kind of blurry ,kind of gloomy and unsafe, falling down.An abyss opening before my eyes. I am sure it wasn't there before, I didnt see it?Flying made easy or am I falling.It's late to halt the invisible G force pulling me down .Down.Down to (no)where? The Hell's dungeon ?The kingdom of the beast?not sure.this little game is fun to do.just close your eyes, you're breaking through.
Seems like my little guess the tune project(http://guessit.blog.co.uk) is gathering some pace.Just for today I had 25 different visitors ,something I feel very proud about.Also my guess it blog comes up second in google if I was to search for guess the tune blog.
I uploaded a flash clip there yesterday after some strenuous session of learning the basics in Flash .The clip is to remind everybody I haven't bottled the project , on the contrary .I am working on improving this game , taking it to the next level.I guess I will need some support from the pros in the business so bear with me folks. Something unique is on its way.
OK , firstly I admit I am not very regular with this blog thing(I WONT SURRENDER JUST YET) so sorry I am not catching up with my fellow bloggers' posts.This matter shall be rectified in the foreseeable future.
Meanwhile I would like to use this opportunity to thank all of those who keep visiting my blog 
do stay tuned ,there's plenty more to come 
CHICANE FEAT CLANNAD'S MARIE BRENNAN - SALTWATER
All humans were born free but some humans are more free than others ...and this is why the "United" Nations fail to define what is terrorist....
JUSTICE
ENOUGH SAID!!!
scribbles scribbles on the wall
Firstly,I am not going to defend nor promote anything with this post, its about getting things right as they should be.
Direct Line ,one of the major UK insurers(and part of Royal Bank of Scotland) has launched an ad campaign smearing all comparison sites with the title "middlemen"(details here).As a matter of fact none of its subsidiaries (such as Churchil and Privillege) are included in any comparison site, claiming the revenue of comparison sites is generated by hidden commission.
However the truth is comparison sites charge the advertised companies a flat rate when a customer clicks on a link displayed on the comparator, or actually buys a product from the advartised company more details here.(akin to the Google's AdSense technology).Or in other words its as if the owners of a shopping centre charge a shop when a customer walks in that particular shop.So ...does anybody see the middleman role here and if so do you think this process is unfair since the end product bears the same pricetag?
this is very important lesson.it is short and simple:
Poo stinks, the more often you do it the more often you see people pointing at you.
my eyes have seen you
a worried expression on this old man's face ,followed by a question:
Excuse me, have you got anywhere I can cry?
Why,sir?Whatever's the matter?
My mother is dying,I want to cry.
couple of tears rolling down his wrinkled face via the silver-haired moustache.Indeed a man you would respect for his age.
I am sorry ,sir.
(I walked off.)
The tears will fall,
the poor woman would pass away
but nothing shall wipe off
the memory of this old man helplessly
crying for his dying mother in front of me.
When real men cry
there is a reason.
was it far when...we were still primates,primitive in our being,trying to survive with the rest of the creatures from our habitat..was it far when our offence began, when we savaged mother nature as we still do.. and we discovered the gunpowder , the missiles , the nukes.
And only just recently we have made the most important discovery yet , although priding ourselves for being the smartest on the planet we did not see it right under our nose while our roomates mammals and insects and reptiles were the first ones to sense it.
Can you feel the big change?of course you wont, its only one degree warmer,turn on the fan ,install air conditioning , manifacture hundreds of thousands more air conditioners so we can live a normal life.Destroy more trees , pollute all the air if you like but we need to lead what is deemed as normal life.
Isnt it time for us to be on the receiving end, to be the ones who suffer, have we not done enough damage to our planet ,our morals and our future.
Enough said but nothing done while the big change is taking place.
unavoidably close like magnets two friends were
but for what one did to the other
the magnets switched poles and DIMAGNETISM began.
Dining on candle lit table.
The meal heals.
Korks and fnives jingling in the background.
Conversation about my own reputation.Sensation!
Do candle lit chables and tairs are only revisited on birthdays?
It has been subject of speculations and various interpretations, but the lyrics of this song really give me no reason to believe it is about anything in particular. I shall leave it to my lovely readers to comment on what this song is really about.
like an autumn leaf
falling on my knees
..and it struck me
again and again
Shocked and betrayed
is money power,is money love
isnt there something higher
than greed and selfishness
stretched out on the pavement ,
Born to live ,dead to give
although
I have nothing to give and nothing to hide
I shall die leaving my stone-cold body behind.
And that is all
end of the light..i forgot to believe..or was it sudden feeling of emptiness.NO! it rather was more gradual process of denial and failure after failure leading to general disappointment.
Ointment.
end of the night.
How do you wish someone good night if he is not able to witness the forthcoming dream(or nightmare).
Like being stabbed repeatedly with a plastic knife.
Life.
blur
Since i am moving homes my house seems so empty and dull.Where the books were...the books ,hours of laughter ,sadness ,in fact a whole pallette of mixed emotions ..all i can see is empty book shelves. Where was my personality gone, was it so easy to wipe off somebody's existence somewhere and is that why dogs mark their boundary with urine ? I had so many questions but all i saw was empty shelves , drawers , wardrobes.A place once my home was now no longer .
To my true friends!
special clip for you!
http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/bunny.php
make love ,not war!
Me and the concrete jungle of our road system.At dawn on saturday you wont see cars or pedestrians.Not a single soul actually.The sunshine was waking me up for another day.As they now were not needed all lamp-post lights gradually died away giving way to the bright rays of sunlight.All..except for one.One light was still there doing its job regardless of it all.A tribute to this lone light bulb in the midst of this deserted urban labyrinth. 
