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Sting & Police, The Book Of My Life lyrics

Tuesday, July 19th, 2005

Now listening and relating to it…

Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
And it may be a trick of the firelight
But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
Is a book I’m afraid to write

It’s the book of my days, it’s the book of my life
And it’s cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
And it’s all there to see as the section reveals
There’s some sorrow in every life

If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
Then I won’t understand ’til the end of my days
I’m still forced to remember,
Remember the words of my life

There are promises broken and promises kept
Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept
There’s a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
If I lose everything that I possess
There’s a chapter on loss and a ghost who won’t die
There’s a chapter on love where the ink’s never dry
There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies.

Though the pages are numbered
I can’t see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

There’s a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
There are pages of conflicts that nobody won
And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat,
There’s a page where we fail to meet

There are tales of good fortune that couldn’t be planned
There’s a chapter on god that I don’t understand
There’s a promise of Heaven and Hell but I’m damned if I see

Though the pages are numbered
I can’t see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

Now the daylight’s returning
And if one sentence is true
All these pages are burning
And all that’s left is you

Though the pages are numbered
I can’t see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

Sting & Police The Book Of My Life lyrics

Make Poverty History!

Tuesday, July 19th, 2005

I’ve just put on this “white band” on my blog (as u can see it on the top right corner) and a button link at the bottom of links column.

Atleast, that’s SOMETHING that can be done.

Do a favor and try what u can put on your site from the selection of banners, buttons etc from the following link:

http://www.makepovertyhistory.org/getinvolved/banners.shtml

quoted

Monday, July 18th, 2005

silence_sin (7/14/2005 3:47:23 PM):

“We are not born all at once, but by bits. The body first, and the spirit later; and the birth and growth of the spirit, in those who are attentive to their own inner life, are slow and exceedingly painful. Our mothers are racked with the pains of our physical birth; we ourselves suffer the longer pains of our spiritual growth.”

What the F$%# ???

Tuesday, July 5th, 2005

Date and Time:
4th July, 2005 - 2030 hrs.

The Scene:
near Old Sabzi Mandi area - this place is way too busy and extravagant when it comes to public presence.

The People:
3 guys.
1 carrying a TT(pistol) aged almost 27-30 years. Although was in a hurry, was very CALM.
1 empty handed, young - about 19-21 years old - but good at frisking.
1 empty handed, about 25-28 years old.

The Happening:
3 guys got on the bus I was riding home, 1 of them took out a TT (pistol) and told the bus conductor to be quiet. meanwhile the other 2 guys frisked 3/4 of the people - including me - sitting at the backseat (near the rear exit door which was guarded by that armed man). They took almost 5 minutes & got off just like any other person - so easily.

The Loss:
Luckily I had my wallet & mobile (although it doesn’t worth a fortune but it DOES serve me well) in my bag. The guy sitting next to me lost a few hundreds - later he told me he were to take his salary home this day but just didn’t, left it at office.
Except that, some mental fatigue & frustration.

The Solution (as proposed by a couple of colleagues & the guy who was victim of this event):
Every Tom, Dick and Harry should be allowed to carry a licensed gun.

Side Effects (to above mentioned solution):
Shoot and get shot. Bleed like hell, go to ICU, lay there for 3 weeks or just die in the cross fire on the spot to save the heavy hospital bills.

Moral of the Event:
We’re a brave, fearless and courageous nation.

the world wide web?

Monday, July 4th, 2005

The ISP we have at our workplace is really #$@#$%. C’mon… there are those tiny mini ISPs (like Net Door) who’ve restored their services in couple of days after the digital breakdown… but this broadband service that we have as MultiNet is still striving to go forward with it’s crippled legs on the information highway huh… not to mention the fact that SuperNet had no effect at all in all this mess… they’ve their own satellite connection or somethin… but they never went down even for a minute…

Update Tuesday, July 05, 2005 10:47:49:

Finally MultiNet is also able to let me in my gMail account and I can see all my mails.. *phewwwwwwww* what a reliefffffff…. thanks heavens… net’s such a blessing (c’mon.. now don take it way too seriously or literary)

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