whats the plot

wanted to take a short break, so i decided to take out 20 minutes and write a silly song about farmville (it’s a rip off of ne yo’s “so sick” song). note that the lyrics (and thus the mp3) are in pre-alpha (and are not likely to see any future revisions).

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lyrics:

gotta change the favorites i have,
for the new design in store,
cuz right now i really can’t,
take it any more,
and i know it makes no sense,
cuz my farm is nice fo’ sure,
but i can’t wait for gas anymore.

it’s ridiculous…
it’s been weeks, i’ve been playing and i can’t get over it,
and my time’s worth more than this,
enough is enough,
no more sitting around, clicking around,
i am so tired of farmin’ up, to get ahead of you,

and i am so sick of farmville,
hear me loud and clear,
so done with planting, flowers and corn ears,
and i am so sick of farmville, and the much clickin’ fo sho’
so why won’t this game leave me alone?

got nice equipment on board,
a tractor and seeder,
too bad they’re as useless as,
a plastic weed eater,
i am so sick of running out of gas,
and clicking every square,
and how every click must be multiplied by three…

that’s the reason that i am so sick of farmville,
hear me loud and clear,
so done with planting, flowers and corn ears,
and i am so sick of farmville, and the much clickin’ fo sho’
so why won’t this game leave me alone?

said i am so sick of farmville,
hear me loud and clear,
so done with playing a game, makes me bored to tears,
and i am so sick of farmville, unless i find a bot,
so why won’t this game leave me alone?
why won’t this game leave me alone…

mok and i were chatting about makkah on im and we brought back a very old habit of ours from the days of highschool and college – rhyming about any and everything. so without further adieu, here’s a snippet from our im conversation:

omer: makkah makkah, i love u like i love my motha
you are a city like which there is no otha
above u the angels do hover
me: in you i am a little more pious
i drop my prejudice and all my bias
the times of salah set my pace, before the adhan to the haram i’d race
omer: as i see the nur coming off them hujjaj’s face
me: first floor, second floor, or even third
watching the tawaf made by humans and birds
omer and i: seein people doing tawaf around the clock
all types of people – doctors, engineers, nerds and jocks
omer: and as the clock, goes tick and the tock
u listening to the rhyme by mok and ak

by the way, you can see a few of the pictures i took at the haram here.

launched my second facebook app: sublime rhymes! still a little rough around the edges, some things can be a little more intuitive, but for now, i am going to sleep

fo’ shizzle my nizzle rapdizzle — lol i was talking to my boy OK and he got me in a rapping mode… so i started this codeish rap, first line of which is inspired (ripped) from eminem, and dumped it in achinb’s gtalk window… so per his suggestion, here it is..

my code is like a dagger with a jagged edge,
to push your computer over some big ledge,
java, python, and php,
easy stuff compared to c,
and then there are kids who do ajax,
simple little javascript hacks,
these script kiddies have no clue,
holding UIs together with glue.

other folks code in c#
better play a violin and drop that harp,
i don’t wanna care about what ms did,
or on which big company google may bid.

on second thought, i think i’ll stop it here and won’t post the rest :p

changing topics from the previous umm… interesting comments to the previous post, here was something i wrote up. i was gonna record it too but then i didn’t feel like it. but yeah. peace outs.

a few years ago in senior year
i had a confusion and a bit of fear
where should i go to university
would it be emory umich or GT

not sure and having no real clue
i chose GT as the thing to do
and as a cs major i began my school
thinking coding is fun and cool

and at tech i was to soon meet
people among the truly elite
friends whom i can’t equate
to anyone i’ve met till this date

and there i got my first real feel
of desi culture and the whole fob ordeal
saw all these dudes come up to me and say,
yaar, for shadi, doctor is the way

so i thought the solution would be
to persue a degree in biology
and take the mcats when time comes
and go to emory with my chums

but after ochem, out of my brain
the ideas went out the drain
and even at the cost of a biwi
there’d be no bio degree for me

and i got involved in MSA
and was invited to meetings of PSA
and all i got from all that stuff
is great friends and that’s enough

and while i could rap all day
i am running out of things to say
so peace out to all of you
especially those in my GT crew

based on the crazy slew of comments on the other posts, i came up with the idea of this thread…

basically, anyone who wants to participate should comment with a rap or rhyme of sorts, and ppl can reply back with their own raps and rhymes and yeah…

i just think it could be interesting… if people participate…