Monthly Archives: February 2006

puppy love..

I had planned to retire early to bed, but then Ash messaged. She had just come back from a trip to Bombay and wanted to talk about it. As we talked, the topic of conversation drifted from her trip to books to memories to spirituality and so on…
By the time we hung up it was nearly one in the night and I had snuggled up to rest my sleep deprived soul at about 10:15. Bollocks!

I should have gone to sleep as we hung up but I could not, as we were talking about childhood memories I told her about my days as a kid and those scenes flashed by my eyes, only to be stuck at one major memory. Cara!

She hung around my place all day, that is  when I was not at hers , she shared all her stuff with me , on holidays she would pester her mum to drop her off at my place , I would be the first person to be invited to her birthday parties , she even let me blow the candles on HER birthday cake (can you believe it!!) which was –as I still vividly remember –in the shape of an airplane , the form of the cake chosen only because I liked it , I wish I still had those crayon cards she made for me for no occasion what so ever.
I let her unwrap all of MY presents, she was always the first to arrive last to leave, and I was left wishing that she never left.

I wish I knew where she was.

These memories are 17 years old, we were kids growing up together and as my mum constantly reminds me she was my first love.  Hell! I even wanted to marry her, there is this dream that I remember – as fresh as this morning’s dew – of me landing my aircraft next to her place, picking her up and flying away….

She moved out a year before I did , the last I heard of her was that her parents divorced , I don’t know who got to keep her , I don’t know where they went , I wish I did….

I know she loved me.

Just as I loved her, and I was all of 5 years old!

Song playing in my head: But not tonight :Scott Weiland  

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but not tonight :Scot Weiland

i have been listening to this song all day and i love it!

Oh God, it’s raining
But I’m not complaining
It’s filling me up
With new life

The stars in the sky
Bring tears to my eyes
They’re lighting my way
Tonight

And I haven’t felt so alive
In years

Just for a day
On a day like today
I’ll get away from this
Constant debauchery

The wind in my hair
Makes me so aware
How good it is to live
Tonight

And I haven’t felt so alive
In years

The moonIs shining in the sky
Reminding me
Of so many other nights
But they’re not like tonight

Oh God, it’s raining
And I’m not containing
My pleasure at being
So wetHere on my own
All on my own

How good it feels to be alone
Tonight
And I haven’t felt so alive
In years

The moon
Is shining in the sky
Reminding me
Of so many other nights
When my eyes have been so red
I’ve been mistaken for dead
But not tonight

its a beutiful haunting melody….sweet and sticky as hell…enjoy

My Baby’s Gone


My neighbor is apparently a brave person. He has placed his money where his heart is and has procured a WW-II vintage Jeep. I pass the low bonnet beauty everyday and I can’t help but admire the man. His choice of cars concurs with mine, he also owns a kombi and modified lancer (trying to match the evo).
Why do I bring this up here?

Some years ago while I was getting my car fixed at the local garage I spotted a sexy beauty. She was old but was still drawing attention and I wondered “she would look good in my harem”. The mechanic thought it was an old merc, idiot! It was a Ford Cortina GT Mk4.
Stock engine, some dents, lots of rust and a broke owner; this car was on the selling block, and I had my eyes on it. It needed a little work. Okay, I admit it needed a lot of work, an overhaul, new interiors, a paint job and a new set of alloyed wheels and a big stereo system. Not to mention loads of body treatment. But if she was going home with me she was going to be treated like a princess, she was going to be loved thoroughly.
My fantasies hit a roadblock, DAD! I was driving an old 800 at that time. I could have driven it into the ground and no one would have as much as cared for it. I used to have a much better set of wheels but had to trade them for this 89 model with a cousin who couldn’t afford to maintain it. The car and I had some history…but it’s a long story. Anyways, I cribbed everyday about this 89 model and here I was asking my dad to loan me money to buy a 1975 beauty which would have required even more money to restore it to mint condition.
“No Way! These classic cars need time and you can devote all of it after you settle down with your career” (the other bitch I am trying to handle).

