Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Coffee anyone
I know you will be surprised and even scared to hear this. The coffee vending machine in the pantry is haunted. It makes strange noises when someone tries to disturb its slumber by pressing a button. The noises can vary from howling of a wolf to the whirling of a turbine. Depends on its mood, basically. It is obvious that it does not want disturbance, but no one seems to mind, except the security guard who was on duty on that fateful night when he saw the coffee machine walking down the floor at 2 am. The guard was admitted and had to be dripped half a gallon of coffee.
Friday, September 01, 2006
Don't think. Just speak out....
Said Meera, when she tagged me.....
I am thinking about...
Err... Lemme think!!!
I said...
U heard it
I want to...
Shoot 'em in the face!
I wish...
..for a pot of gold.
I hear…
..the sound my hair makes when it grows
I wonder...
.. What makes her frigging hot
I regret...
.. being allergic to hot bodies
I am...
.. perfect
I dance...
.. when I wait in front of the occupied bathroom
I sing...
.. so well that not even I can stand listening to it. But u have to do some things in your life for your friends.. Sigh!!!
I cry...
.. Nah.. Not for moi...
I am not always...
... a sick psychopath, all blown up in my head
I make with my hands...
... Namaste, with the hands pressed together, palms touching, in front of the chest... Hehe.. U beleived it?
I write...
... this letter to you with tears rolling down my eyes.. Sniff Sob.. Poda vennai..
I confuse...
... others (Hah. That was easy)
I need...
... sleep
I tag my bro....
I am thinking about...
Err... Lemme think!!!
I said...
U heard it
I want to...
Shoot 'em in the face!
I wish...
..for a pot of gold.
I hear…
..the sound my hair makes when it grows
I wonder...
.. What makes her frigging hot
I regret...
.. being allergic to hot bodies
I am...
.. perfect
I dance...
.. when I wait in front of the occupied bathroom
I sing...
.. so well that not even I can stand listening to it. But u have to do some things in your life for your friends.. Sigh!!!
I cry...
.. Nah.. Not for moi...
I am not always...
... a sick psychopath, all blown up in my head
I make with my hands...
... Namaste, with the hands pressed together, palms touching, in front of the chest... Hehe.. U beleived it?
I write...
... this letter to you with tears rolling down my eyes.. Sniff Sob.. Poda vennai..
I confuse...
... others (Hah. That was easy)
I need...
... sleep
I tag my bro....
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