Feeling my way around

Love is blindness. I don't want to see
Wont you wrap the night around me
Take my heart.
Love is blindness.

In a parked car, in a crowded street
You see your love made complete.
The thread is ripping, the knot is slipping.
Love is blindness.

Love is clockworks and cold steel
Fingers too numb to feel.
Squeeze the handle, blow out the candle
Love is blindness.

Love is blindness. I don't want to see
Wont you wrap the night around me
Oh my love.
Blindness.

A little death without mourning
No call, and no warning
Baby...Was a dangerous idea
That almost made sense.

Love is drowning in a deep well.
All the secrets and no one to tell.
Take the money . Honey.
Blindness

Love is blindness. I don't want to see
Wont you wrap the night around me
Oh my love.
Blindness.


- Bono (Achtung Baby)

Lessons learnt alone

The following are true lessons that have been learnt by a socially inept, new but clueless employee with too much idle time resulting from spending his nights alone at a guesthouse that is bereft of entertainment sans 26 semi-clear television channels and tends to alternate his days guzzling or thinking how good he used to be at math a long while ago, all the while mulling how in the world he got here in the first place, but in stead sits down to create his most comprehensive post or at least his most time consuming one.

How things were supposed to be



Man, I wish



Why does time have to be money



Ah, those blissful mornings



Whats on TV? Push some buttons.



And you'll get hurt



Fitting in



Equilibrium at work



Eventually . . .



And the cycle repeats this week