A train called Life

She is moving on too. One more friend to be lost in the memory lane.
No matter how hard I try to hold on to them they just slip away. Some to be found again later, some I'll never find and worst still some whom I will never remember.
Its said that we never realise the true worth of a person until we lose them.
I have lost contact with the only best friend I remember having because at that time I did not realise her worth. 'S' how I wish I could meet u just once.To talk about all those years when we were so eager to run to school just to meet each other. We were never lonely cos it was guaranteed that Lyn n 'S' will always be together. We were termed twins cos we thought alike, looked alike n were always seen together.
I dont even have a pic of her now!!
I hope she remembers me . I'm sure she remembers me.

"Show me your friends and I'll tell you who you are."
I'm what I am because of my friends. Each one of them made me what I am today.
So I guess I will never lose them, they stay on with me, as a part of me.


My friend once said
Life is a train, people board and people depart. Some stay longer and some dont. Have to let go of the old to make place for the new.

Thats true, soon her place will be filled by someone else. It always has.
But the memories stay on. Like old photos they get dusty n crumpled but they always make us smile.

Sigh

**Sometimes i wish that i never saw you, that i never met you and that i
never knew you. its not because I don't like you, neither because I hate
you, but because i felt fear that one day I might lose you..**

Flu

My head has stopped churning out logic and my body is defying gravity.
My limbs move effortlessly, while my vision is all hazy and blurred.
My heart has lost it rhythm, while my feet have found new beats.
My thoughts reach a crescendo and flow effortlessly
I'm soaring on wings of fantasy and am exploring the seas of unusual possiblities.
With you leading me on, viruses, the sweet feeling is back again!

:o (Part II)

*Hugh Gallagher's 'College Essay'*

I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have
been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them
more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs
for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time
efficiently. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row.

I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot
bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook
Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a
veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru.

Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly
defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious
army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Mets, I am the
subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large
suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On
Wednesdays, after school, I repair electrical appliances free of charge.

I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie.
Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear.
I don't perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have
been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer I
toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. I
bat 400. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in
international botany circles. Children trust me.

I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy.
I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day
and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I
know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have
performed several covert operations for the CIA. I sleep once a week;
when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I
successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a
small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to me.

I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On
weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years
ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have
made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster
oven. I breed prizewinning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan,
cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the
Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and
I have spoken with Elvis.

But I have not yet gone to college.

She is a mystery

The oldest hoax in the world. Started by the cave man and its still the number one urban legend.
How come its never lost its popularity?
Why would it when its used by men all around the world, from all walks of life, even in those communities where language has'nt been discovered yet!
No matter how trivial or complex the argument is, the man pulls out his ace "U women are a mystery" and we are left there wondering if that was a compliment or an insult!
Why are we a mystery even after so many centuries????
We (as in men and women) have discovered and invented so many amazing things which was thought impossible earlier, then how come men have'nt discovered what women want?!
Are men plain lazy to divert attention from their sports channels n beer parties to pay attention to the kinda details that we expect?
Or is it possible that men very well understand us but just dont want to agree that our ideas are better and that it could actually 'work'! (most of the time)
Guys you better come up with better lines than just say "She is a mystery" cos we are not buying it anymore!
Dont you think its getting a little stale?!

How come we women never say "He is a mystery" ?!
Hi hi hi cos we cracked the code long ago and guys its time that u caught up with us :D