a careless whisper to ishan

repeating careless whisper on my walkman on my bed feeling hurt… before i know the meaning of hurt is. on the bed feeling how hurt this man is hanging on a rope singing about a whisper of a good friend. he sure is never gonna dance again. but it's easy to pretend. he's got a wasted chance to dance. but he's never gonna dance like he danced with you. on a bed of roses hurt by the thorns. the music seems so long tonight. she's flying off on a jet. please stay.

Hajja Day

Today (or tomorrow) we Maldivians mark the international day of Hajja. Today is the day all of us gather near Yasir Arafath and listen to the Friday prayers. The Hajja-Al-Wadhaa by late Maumoon Gayyoom was the most remarkable journey of human kind. All population of Male' gather near Endherimaage Maalam to pray and listen to the Last Sermon by Gayyoom (P.B.U.P). In his sermon he relates to the past, present and future of monkeys and apes and DRP members who is also MDP.

His closest of the friends Abu-Bakru-al-Zaki said Gayyoom is the never lying father of our religion called Extremism. Hajja is an extreme buddy who goes around naked wearing no underwear circling around a Kaubathul House of Fulhu. Fulhu is an very old and best activist of MDP. We love Hajja and Eid Mubaarik.

Note: Hajja will be circumcised from tomorrow. Party at house all night with shemales and winged pigs (free from bird and swine roaga) dancing in each others clothes.

SMS greetings are for lonely uptight old fashioned sissy loonies

Today I received few sms-cards from my friends from my atoll and Azeez and Family who moved to Trivendrapur after renting his Male' wife's bedroom and toilet to a flock of Banglish.

Sms-cards were almost fashionable long before mobile phones (pre-paid one-way) in this country exceeded the population. But now my coffee mates think that sending sms-cards and e-cards and things are too sissy and out of style. Well, they say that only lonely people who has nothing better to do sends these. Well it seems that nowadays a lot of people are like that.

Specially on meaningless fake occasions like independence days. If you are one of those loony people and non of your friends actually remembers you, you are probably counting days for these kind of opportunities and spend few Rufiyaas on mass smses. And you are lucky if any one of them reply, except for another lonely bored person, or out of sympathy. And you wait for another occasion impatiently. So lonely.

Now check your phone and run through the people who sends you these numbers. These are really sad and lonely people.

And on this day I have just one message. Do not re-elect the dick.