Many Secrets I Have

Life is something that happens when you can't get to sleep. -Fran Lebowitz
Banker Wanker needs some sleep……

Love is like a bazaar: The admittance is free-- but it costs you something before you get out.- Unknown
True that, true that…..

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Overheard in Bankerland:

Salty Siap (colleague but not a friend) : “How is it going?”
Banker Wanker : “Getting there…getting there. How’s the family?”
Salty Siap : “Oh, well, things are better now, but not much better…….” *continues on for the longest time*
Banker Wanker : “Ohh, that’s tough…really”
Salty Siap : “And that’s not all……….” *continues spewing bits and pieces of news and information that is a tad personal in Banker Wanker’s humble opinion”
Banker Wanker : “Ohh….” *pretends to check blackberry* “Hey, the Lakers won!”
Banker Wanker ran for his dear life.

Banker Wanker: *cough cough cough*
Capon : “ I think I passed my cough to you”
Banker Wanker : “We didn’t even kiss”
Capon: “Kissing not required”
Banker Wanker : “Maybe you got cough germs on your ass”
Capon: “Huh?”
Banker Wanker: -_- *kiss ass, kiss ass….get it*
It was a slow day.....

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I get it, really I do. I take two steps forward, you pull me three steps backwards. I shuffle to the right for some space, you compress the left hand side, and in no time, I am slowly nudged to the edge of the cliff, looking down to see jagged rocks and crushing waves ready to greet free fallers. Its not that bad, its not that bad at all...thanks life, you rock.


Secrets by One Republic

I need another story
Something to get off my chest
My life gets kinda boring
Need something that I can confess
Til’ all my sleeves are stained red
From all the truth that I’ve said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw wink, no
I’ve been on the brink, so

Tell me what you want from here
Something that were like those years
Sick of all the insincere
So I’m gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don’t need another perfect line
Don’t care if critics never jump in line
I’m gonna give all my secrets away

My god, amazing how we got this far
It’s like we’re chasing all those stars
Who’s driving shiny big black cars
And everyday I see the news
All the problems that we could solve
And when a situation rises
Just write it into an album
Singing straight, too cold
I don’t really like my flow, no, so

Oh, got no reason, got not shame
Got no family I can blame
Just don’t let me disappear
I’mma tell you everything