The cortina soon disappeared. Appearing every now and then at random stoplights in my neighborhood to taunt me with her swagger and I wouldn’t lie about it, I couldn’t even look her in the eye. I would have loved her much more, attended to her whims and driven her like she was made to. She would have been my baby.
And here she was, with another man. I let her pass but whenever I see my neighbors Jeep I think of that cortina and what we could have been. Sigh……..

Song playing in my head: Magic Carpet Ride: Steppenwolf

Tags : cars , classics , ford , cortina , jeep

My Baby’s Gone


My neighbor is apparently a brave person. He has placed his money where his heart is and has procured a WW-II vintage Jeep. I pass the low bonnet beauty everyday and I can’t help but admire the man. His choice of cars concurs with mine, he also owns a kombi and modified lancer (trying to match the evo).
Why do I bring this up here?

Some years ago while I was getting my car fixed at the local garage I spotted a sexy beauty. She was old but was still drawing attention and I wondered “she would look good in my harem”. The mechanic thought it was an old merc, idiot! It was a Ford Cortina GT Mk4.
Stock engine, some dents, lots of rust and a broke owner; this car was on the selling block, and I had my eyes on it. It needed a little work. Okay, I admit it needed a lot of work, an overhaul, new interiors, a paint job and a new set of alloyed wheels and a big stereo system. Not to mention loads of body treatment. But if she was going home with me she was going to be treated like a princess, she was going to be loved thoroughly.
My fantasies hit a roadblock, DAD! I was driving an old 800 at that time. I could have driven it into the ground and no one would have as much as cared for it. I used to have a much better set of wheels but had to trade them for this 89 model with a cousin who couldn’t afford to maintain it. The car and I had some history…but it’s a long story. Anyways, I cribbed everyday about this 89 model and here I was asking my dad to loan me money to buy a 1975 beauty which would have required even more money to restore it to mint condition.
“No Way! These classic cars need time and you can devote all of it after you settle down with your career” (the other bitch I am trying to handle).

The cortina soon disappeared. Appearing every now and then at random stoplights in my neighborhood to taunt me with her swagger and I wouldn’t lie about it, I couldn’t even look her in the eye. I would have loved her much more, attended to her whims and driven her like she was made to. She would have been my baby.
And here she was, with another man. I let her pass but whenever I see my neighbors Jeep I think of that cortina and what we could have been. Sigh……..

Song playing in my head: Magic Carpet Ride: Steppenwolf

Tags : cars , classics , ford , cortina , jeep

Things will turn around

I wrote this song down this morning. I am a self taught guitarist and admittedly not very good at it. In any case I do not know how to write down the notes for this song …I can record it and post an mp3 sometime….but till then you can just evaluate the lyrics to the song. Your bouquets and brickbats are welcome (go easy on the brickbats, I am no songwriter) improvement are most welcome.
All in all have fun and take care
Love
Pradster

Things will turn around.

I have a lot to say
A lot that you cant read from my face
My time is ticking
I have lost a lot
But, things will turn around

There is a lot that I need to do
What the future holds, for me and you
I don’t know
There is this darkness, hiding you
Get close, closer to me
And I know, things will turn around

We have won our battles, we are losing the war
Being separated because of our stars
I will not give up, that’s not me
We can fight together, locked in this embrace
You smile, and things will turn around

Here we are alone, no one around
Just tense heart beats and no other sound
Your lips pressed close to mine
And we know, things will turn around

Things will turn around, yes I know
As we are alone together, in our love
My mind whispers aloud, and you hear
Things will turn around
No matter how dark
Things will turn around.

Song playing in my head – Things will turn around: Pradster

Tags: song , love

fearless

All thanks to Michael.
(For introducing me to such a wonderful person)
I thought I was going through rough times, I thought I was the only one in the world suffering pain. I wanted to feel miserable and I was looking for an excuse.
But not Jamie dawn. Regular visitors may recall I was Jamie’s secret Santa appointed by Michael. While I gifted a lousy poem, she has unknowingly given a lot more, hope strength and renewed my jest for life.

