CHORUS:
Bawitdaba-da-bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy-said-the-boogie-said-
up-jump-the-boogie.
Bawitaba-da-bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy-said-the-boogie-said-
up-jump-the-boogie.(5X)

Now HOW ON EARTH do you even WRITE lyrics like that?

*ARGH* (frustrated)

The entire song:

Chorus fades in] Bawitdaba-da-bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy-said-the
boogie-said-up-jump-the-boogie.
Bawitaba-da-bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy-said-the
boogie-said-up-jump-the-boogie.(5X)
My name is Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiidddddddddd.
Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiidddddddddddddddddddd Roooooooock!!
Bawitdaba-da-bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy-said-the boogie-said-up-jump-the-boogie.
(4x)
And this is for the questions that don't have any answers
The midnight glancers and the topless dancers
The gander freaks, cars packed with speakers
The G's with the forties and the chicks with beepers
The Northern Lights and the Southern Comfort
And it don't even matter if the veins are punctured
All the crackheads, the critics, the cynics
And my heros in the Methodone Clinic
All you bastards in the IRS
For the crooked cops and the cluttered desks
For the shots of jack and the caps of meth
Half pints of love and the fifths of stress
For the hookers all trickin out in Hollywood
And for my hoods of the world misunderstood
I said it's all good and it's all in fun
So get in the pit and try to love someone

Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(4x)

For the timebombs ticking and the heads they hang
All the gangs getting money and the heads that bang bang
Wild mustangs, the porno flicks
All my homies in the county in cell block six
The grits when there ain't enough eggs to cook
And for DB Cooper and money he took
You can look for answers but that ain't fun
Now get in the pit and try to love someone

Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(4x)

For the love, and for the hate
And for the peace
Waaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrr!!

Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(4x)[Fades out]

Why is it, the day you decide, that instead of keeping things inside your head. For once, your going to start asking people - for something you want, for something you need, for something you cant live without - everyone stops listening.

I could always get my way before... without having to ask.

You could have a change of heart, if you would only change your mind
Instead of slamming down the phone girl, for the hundredth time
I got your number on my wall, but I ain't gonna make that call
When divided we stand baby, united we fall

Got the time got a chance gonna make it
Got my hands on your heart gonna take it
All I know I can't fight this flame
You could have a change of heart, if you would only change your mind
Cause I'm crazy 'bout you baby, time after time

Without you
One night alone Is like a year without you baby
Do you have a heart of stone
Without you
Can't stop the hurt inside
When love and hate collide

I don't wanna fight no more, I don't know what we're fighting for
When we treat each other baby, like an act of war
I could tell a million lies and it would come as no surprise
When the truth is like a stranger, hits you right between the eyes

There's a time and a place and a reason
And I know I got a love to believe in
All I know got to win this time

You could have a change of heart, if you would only change your mind
Cause I'm crazy 'bout you baby...Crazy...Crazy

Without you
One night alone
Is like a year without you baby
Do you have a heart of stone
Without you
One night alone
Is like a year without you baby
If you have a heart at all
Without you
Can't stop the hurt inside

When love and hate collide

"When Love And Hate Collide" - Def Leppard

Thought(s) of the day:

Gotta stop trying so hard.

Gotta stop chasing.

Mornings are cold.

Mornings leave you sleepy and hung over.

If theres going to be prohibition, mornings shouldnt be allowed either - they cause the same effects anyways.

hmm.

Beenies worn for long periods of time make your head hurt (in this case... the crease comes down on the ear.. so makes the ear hurt).
BUT
Once youve worn them for a considerable period of time, your hairs standing on end so bad, that you cant take it off - even if it does hurt.

Lums Sucks.

Note to Self:
Life is getting boring again - FIX IT.

Read minas blog, and now have hallelujah stuck in my head (it was american pie before that) not the original version, but this really pretty smooth version sung by this pakistani chick whose got this really dreamy voice to her.

hmm... i wonder if its healthy to talkto yourself, its either healthy, or slightly insane. I may not speak to myself outloud, but theres a constant conversation going on in my head.

hmm...

Note to Self:
Make the voices go quiet for a little bit ever day.

Question:
What color is it when you close your eyes?

*yawnn*

okay... goodbye now.

(Note to someone who knows who she is: again... it started off like something important was gonna come out... but it never came)

With regards to individual commentor on my last post ;) this is for everyone and him


hmm... it isnt relative happiness.
its absolute happiness.
The difference being only - our personal definitions of what allows us to be happy.

We dont need to fall in love to be happy.
We dont need to do exactly what it is we wanted to do to be happy.
We dont need to be with the perfect person, live the perfect life.

Happiness isnt something brought about by our lives or the scenarios we live through -
its something WE bring, on ourselves. Absolute.

