Portugal existencial
кожнае слова ...em cada palavra nasce um mundo
кожная фраза ...em cada phrase nasce da pele um momento
тэкст ... texto de textos que nos ignoram, nos insultam, nos repudiam
жадання eu tinha os desejos de um mundo шмат tinha muitos
Заўсёды ёсць mas existem sempre barreiras fabricadas por nós ou pelos outros
From rore k...the last is very dark
هي التي شيدت بشكل جيد بلوق ، بسيطة وقابلة للتكيف
barreiras de medo
de negro humor
dos medos dos outros
لا تزال مثيرة للاهتمام
Thursday, June 3, 2010
50 ! wHo'z cOnTeNt
Well I thought ll try doing some informative humour instead of my usual blabber...
Politician - I have 3000 crore in my benami and fraudulent a/c's.
--> What do I want: More money, Another MP seat to screw yu , but remember its by the people, to the people for the people.
-->Blame: Opposition party, aam janata, The rich and mortal farmers.
IT felon - I earn 5 lakh per anum and wear Adidas shoes, multiplex, Weekend parties, Free abroad trips, Monkey,Bunji and company jumping/year.
-->What do I want : More, More, More .. Money, Car, Babe, money..money..money
-->Blame : Damn the company, manager and everyone for not givin me hike, claims, onsite!
Cricketer - I own a Hummer, Whole country on my ass, babes, $$$$$, and best of all I don’t get to pay tax.
-->What do I want: Hundred or Duck, I want my butt in the team and no criticism from media nor you public morons.
-->Blame: ooo IPL money hurts, my back, my groin, my injuries, Media, My Bat, ball, Australian team, catching!
I - "Look at him, wanna be like him"
He: " I wanna be like them"
They : " I want, I want, I want..."
HaRy Blogger - I have 49 posts with sarcasm and so called humour.
-->What does he want: Wanna be like J K Rowling, Chetan , without any creativity.
-->Blame : Busy work, taking too much stress, Blah Blah..., Recession ( don’t know why!)
Boy in Pic - Newspaper morning, washing cars, bring tea, posters, night street side shops.
-->What does he want : I want to study, I want to play, I want to laugh, I want a shirt.
-->Blame: who?..Brahma? The creator?
o humor dos outros são as nossas lagrimas
as nossas palavras dividem-nos
as nossas fés estrangulam-nos
