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Sparta

2006-12-19T09:41:00.000-08:00

I have never been to a concert so fucking awesome before. these guys are supercool

im officially in LOVE with them

I couldnt get a lot of nice pictures cause i was wayyyyyyy up.

you probably have to click on the picture to see anything at all. they were sooooo AWESOME.

if your at all interested heres a link to their video.

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=3522655184753943397&q=sparta+taking+back+control&hl=en

i loooooooooooooooooooovvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeee spaaaaaaaaartttttttttaaaaaaaa

2006-12-03T11:27:00.000-08:00

Water?

2006-09-23T07:17:00.000-07:00

i saw Jackass 2

i DO NOT remember the last time i laughed that much for any movie. 95 bloody mins and all i did was laugh, my throar still hurts. it was AWESOME!

if you wanna go see it, i should warn you- some parts of it are pretty nasty but 90% of it is awesome.

i saw it on thursday beacuse i wont tickets on the radio (as usual) is was awesome

see here

2006-09-12T18:10:00.000-07:00

I did not write the following, i just found it online and i HAD to post it cause im pretty sure that most of you havent read it.

I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, start out dead and get it out of the way. Then you wake up in an old age home feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, then, when you start work, you get a gold watch on your first day. You work 40 years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You drink alcohol, you party, you're generally promiscuous and you get ready for High School. You go to primary school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a baby, then, you spend your last 9 Months floating peacefully with luxuries like central heating, spa, room service on tap, larger quarters everyday, and finally you finish off...as an orgasm.. I rest my case.

Dig a hole

2006-08-09T09:48:00.000-07:00

The radio interview with Kevin Weeks the author of Brutal. He is a part of an Irish mob and once he got out the mob or whatever he wrote a book and Im reading it right now so I'l tell you more when I finish.

radio guy: So Kevis bla bla bla
KEvin: bla bla bla

Now this part is the part worth writing about. Its not word to word so dont sue me.

radio guy: So how many murders were you involved in?
Kevin: 5 murders.

radio guy: so how do you go about killing people, is there a procedure you follow or you just go around shooting people?
kevin: no we do follow a procedure. First after we get a name and adress of the person to be killed we go dig a hole and put the dirt in duffle bags. Once we kill the person we just dump the guy into the hole and throw the dirt out of the duffle bags onto the dead body. We dont waste too much time digging and again pushing the dirt around. And sometimes we squeeze a lemon/citrus on the body so that it decays faster but you gotta be careful with the kinda lemon your using cause if you use the wrong kind you might just mummify the body and you DONT want that.

TIME OUT. seiously are you human Mr Kevin Weeks? I do hope he never reads this blog :-p for all I know there could be some nice conversations starters like where would you like hole to be dug?

2006-07-21T21:16:00.000-07:00

Monday: 3am
I got the phone call so I had to drive to the hospital at that ungodly hour after grabbing some food for the rest of the family. After 9 months of seem serious hard core pregnancy the baby was born and he was the most adorable little thing I ever laid my eyes on.
I was the designated chauffer in a car that with no a/c and with temperatures soaring at a 100 degrees I was willing to do anything to avoid going into the sun but I had to at least twice a day. Last night on my way back from the hospital, I was willing to make love to the signal as long as it stayed green and let me go without waiting for it turn back to green even without a damn car coming by.
As much as I love driving, driving when its so fucking hot was just plain down right annoying. My eyes hurt so much that everyone who came to visit the baby at the hospital thought I looked more tired than the woman who delivered the baby. My eyes wanted to go take a dip in the pool, and I dint have the time. Im so very glad we'r back home, at least now I get to stay outta the sun.

2006-07-14T17:28:00.000-07:00

Sometimes

Life sucks

BUT its just a phase, I know that, I know it gonna get better.
Im just hoping that I convince myself long enough before it gets worse.

