Wise man said!

IRC is like a bus station... we wait for our buses.. and we talk to strangers... some people are passengers.. others are ticket sellers and complete with the irritating beggars too... hehehe!


Thanks to ninetailsdemon... read what he came out with!

Many have come, many have gone
Aren't they all the same?
Rising and falling
In your eyes
Everything seems clear

Flying on eagles wings
Earth is but a distant memory
Reminising about the past
Not thinking of the future
Align the stars
Nothing can stop us now
Darling, we would be together
Eternity is now, and I'll be in your
Zenith


hahah read only the capital letters on the left hand side... :o)