money can't buy you happiness, but it can buy you things that can make you happy. in other words, money can buy you happiness.
money is not everything. who cares about everything as long as you have the money.
drinking alcohol has never solved anybody's problems. but drinking milk, tea, water...has neither.
accident prone zone, turn right quickly and fall into the ditch. try staying straight on bombay roads without falling into one.
smoking might kill you. if it doesn't, life surely will.
well, yeah, life started on a wrong note today. overslept by 20 minutes. hit the gym 35 minutes later. missed the rocket to office. result: reached office 1 hour and 25 minutes late. waking up late sucks. there's so much to do - earn loadsa money, go paragliding, river rafting, rappling, camping, skydiving, go to the himalayas, meditate, buy the volkswagon beetle, drink sambuka in coffee, compose some tripping psy trance tracks, write a fantasy book, have the largest collection of books, build a psychedelic house, grow a forest, collect dino eggs, excavate a forgotten civilization...find my princess...somebody's got to stop the clock!
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money munny.
sittin here at the airport, so many people and still alone. theres a spare wheel for u dude.
lifes paradox...tick tock...we gonna die!
“Whoever said money can't buy happiness simply didn't know where to go shopping.”
Cheers,
Just A Human
“Many people take no care of their money till they come nearly to the end of it, and others do just the same with their time.”
Keep in touch with both
- Just A Human
right-ho! just a human, you speaketh right...hey rod, imagine this, every tick and tock is actually bringing us closer to that final tick or tock of our lives! live it up, dude!
so much to do so little time...
get thinner, help my class graduate, get my phd, write that book, get that car, those boots and that bag (my froogle wish list!), get that guy (my prince), get married, get that child out of me, get that tripple my salary job, get some sleep, get some health, get some peace, I'm off to get me some....
Now I can see myself hanging for dear life, an arm clutching the minute hand of THE CLOCK and the other hand holding on to a big money bag. Fifteen minutes of my life are passe; the minute hand on its way down. The money bag is dragging me down with every tick tock. I don't wanna let go of either. Damn you, ash. LGFAD :)
hey chris, get all you want and more; richie is hanging on to the minute hand :-) ra? where have u disappeared?
was in dubai. and for once didnt drink too much except for the first night. back in kuwait and there something fierce kickin up outside. stupid sandstorm!!
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