Archive for November, 2006

Poetry Thursday (My week 16.5)

Chasing Cars

We’ll do it all
Everything
On our own

We don’t need
Anything
Or anyone

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don’t quite know
How to say
How I feel

Those three words
Are said too much
But they’re not enough

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we’re told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that’s bursting into life

Let’s waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads

I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we’re told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that’s bursting into life

All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they’re all I can see

I don’t know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Snow Patrol

Note:

  • There doesn’t appear to be any Poetry Thursday today so I’m just posting this.  Snow Patrol is a very good band and this song, I really like!
  • Check out Poetry Thursday and cry your heart out every Thursdays. The concept is simple: share poetry on your blog.

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Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix


This is the extended trailer. It may contain some spoilers so be warned. It’s been releashed yesterday.

Couple (more) of weird things

As from today, I’m officially in holidays.  It feels cool though not really because I’m in holidays but rather because it is a huge relief that the exams are finally over.  They’ve actually kept us in exams for 6 weeks! That’s just so unfair.

Yesterday night I was just too excited.  I’d have a multiple choice paper in the morning and given that I had already revised everything the previous day, it was practically holidays-already.  Obviously, when the morning did come, spirits were flying a little lower.  But I must’ve been pretty relaxed because some.. umm.. unusual things happened today.  And I’ve been talking/chatting/MSNing about it with my best friend as you can see.

“While on the bus, on my way to the exams, I saw something totally awesome.  I saw a parrot on the backseat of a car, which was passing next to the bus.  A true bird it was too!”
“Oh my god! Was it flying or in a cage?”

“Neither flying nor in a cage.  It was just standing and staring out of the back windscreen.”
“Oh that place where people put the decorations and fluffy cotton things? You sure it wasn’t a ‘peluche?'”

“Pfffft… I’m not dumb.  Not that dumb anyway.”
“Yeah, but maybe you should wear glasses, lol.”

Indeed, the first strange and unusual thing I saw today was a true parrot, alive and all, staring out of a car’s windscreen.

“Bus conductor had a chat with me.  He saw ‘RCPL’ on my student ID and asked me whether I thought I had a chance to be a laureate.  I said none whatsoever.  Then he continued, telling me that in Mauritius right now, there’s no future.  It’s worth it only if I become a politician.  And that I should not return to the country after my tertiary studies.”
“Ah… sniff.”

You have to agree that it’s not everyday that a conductor will come and have a chat with one of his passengers and tell the latter his political views on things and all, right?

“While I was having a bath…”
“Hehe.”

“Which does happen from time to time.”
“Lol.”

“… I saw a MUR200 note slipping out from my trousers’ backpocket.  When it eventually fell, I retrieved it and saw another note, this time a MUR100 one, folded in between the MUR200 note.  How cool’s that? Grand total of MUR300!”
“Grrr.  You’re making me jealous.”

Weird, surprising and lucky day.  All in one.  Ah, hols; hope boredom doesn’t creep in.

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Are you on SecondLife?

Was wondering how many of you are.  If you are indeed in this virtual land, drop a comment, ok? We might get to do some stuff together!

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Just write…

… whatever comes to your mind.  I got this.

Name 2 (Spirit)

by Khalil A. Cassimally

Sun in the sky
Up in the mounts
Lost in the forest.

Turn back and face your tears
Agonising as you think they are
Nurtured deep in you
A new spirit will rise.

Let it grow on you
Listen to what it tells you
Words of wisdom
Should not be lost.

Clouds won’t dissipate
Rain will not fall though
Only night will.

You will meet someone
Your saviour
Take his hand
And be guided.

Your fears left behind
Worries left at bay
Smile again
Until the end of times
Leave it to rest.

Take me home
And look after me
Now we’re friends
After all, I was the spirit.

Unlike most of my poems, this one has got a hidden/secret meaning and there’s a name which appears in the beginning and at the end.

Any aspiring code-breakers or the likes in the house?

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For football fans

You know all those pics from the matches? Like, the players celebrating after the team’s scored.  Or those tackles.  Well there are many many more of those pictures on this website, herePropaganda is a photo agency based in the North West of England, in Liverpool and they cover sporting events all over Europe and as they’re in Liverpool, they cover all games at Anfield.  In addition they do cover UEFA Champions League matches, FA Cup and other sports events.

Meaning, you get pictures like this:


All pictures © Propaganda

Not to forget the training shots either.  Ah well, you better enjoy.


You’ll Never Walk Alone.

UPDATE: Removed two of the pictures which never seemed to be appearing.

Poetry Thursday (My week 16.0)

My mind wanders

by Khalil A. Cassimally

My mind wanders
In a strange strange world
Full of sorrow and despair
Where butterflies are moths
And the soil is mud, mud.

It’s not that it got lost on the way
It’s more that it’s lost in this whole world
Yeah, my mind used to visit
Lovely places
Where it was friends with laughter and joy, joy.

Maybe we’re still in this world
Maybe the laughter turned into sorrow
And the joy into despair.

Maybe we’re still in this world
Maybe the laughter turned into sorrow
And the joy into despair
Into despair.

Note:

  • Is this a demo, I wonder.
  • Check out Poetry Thursday and cry your heart out every Thursdays. The concept is simple: share poetry on your blog.

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1. Best friends: I love you people.
2. My own company: sky media
3. Science is so very cool
4. 6 month sabbatical.

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