This is a place where i scribble anything that haunts my mind. Hope one finds it readable. Sunday, August 26, 2012. Even after all this cross-examination he half-heartedly let me continue my loitering till the train actually came. Wednesday, April 11, 2012. I was standing there, near a big table. There was this old man shouting on the phone to the person on the other end.

Because I found three mindblowing covers of Lady Gaga songs. I discovered this one, Brett Domino, on Mental Floss. These guys are skilled! .

At this point, the top half of the outfit came off and a wizened Chinese lady emerged with a wad of dollar bills in her hand. I invite any Times Square haters reading this to Beat That. What the Columban had, however, was that rare, fuzzy warmth which I can only best describe as a sense of. How I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb. I wrote my first short story when I was eleven.

Friday, December 16, 2011. Friday, September 02, 2011.

The voices were gaining on him, yet his tired legs refused to go any faster. He had hoped the cops would keep their promise, keep him safe. Yet somehow, Anna got a whiff of his betrayal and had been chasing him for the last five hours. 8221; Saying so, he spat on his face and pulled the trigger. Munna woke up with a shudder, wet all over. He looked around and found himself right where he had slept off, in the same bush alo.