2006-07-12T07:21:00.000-07:00

Stupid fucking terrorist are messing with the wrong over populated country. Little did they know what they're getting into, for all you know some IIT kids could be directing a bomb that will be oblivious on any radar to kill half of their country, but here is the thing, we wont do something like that cause even the kids in our country are a million times better than those fucking terrorist freak shows. SCREW YOU-your gonna rot in hell and please look frwd to it considering your not gonna live long enought because one of the meteorites from the sky might just blow a hole in your skull. COWARD

I got this in my mail

Dear Terrorist,

Even if you are not reading this we don't care. Time and again you
tried to disturb us and
disrupt our life - killing innocent civilians by planting bombs in
trains, buses and cars. You
have tried hard to bring death and destruction, cause panic and fear
and create communal
disharmony but everytime you were disgustingly unsuccessful. Do you
know how we pass our life in
Mumbai? How much it takes for us to earn that single rupee? If you
wanted to give us a shock
then we are sorry to say that you failed miserably in your ulterior
motives. Better look
elsewere, not here.

We are not Hindus and Muslims or Gujaratis and Marathis or Punjabis and
Bengaliies. Nor do we
distinguish ourselves as owners or workers, govt.
employees or private employees. WE ARE MUMBAIKERS (Bombay-ites, if you
like). We will not allow
you to disrupt our life like this. On the last few occassions when you
struck (including the 7
deadly blasts in a single day killing over 250 people and injuring 500+
in 1993), we went to
work next day in full strength. This time we cleared everything within
a few hours and were back
to normal - the vendors placing their next order, businessmen
finalizing the next deals and the
office workers rushing to catch the next train. (Yes the same train you
targetted)

Fathom this: Within 3 hours of the blasts, long queues of blood
donating volunteers were seen
outside various hospital, where most of the injured were admitted. By
12 midnight, the hospital
had to issue a notification that blood banks were full and they didn't
require any more blood.
The next day, attendance at schools and office was close to 100%,
trains & buses were packed to
the brim, the crowds were back.
The city has simply dusted itself off and moved one - perhaps with
greater vigour.

We are Mumbaikers and we live like brothers in times like this. So, do
not dare to threaten us
with your crackers. The spirit of Mumbai is very strong and can not be
harmed.

Please forward this to others. U never know, by chance it may come to
hands of a terrorist in
Afghanistan, Pakistan or Iraq and he can then read this message which
is specially meant for
him!!!

With Love,
From the people of Mumbai (Bombay)

Sita Maha laxmi

2006-07-10T19:56:00.000-07:00

And all the roads we have to walk along are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
I don't know how

Because maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall

Happy Birthday baby gurl. I hope you have a wonderful day even though some of the closest friends of yours are miles away. I know you've got my back :) I sure hope you know that I've got yours.

And Im kicking myself for losing your phone number.

THEY WON!

2006-07-09T14:55:00.000-07:00

THey WON. I dont believe this. THEY ACTUALLY WON and Im sooooo bloody happy for them. DAMN it feels good to have your team win. Here are some pictures that I havent taken. :)

and here's to the my man grosso who drove it home.

2006-07-08T14:58:00.000-07:00

Yes, its going to be ITALY so go ahead bet all you money on france. I have a gift people, I can make the team I support lose.

I mean its gotta be ITALY right? I love the food, the place and the football players sooo yeah lets allow italy to lose.

Would somebody be nice enought to me and tell me when the match is going take place. IST is fine too.

2006-07-05T14:52:00.000-07:00

They won, holy shit. They won after I supported them. Actually I did start out by supporting France but then looking at Portugal struggle so much I changed my mine, I started supporting Portugal and whining and frowning every time they came close to scoring a goal and missed. So obviously Portugal had to lose. I do feel really bad for them, they kinda really tired real hard. By the way what the hell was with Figo and that French goal keeper exchanging jerseys? I know it has something to do with being a sport or whatever but ewwww those jerseys were dripping with sweat like they were just removed from water. I wouldn’t even go close to a footballer player after a match and they exchanged jerseys??? I wanted to run in front of the guy and ask him what kinda weird opponent sweat fetish he had. Those players have some serious hygiene issues. SO yeah that’s that. I’m not sure who I should support on Sunday. I absolutely love Italian food so I guess Italy it is. Yeah, yeah don’t laugh at me, that’s how I pick a team to support. Deal with it. If any of you have big money on any team make sure you let me know so I can stop supporting it-it’ll cost you obviously.

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I did go out last night to watch the fireworks. PRETTY nice, I’d say. I din get to see them last time because I was in India. I was stuck to my phone talking to a friend until they started but once they did it was hard to talk and admire the little twinkling lights above so I hung up and stared in a little bit of awe. Fireworks---they fell nothing short of gorgeous. I loved the sight of it, it was pretty cool for a summer evening and I absolutely loved it. I just wished I had some more friends of mine around me, would have been fun.