And at the other end of the spectrum - in your most depressed state - just watch the wind blow through the trees - it always cheers me up.

your halo slipping down to choke you now... says:

its intresting they way you write

...curse be the scar that never felt the wound... says:

hmm

...curse be the scar that never felt the wound... says:

interesting?

...curse be the scar that never felt the wound... says:

wadda ya mean interesting>?

your halo slipping down to choke you now... says:

i almost think ur going to prove something big

your halo slipping down to choke you now... says:

but the thought just gets lost in ur other thoughts

your halo slipping down to choke you now... says:

intresting to read honeyy

...curse be the scar that never felt the wound... says:

hahahaha

...curse be the scar that never felt the wound... says:

yeah

...curse be the scar that never felt the wound... says:

when i start writing

...curse be the scar that never felt the wound... says:

even I THINK im gonna prove something big

...curse be the scar that never felt the wound... says:

and then i got stuck on the beenie

...curse be the scar that never felt the wound... says:
:p

...curse be the scar that never felt the wound... says:

the other voices in my head... drown the important voice out

...curse be the scar that never felt the wound... says:

cause the most important point is always the quietist in the first place

Philosophical Statement of the Day:

Why are toilet seats all ways freezing cold?

I mean... you really gotta go... and then you sit down... and it takes the BREATH out of you (along with everything else)

I know i know.. nasty.

BUT... i remember reading somewhere... that someone had invented a toilet seat heater... im looking for one right now:

Out of the 75,400 results google returned for "toilet + set+ heater", the best i could find was :
http://www.biobidet.com/products.htm

hmm.. not exactly what i was looking for. Guess ill have to keep searching. Or else invent one. The temperature of my bum is a crucial aspect of my life.

:D

(PS : inspired by my upset tummy and numerous trips to the bathroom)

If you would buy a toilet seat heater... please comment...with sufficient comments i will procede to invent one, make millions, and be known throughout history as the man who abolished cold bums :D respectable profession, wouldnt you say Dad?

I am the Hero of Broken Daydreams.
Dont ask me why... hell most of the time i dont even understand the role i play in other peoples lives.
Or my own.
In my own - im the antagonist.
In others... the Hero, the sidekick, the confidante, the sex toy (yes, that too), the object of complete hatred, the list goes on.
This is another day, where my eyes will close and my mind will move from this to another - after the sun has allready risen.
Its incredibly cold inside - it was incredibly cold outside as well - but outside the cold was fresh - fresh morning cold. Inside, im just cold. My left arm and shoulder and ribcage are all warmer then their corresponding halfs on the right side of my body - heater orientation can throw the body into a disaray of temperatures.
My feet on the otherhand, are uniformly warm in my silver sneakers.
Calves on the other hand, same problem - left is warmer then right.
Brain? Brain is just cold throughout.
Ears though... yeah ears... left ones nice and toasty - right one just is.

It never fails to amaze me... how i can start writing about absolute bullshit - with just a seed of thought in mind - and how my writing degenerates from that simple seed which in itself has serious implications and is quite powerful into the random ramblings of a man with too much on his mind and hence has absolutely nothing to say.

Still cant find that gun iv been looking for.

BUT.

Found the perfect beenie.

In a world of confused thoughts, strangled dreams, and uneven body temperatures, lifes gotta throw you a couple of nice even ones. Some people find love, others dont but live happily ever after, some persue their dreams, some succeed - others dont but will always know they got the chance to try.

Me - i got a beenie :D

hmm.. i know im a lil late.
But

Eid Mubarik Everyone...

hmm.. why isnt there any music on?

There... thats better.

Why am i sitting online waiting for someone to come... when im so tired... and the cigerretes are just making me feel sick?

Why am i sitting at home? Instead of at my taiyas spending time with my sisters.

Why dont i think of my parents more often.

Why is it so cold?

Why do i always want something more?

Why am i so sleepy?

Why does the smoke, look so good tonight?

Why tonight?

Lying on my bed, blue sheets white walls and my brown furry blanket. She is lying there next to me - me under the cover - her out. Her leg is wrapped around mine, her eyes on the paper propped in front of her - furiously concentratng. My arm is wrapped around her... holding her - but not too close - just close enough. Im looking at her... just... looking. Watching how her hair falls around her face, feeling her breathing under my arm, watching her eyes - never leaving the paper. The depth of her concentration amazes me - in the same situation i wouldnt be able to read two words and remember them - and yet she reads, on and on and on. I begin to play with her lips, she lets me for a few seconds, and then bites my finger. I let her bite harder. She scolds me then - she needs to study. I pout, but to no avail - shes allready back into her reading. I begin to read alongside her, coming closer to see the words, feeling her hair around me. I read and read and read - forgetting the words the moment i pass on, but reading nonetheless.

