Just because its f**kin fathers' day or mothers' day , so they get to eat for free ?
How about a new marketing gimmick where single parents, widows, orphans, those with dead children gets to eat for free ??
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
Tuesday, May 04, 2010
A new reserve

A dull pain in heart, tears well up in my chest
..waiting to pour out at the prospect of an invite.
The pain is still there, after all these years, though tears seem to have ran dry. or is it ? Suddenly a new undiscovered reserve of fresh tear supply is felt just beneath the heart.
The key that unlocks the reserve is nearby in the neighborhood. But is it going to help ?
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Monday, November 02, 2009
Epitaph on a Tyrant
Now..

Thursday, October 29, 2009
The mangy dog awaits his bone.
The mangy dog barked furiously at 5pm yesterday.
Tried to appease it but couldn't find any bone. Ran out of bones.
I thought I could get one at 6:30pm so i told the dog to be patient.
It didn't heed any of my advise.
6:30 came without any bones. Too bad.
I found out that the bones will come in by 7:15 or so.
"A tiny brain expects invulnerability" is like one who lives on the iceberg and doesn't know 99% of the mass is under his feet. So his prima donna attitude continues to feed the ugly and fat monster - its becoming fatter and uglier by the minute.
Live goes on.
Finally bone arrives 8:15pm. The spoilt brat seems appeased ... for a while.
Tried to appease it but couldn't find any bone. Ran out of bones.
I thought I could get one at 6:30pm so i told the dog to be patient.
It didn't heed any of my advise.
6:30 came without any bones. Too bad.
I found out that the bones will come in by 7:15 or so.
"A tiny brain expects invulnerability" is like one who lives on the iceberg and doesn't know 99% of the mass is under his feet. So his prima donna attitude continues to feed the ugly and fat monster - its becoming fatter and uglier by the minute.
Live goes on.
Finally bone arrives 8:15pm. The spoilt brat seems appeased ... for a while.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Recipe for
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
Mess

A mess is the place where military personnel socialise, eat, and (in some cases) live. In some societies this military usage has extended to other disciplined services eateries such as civilian fire fighting and police forces. The root of "mess" is the Old French "mes," portion of food, drawn from the Latin verb "mittere," meaning "to send" or "to put," the original sense being "a course of a meal put on the table." This sense of "mess," which appeared in English in the 13th century, was often used for cooked or liquid dishes in particular, as in the "mess of pottage" (porridge or soup) for which Esau in Genesis traded his birthright. By the 15th century, a group of people who ate together was also known as a "mess," and it is this sense that persists in the "mess halls" of today's military.
References : http://freepages.military.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~worldwarone/WWI/MilitaryCamps/CampCuster/
References : http://freepages.military.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~worldwarone/WWI/MilitaryCamps/CampCuster/
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
Prayer of Thanks for Answered Prayers
Dear Lord O Father in Heaven
Just wanted to give you Thanks for answered prayers
Thank You Lord for having my father spend time with me,
Thank You Lord for removing my vertigo in less than 2 minutes !
Thank You Lord for repairing the roof leak with little hassle & resources.
In Jesus' name, Amen.
Just wanted to give you Thanks for answered prayers
Thank You Lord for having my father spend time with me,
Thank You Lord for removing my vertigo in less than 2 minutes !
Thank You Lord for repairing the roof leak with little hassle & resources.
In Jesus' name, Amen.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Go on, Dig in.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Jackasses of Today and Tomorrow
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Sand Storm in a Shoe Box
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Celebrate what ?
Its nothing to celebrate about, really.
Its just a combination of numbers that points to another incremental number, which we try to make an occasion out of it by blowing candles lit on a piece of bakery laced with cream , chocolate & sugar;
and singing of a silly song;
and clapping of hands (like a bunch of monkeys or clowns if you like)..
The world doesn't revolve around you...
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Bad Milk Day
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