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rambling 101

Sometimes, when I have nothing better to do, I scratch my head. In those times, I wonder why God didn’t give me a beard. Then I could’ve scratched it instead and pretended to be cool. Apparently, stubbles and beards make people koolth.



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First Impressions

First impressions,
Better be your best,
No one’s waiting around
To see what’s in store for the rest.

A small secret revealed,
Glasses of reveries,
A teaspoon of chagrin,
Imaginations and imageries.

You have to be cherry on the top,
A plump of sugar-coated pretensions,
Curses to that unholy image you’ve built up,
This isn’t time for self-detection.

Old men, tucked comfortably in the lady’s arms,
Belong to me, or belong not
They have the money, not the grace;
A tip of champagne, comparative gloat.

The party goes on,
Laughter, madness, sound of ’70s pop
Business deals signed, greens exchanged,
Hands down, the prettiest buys the lustiest shop.

The night comes to life,
Children forgotten, families non-existent,
Glittering blazers, gold-cupped stone rings
Escapade of earthly responsibilities.

Some things never change,
Some desires left forever unkempt,
They spent lives building dynasties,
Comfortable BMWs, the flashiest SUVs.
In vain? You make ask,
Or not,
Because first impressions are your last.

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Where Does The Good Go (Tegan & Sara)

Where do you go with your broken heart in tow
What do you do with the left over you
And how do you know, when to let go
Where does the good go, where does the good go
Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t find me attractive
Look me in the heart and tell me you won’t go
Look me in the eye and promise no love’s like our love
Look me in the heart and un break broken, it won’t happen
It’s love that breaks the seal of always thinking you would be
Real, happy and healthy, strong and calm, where does the good go
Where does the good go
Where do you go when you’re in love and the world knows
How do you live so happily while I am sad and broken down
What do you say it’s up for grabs now that you’re on your way down
Where does the good go, where does the good go

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Flying Without Wings (Westlife)

everybody’s looking for a something
one thing that makes it all complete
you’ll find it in the strangest places
places you never knew it could be

some find it in the face of their children
some find it in their lovers eyes
who can deny the joy it brings
when you’ve found that special thing
you’re flying without wings

some find it sharing every morning
some in their solitary lives
you’ll find it in the words of others
a simple line can make you laugh or cry

you find it in the deepest friendship
the kind you cherish all your life
and when you know how much that means
you’ve found that special thing
you’re flying without wings

so impossible as they may seem
you’ve got to fight for every dream
cos who’s to know which one you let go
would have made you complete

well for me it’s waking up beside you
to watch the sun rise on your face
to know that i can say i love you
at any given time or place

it’s little things that only i know
those are the things that make you mine
and it’s like flying without wings
cos you’re my special thing
i’m flying without wings

you re the place my life begins
you’ll be where it ends
i’m flying without wings
and that’s the joy you bring
i’m flying without wings

Lyrics of one my most favourite songs of all times. Originally by Ruben Studdard, it has been covered by several artists. Of the many versions I’ve listened to, I like Westlife’s one the most. Maybe because I discovered this song in their voice at a very early age, thus leaving an impression on me.

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