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Boulevard Of Broken Dreams: have 2 pints of beer, somersault on the dance floor, new year is here......
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Boulevard Of Broken Dreams. Tuesday, January 02, 2007. Have 2 pints of beer, somersault on the dance floor, new year is here. Its been quite a while since I blogged. So why am I blogging now? Bored, but seriously. This simulation here is taking ever so long and I cant find any other way to kill time. There are 2 voices speaking in me right now. I dont know what are they. Lets call them Fury and Monk. 2 days back, it was a special day right? I heard a lot of crackers go boom, boom. Ah, it was new year!
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Boulevard Of Broken Dreams: January 2007
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Boulevard Of Broken Dreams. Tuesday, January 02, 2007. Have 2 pints of beer, somersault on the dance floor, new year is here. Its been quite a while since I blogged. So why am I blogging now? Bored, but seriously. This simulation here is taking ever so long and I cant find any other way to kill time. There are 2 voices speaking in me right now. I dont know what are they. Lets call them Fury and Monk. 2 days back, it was a special day right? I heard a lot of crackers go boom, boom. Ah, it was new year!
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Boulevard Of Broken Dreams: May 2006
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Boulevard Of Broken Dreams. Friday, May 19, 2006. NE India pilgrimage: Day 0. After my first experience on an aeroplane, I've found flights rather boring. A 1-hour flight is quite ideal in that before you get through your refreshments slowly and read some papers, you are set for landing. I was all in anticipation of the trip to mountains in the north-east part of India. The sight of the sinking sun raised my spirits in a rather dull life that I am living now. Posted by sriganesh @ 9:41 AM. Come my third ...
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Boulevard Of Broken Dreams: Strap up your arm, find a vein, inject drugs and when you fall, glance over what is written beneath......
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Boulevard Of Broken Dreams. Monday, March 13, 2006. Strap up your arm, find a vein, inject drugs and when you fall, glance over what is written beneath. A starter home. Choose. Dental insurance, leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose. Your future. But why would anyone want to do a thing like that? Think over this statement. Then, think over it again. You'll keep thinking and end up accepting that the statement is so true! If you can't find the source of this quote, see the next line. I was on a break!
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Boulevard Of Broken Dreams: Moments of silence
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Boulevard Of Broken Dreams. Tuesday, January 22, 2008. In a city, the life in the real world is predominant. Its a mechanical job of trying to amass as much wealth as you can in your lifetime. The thought stops and the fantasy world dies. The corporates define pleasure for us. The dinner at the posh restaurant. Coffee with a girl at Barista. The iPOD. The world is simple. Life is simple. We can have quite a large no. of moments of pleasure. We have time to grow old. The world is simple. Life is simple.
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Boulevard Of Broken Dreams: Bible — Ezekiel 25:17
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Boulevard Of Broken Dreams. Tuesday, March 28, 2006. Samuel Jackson's first rendition of this phrase and the follow-up in Quentin Tarantino's "Pulp Fiction" is the best scene that I've seen in any Hollywood movie. Posted by sriganesh @ 4:18 AM. I love those lines! Enough.have to watch it now! Bangalore, Karnataka, India. View my complete profile. Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to wake ya up,. Strap up your arm, find a vein, inject drugs and w. The Truth about Truth. What a pathetic bunch of losers.
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San(')s Sanity: Bittersweet Symphony
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Too much sanity may be madness. And maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be! Friday, April 21, 2006. Yogasana. We had picked up this hobby hardly a few months back. To counter the stress and tension we faced at office diurnally. Personally I had never realized how taxing such a life could be. Had seen the rose, not the thorns; been pricked. However,. Had to surmise that the rose had been worth all the pain. Rightly. And he had now a new love. What had he ever loved until now? Coffee&...
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San(')s Sanity: Nostalgia
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Too much sanity may be madness. And maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be! Sunday, April 02, 2006. Some nights later, in the company of many esteemed seniors, am in the 5. Wing Many things transpire. Helmet is born. Christened Helmet Top, it reduces to a much more respectable first name alone in due course of time. Helmet learns about the practice of appreciating one’s achievements or activities through the process of connecting one’s behind and another’s foot. PD vs OS. Man. Nana ...
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San(')s Sanity: Surreal
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Too much sanity may be madness. And maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be! Monday, May 29, 2006. Magnificent are the thundering antlers of the mysterious stag. Oats and barley, golden fields, invigorating too. Rare be such beauty, admire, that man dares to. Ere you speak, take time to read every letter, every word. Lest jest sometimes makes peacocks of a macaw. Even maelstrom or tempest occasionally looks lo. Fruits no longer edible directly; what are they best for. The door out of.
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San(')s Sanity: Change
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Too much sanity may be madness. And maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be! Sunday, March 19, 2006. Jimmy went through the wine menu one last time before he chose a. Only after he had ordered the expensive uncommon vino, did he realize that he didn’t. Know whether the person who was going to join him would even drink wine. Cursing his irrational thinking process, he decided to take a chance and stick with his call. Drinking wine was nothing to be ashamed about. Jimmy brushed his hai...
