Quicksand

Another week has passed ; did no justice to my saturday i.e: didn't watch Da Vinci's code...

Did nothing 'productive/constructive'. Its decided then, thats my forte.

However i did what i had to do. Reena's calling both bee kins and i, dirty twisted strategists.
Few things that did justice to my mind :
Cerebral orgasms with the usual suspects...Still figuring out how to diffuse bombs and such.
Thursday-Coffee Mania with Azie and Syu.
Friday-Cafe' Latte' with Bee Kins and Reena.
Saturday- Mi casa with me myself and i, psychs came in towards the end.
Been thinking about mice and men.
Finally, studying quicksands.

Quicksand...
The more you wriggle, the faster you get pulled in.
Don't fight it, stay still...till someone gets you, if no one does; just wriggle and reduce torture time-chances are they'll never find you. Or you can keep still, and suffer stiff muscles and then hunger followed by cold and then pain...and finally rot to death.

OK i didn't have to be all that graphic now did i?

Was just thinking about how we get roped into things we don't intend to do, and the more we fight it, we get sucked into it further and before we know it, we've got one foot in the septic tank and the other in a puddle of mud...or up someone's ass (depending on how we handle situations)

Sunday's going to be exciting, i forsee bloodshed and mass collection of unbelievable stupidity.
-MMSA Elections
Its also going to be fulfilling.-Friendly Futsal matches...
When prav called to inform me of the elections, all i said was 'hmm', hoping to change my mind he said its also the AGM, i again said 'hmm', he finally said 'we're also having futsal...' to which i said 'i'll be there!' (no one's surprise right?)

Anyways let me leave you with the song of the week: For old time's sake.

"Mr Brightside"

I'm coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke
And she’s taking a drag
Now they’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his—chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, let me go

And I just can’t look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside

Reens baby, bee kins and i are Mr.Brightsides aren't we?