always manage.

Never say 'No' to another round of shots.

Ready to challenge even the 'Greatest' of drinkers. [the boys!]

However, after the tumbling over chairs, falling on the floor, banging into the door, shoulder-to-shoulder with our forever-friends, holding some tonic and rejoicing the moment (sometimes not remembering them tomorrow)... we never dare walk back home.