She stirs a little - and any concentration i previously had was shattered. I go back - to just looking - completely seriouse, she asks why - i have no answer. But inside i know why there is no smile on my lips or laughter in my eyes - im concentrating - trying to remember every single detail, every line - stolen moments that will only be relived again and again in my mind - even then, i know. Only in my mind.

I wake up the next day - blindly searching for thoughts in my head. Was it real? Was it a Dream? And then - i can smell her on my pillow - and i fall into myself - again and again and again, until i hit the concrete and splatter into a million little peices - little globules of mercury that are whole in themselves and yet... smaller. I open my eyes, sit up - to face the realities of THIS day.

Its happened before, it will happen again every time i close my eyes...

hmm... no one ever comments on my blog :(

-- 5am, 3 hours before Software Engineering Midterm, Rajanis gone asleep, 315 slides left to go...

trait snapshot:
social, outgoing, worry free, optimistic, upbeat, tough, likes large parties, makes friends easily, rarely irritated, open, enjoys leadership, trusting, dominant, thrill seeker, strong, does not like to be alone, assertive, mind over heart, confident, controlling, feels desirable, likes the spotlight, loves food, social chameleon, hard working, concerned about others

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Take the quiz: "What Broadway Musical Are You?"

Rent
You are the Broadway Musical Rent by Jonathan Larson. You are a true Bohemian soul, willing to risk it all for what you believe in. And there's a good possibility you may be gay. Then again, if you're taking this quiz, you probably are gay.

QUICK! Theres TIME to be waSTED!!!

...commiting suicide in your mouth...

- something that just came out in a conversation with a friend... due to the connotations ill leave the friend annonomouse - though the original connotations were NOTHING of the ones YOUR thinking right now... yes.. YOU. *evil grin*

Take the quiz: "WHAT RELIGION BESTS SUITS YOU?"

Pagan/Occultist
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law. Spending your entire life searching various forms of philosophy and religion, you choose to observe everything and believe little. You're personality is one of truth seeking, nature respecting and god/goddess accepting. Lastly, you don't judge anyone, but if annoyed, you will exact some form of revenge. You don't believe in the Three-Fold Law.

• Fundamentalist Christian (You scored 0)
• Holy Roller (You scored 0)
• Average Christian (You scored 1)
• True Christian (You scored 2)
• Modern Satanist (You scored 1)
• Theistic/Traditional Satanist (You scored 0)
• Luciferian (You scored 0)
• Devil Worshipper (You scored 0)
• Atheist (You scored 0)
• Agnostic (You scored 1)
• New Aged/Wiccan (You scored 1)
• Pagan/Occultist (You scored 3)
• Discordian (You scored 0)
• Category Unknown (You scored 1)

Take the quiz: "Method of Suicide"

Hanging
Your own gallows call. Your method of suicide is Hanging.

And of Course... The Monkey. :D

The Masterpiece. Never in my life have i taken a picture with this much power. Just... just LOOK.

...Lover, you should have come over...

The Red. Again. This time on a Red Couch. Hello Red Couch :)

Aunn... sweet na?

The Crazy One. Nothing More Needed to be Said. ;)

Me, The Red, and The Angel. Gotta Love The Gang.

Big Guy and Sky. Had to lie on the sidewalk to get this one...

Me and The Red. Gotta Love The Red.

Scary Red Alien.

Our sportsman eater of the year... gotta love the big guy... (hes a baby at heart... )

laundaaaa partyyyyy zindabad!

Me, in all my short black sexiness :D

Fingers, after a marathon playing session. Where you let go of yourself and you dont feel the pain until afterwards...

Me and Rajani, Trying to study for a doomed Databases Midterm...

tears on the waves,
ripples in the water,
drowning.

What is my newfound obsession with water?

When laughter extends only from the fingers to the computer screen.
And everything above the wrists,
and below the ankles,
is Cold.

Its 11:15 pm, i just woke up from an hour of sleep, to be online. The nights cold, the cigerette in my lips churn my insides - turning me to stone. Seether is on the speakers, singing in perfect pitch with Amy Lee (from Evenescance) - something easier said then done, as we found out in the music room. Broken is the song - "I keep your photograph, i know it serves me well." My favorite line, the most TRUTHful line.

The worst is over now, (it isnt)
and we can breathe again (i cant)
i wanna hold you high,
and steal my pain away. (i do...)

Its so cold... and my cigerettes gone out between my fingers now...the only taste left on my lips is the last bite of the snickers bar i brought home. Wait... let me light another...

Its always easier to hurt the nice guy, the man who will be there for you even through his pain. The man who never puts himself first, will always be able to survive his every heartache. Loose yourself to save someone else, i think its worth the bargain.

And i guess that at the end of the day, that is my most basic self destructive nature.

Will you watch over me as I crumble?