Now lets see who is the big spender.Who do my lovely readers think is spending it all and making the plastc go red?Hmmm? Is it ,I ask, the wonderful ladies during the designer sales or men spending on petrol guzzling motors ,gadgets and gizmos of all sorts?
HAVE YOU MADE YOUR MIND UP YET????
here are the results ,ladies and gents,all official ,all provided by the friendly people at Office for National Statistics( http://www.statistics.gov.uk/STATBASE/ssdataset.asp?vlnk=4437 )
please feel free to leave a comment
| 4.15 Weekly expenditure on travel and leisure: by gender, 1999-00 | ||||
| United Kingdom | £ per week | |||
| Men1 | Women1 | |||
| Motoring, fares and other travel costs | 47.80 | 36.70 | ||
| Alcohol and tobacco | 22.30 | 11.00 | ||
| TV, video, computers and audio2 | 10.50 | 5.60 | ||
| Clothing and footwear | 9.10 | 14.20 | ||
| Holidays | 5.70 | 6.30 | ||
| Books and magazines | 3.00 | 2.80 | ||
| Sports admissions and subscriptions | 2.90 | 1.20 | ||
| Gambling | 2.70 | 1.40 | ||
| Toiletries and beauty products | 1.80 | 5.80 | ||
| Other leisure | 4.30 | 5.60 | ||
| All expenditure on travel and leisure | 110.10 | 90.60 | ||
| 1 Households headed by a single non-retired person, aged 16 and over with no children. | ||||
| 2 Includes rental. | ||||
| Source: Family Expenditure Survey, Office for National Statistics | ||||
'Who are you?' a voice said
'Huh?'
'Who are you?your past has gone and your present is non existent.If you are not yesterday and not today you cannot be tomorrow.Who are you?'
'I..i have a name , I have my car ,my house...my..'
'And?Do you have future?'
'But!'
'Life is more than possessions'
'Why do you punish me?why am I in this cell?'
The voice was dead..or maybe not.Sometimes I wonder why all windows are sealed.Have I done anything wrong being what i was told to be.Neat,tidy,smart with life...life.Maybe the voice was right.
time has stopped again .broken neon light ...the world is flickering.I see a blurred nurse for few seconds of love.saloon..
or
scene?
obscene?
Whatever! wish is granted. food and water. Prisoner of my own mind , i was in this cell for god knows how long.Was I mad? was anybody? was life?
I am being pressured.
'Increase your pe nis size' they said.
'But...do I have to?' I reply .
'8 to 10 inches ' they maintain ' to impress the girlfriend!'
I had my personal doubts about this...first they suggest I need this increase and now that my girlfriend can be impressed(something highly unlikely given the fact she wasnt impressed even when my hair caught on fire while I was lighting up the dinner candles)
'We do it on competitive prices and it is virtually painless'
'But.. I....it involves a number of complications,I may need bigger pants to store the new..' I didnt even know how to call this.
'Dont worry,you will be a po-rn legend before you know it. ' they tried to lure me.
'Sounds more like I ll become a legend being your first and last customer' I thought.
I deleted it! The e-mail , the spam e-mail I mean ..about my penis size increase.I had something more important to do, just received e-mail from a new charity organization helping the penguins victims of war.Somebody has to give donation!
For those of my readers who have not noticed yet I would like to note that I am a big fan of the simple things in life.The black and white, the big and small ..although certainly there is more to life than the mere contrast.The rest I leave to the subtlety of nuance which I gather is what our mind generates whilst collecting lots of simple data.As a proof I shall show you few paintings of a master in abstract op art(or optical art) called Victor Vasarely.The paintings in question are from his Vega period .Let your mind show you the truth.
Do you know what I feel like doing?I want to drive a way , far away, away to somewhere ,anywhere just to be away.A spot with a view ,place clean and quiet where I can contemplate of life without being caught by the Big Brother.I need some air, I need to be able to say: "f*ck everybody".But its cold and dark outside, a reminder I have nowhere to go to.Nailed to the cell of the city I await for my freedom,I am outsider on the inside, alien who does not belong and has lost the way..driving to hell instead,infinity is as near as it is far.
(on the tube)
Mind the gap!
Mind the doors!
(elsewhere)
Mind your head!
Mind your own business!
Mind you,you can never be too sure.
Oh, never mind...
Never seen the people on the telly nowadays? Well, in fact they seem to be all around you.. from the billboard on the highway to the matchbox in your right pocket, oh , and they are some sort of super people. Have you not noticed their smiles? Their white sparkling teeth and shiny flake free hair-dos? Naturally, they never suffer of acne or you will never see them living in a house with smeary windows & surfaces or ,good heavens! ,filthy dishes. Oh, I wish I was in their shoes, don’t you? I mean, people on telly always win. Their weekend lottery jackpot is guaranteed, in their perfect world there is no such thing as stomach gases or god forbid embarrassing moments with the mother-in-law. Now don’t panic! She cant be possibly reading this article. My point is that we should all condemn these dull individuals and campaign for freedom of our personal space. Don’t you think these should be our adverts? This should be us? That everything should be natural out there instead of letting these horrible creatures ruin our perfectly imperfect world? And not the medias but we should be let to be our own judges!De Oppresso Liber!!!
A war against my ego.A self destruction or bid for liberation?Why in confusion my nerves convulse?The Wehrmacht of my ego was ruthlessly supressing the rebellion. The small army of common sense dispersed for another era in the darkness of my Ego's dictatorship.Long live His Majesty My Ego(ism).
