Getting pseudo-philo at Cha Bar
It's all a stupid game. You don't know where the end is, but you have to keep playing. You don't know how to win, but you know how you can lose.
And she said she got me, in a weird sort of way. =P
Sunday 28 June 2009
And she said she got me, in a weird sort of way. =P
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I'm guessing it was Nangia.
Was it?
And she was talking about life?
Bleurgh.
Ooh, that was profound!
And like something straight out of an inspiration type book, so whoever said it, Whoot.!
:)
Disha : Nangia.. not involved. And not life. That's too broad. =P
The Hedonistaah : Ooh. I'll take the whoot then. =)
Don't just play the game; change the rules of the game. You can either let the hand of fate control you through its pawn, or you can stand up and never look back. The only way to get the strength to do any of this is to remember the fact that you are going to be dead soon. You are already naked; what's there to loose?
I'd say it's a trek. You can settle down wherever your chose, you can end it when you choose and you can keep going till you run out of granola bars.
Who was it? Greg in female form?
Why leave your ETERNAL destiny up to chance in this FINITE existence? Trust Jesus, not yourself. God bless you.
sounds like golf.
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pac-man?
This is the kind of post that one should read after they are high on morphine.
Umm...
Monopoly..
:P
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