To quote Jamie “We all have sob stories to tell. I don’t see any benefit in constantly focusing on the bad. I think it diminishes the good.”

Jamie gave me that much needed kick in the butt, I remember her posts about life and lemons. I am quite enjoying the lemonade I made out of my troubles.
“If you find yourself wallowing in your own pity party, you won’t need to look far to find someone whose life is worse. It’s all about perspective “

while I whine and crib about my career, my relationships jamie chugs on whith a smile. reading her blog would you belive that this remarkable lady has undergone 19 yes 19 operations on her throat. Yet her attitude to life is refreshing and inspiring.

This is for jamie , thank you. You’ve really pickd me up! as for all my readers I would appreciate if you dropped in your wishes for jamie who is currently recuperating after another surgery and lets all pray together that jamie gets her voice back.
Thanks again jamie.
With love
pradster

help! my pectorals are killing me!

While I battle my shoulder strain caused by a new exercise routine I do not have any original material to write. I still risk abdominal pain (I did too many crunches and my abs kills me when I laugh) to give you this….

13 obscure statistics!

  1. Britain has an estimated three quarters of a million bedwetters

       (What sissies!)

  1. An estimated 600,000 Americans are impotent from injuries to their crotches. Approximately 40% of these are bicycling accidents

(Now you know why Sheryl crow split up with lance Armstrong!)

  1. Seven out of ten Americans have day dreams about having sex with their boss, irrespective of whether or not they are the same sex!

(Know what I think, I need some female employees in my firm!)

  1. One in 13 British adults has purchased a vibrator in the last 10 years.

(Who wants to sleep with a bedwetter anyways, all they can use is the jackrabbit!)

  1. According to a recent survey, one in three male motorists picks his nose while driving.

(And of the other two on is on the cell phone and the other holding his crotch)

  1. everyday 365000 people are newly infected with a sexually transmitted disease

(Its called stupidity and it passes from generation to generation)

  1. 95% of all lavatory hot air dryers discharge pathogenic bacteria which can cause food poisoning and a variety of skin disorders including boils and abscesses.

(That’s why they tell you not to dry your face under it…go use a tissue and kill another tree)

  1. India and Bangladesh have exported more human skeletons for medical research than any other country. The trade is now prohibited as an affront to national dignity.

(We now export live specimens, use and throw variety)

  1. More than 35,000 Americans have had themselves insured against being kidnapped or eaten alive by aliens.

(But you still need to prove that when you disappeared for those 14 days you were actually kidnapped and were not licking salt off some stripper’s ass for your vodka shots!)

  1. To date 15 Americans have been crushed to death while attempting to tilt soft-drink vending machines.

(I bet it wasn’t a diet cola dispenser)

  1. 24 people have been killed in Tokyo due to skull fractures received while bowing to each other with the traditional Japanese greeting.

(The current practice is to yell “sup bitch! How’s it hanging!” It’s safer if you don’t count the drive by shootings)

  1. On average every glass of London tap water has already passed through the bladders of nine other people.

(Now you can tell everyone why you are so full of piss!)

  1. Irish men suffer from less dandruff than those in any other country

(What this does not tell is that they also have less hair than those in any other county…win some loose some!)

okay my abs are hurting me and I got to split, have fun… Pradster out!

Song playing in my head: what’s my age again? : Blink 182

Tags: humor, fun, lists

from the dustbins

i was thinking i have not written anything worthwhile for a long time now. as i was wading through the junk that i had previously written , i chanced upon this incomplete piece named “resolve” do me a favor and complete it for me….for i am suffering a major writers block….but them i am not eaxctly a writer, never mind

Resolve
I have crossed the river of fire
I have been through more than one can suffer
But I came out alright
I have been between the hammer
And the anvil
That’s what shaped my steely resolve tonight

I know my will is strong
I can battle time
I am asking you my dear
Will you join this fight?

It’s a harsh path, my life
But would you wish to walk it?
You can make pain disappear
When you look into my eyes

You don’t need to share my painJust multiply my joy

(begin here)……