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Oh yeah I was mighty pissed when Germany lost yesterday. My jaw hit the floor and stayed there for quite sometimes.

2006-07-01T16:59:00.000-07:00

So

Who wants to go to germany with me?

Not that I have the money to take you there with me or anthing but just for kicks. Apparently my friends brother went to germany to watch FIFA, just for kicks. I decided that one fine day Im gonna be just like him, i'l spend a stupid amount of money to watch a bunch of seriously hot guys run around and kick a ball here and there.

Yeah im bored. I have to be somewhere RIGHT about now but I just dont want to go. Bah life sucks sometimes.

BOOOORRRRRIIIIIINNNNNNG.

2006-06-27T14:47:00.001-07:00

OH MY GOD

spain lost
USA lost
ghana lost

everytime i supported a team they lose. what is the point of watching a game when the damn team you support never wins??

Im going to support Germany this friday, they bloody better win.

2006-06-24T17:19:00.000-07:00

I stole this picture off the internet.

Sure seems comfortable to have the way lit.

I wish my way was lit too.
I wish I dint have to worry about walking in the dark.

2006-06-20T18:38:00.000-07:00

Ok, So this sucks. I had a horrid day. Actually that would be an understatement.

I got up early hoping I’d get to work early but as I got up, I looked at the book I tried finishing last night and I said “fuck it” I’m finishing it now and with my droopy eyes I sat on the floor leaning against the bed, I finished reading one of the most fun books ever.

At 9:30 as I went downstairs, hungry, I was ushered into the car with just a fat free Strawberry smoothie in hand so that we would avoid being late for the doctor’s appointment just this one time. Im gonna kill the person who stocked it in my fridge, it taste terrible.I finished my utterly disgusting breakfast and we reached the Hospital after which we went to a million more places and I wanted to die at 3 o’clock when we finally decided that it was enough for the day. We got back home. WE realized that we need to fill up the car with gas for the next day so it was obviously me who had to go to a gas station and fill it up.

I stood there half dead and wanting to jump into the swimming pool after I go home when I realized my feet are wet. Haaa you would like to think that I had the petrol nozzle all wrong and ended pouring petrol all over my legs, wouldn’t you??? BUT no, I don’t fucking know what I stepped into. I sat there staring at a pool of liquid that looked transparent. Is that petrol? If it is then why is it not evaporating? Why is it just sitting there on the floor and on my toes just shinning in the sun? I’m panicking now, What if it’s dog pee? Worse what if it’s cat pee? EWW

I’m disgusted, just then I hear that thing beep and I’m done with the gas and I get out of the gas station half engrossed in my own thoughts. I skip a red light and I do million other things wrong, for all I know the surveillance camera could have caught me breaking the signal and I could have a $500 ticket waiting for me in the mail tomorrow.

And to top it off I had the worst possible mangoes ever, just an hour ago, they taste awful. I’ve never had anything that tasted any worse.

Yeah, I think I’m don’t for the day.

Reading the book

2006-06-19T13:00:00.000-07:00

I did something stupid. I asked my dad to send me books. I tried reading them. I honestly did and every time I open them I decide that I’ll atleast try and read a significant amount so I could atleast talk to him about it when he calls but I have so many more interesting fun books that philosophy doesn’t completely appeal to me. He mails me almost everyday and we speak atleast twice a week, we rarely run out of topics but sometimes we do and he’s suddenly asking me how I found that book he sent last month. Oh GOD I know im going to have to read it one of these days and Im going to hell otherwise.

Just to make sure I don’t forget about it, I left it right next to my bed, every morning when I wake up, I see that book staring at me like a puppy on a chilly December morning, begging me to take it into my arms and cover it with my blanky. Damn that book. Did anyone read Fountain Head – Ayn Rand??? Can you tell me something about it??? Something that makes it sound like I read it and all….

Why do I keep getting myself into there things??? uggggh

Bacon-- YUCK

2006-06-18T09:00:00.000-07:00

Im bored.

I mean you always get bored right, as in once in a while. I have a lot of stuff to do yet I find myself getting bored. Yesterday I sat in front of the television for 8 hours, there were a million nice movies playing and yet I got BORED. Then I decided there is no point sitting in front of the idiot box so I called up a friend of mine and turns out she was getting bored too. Although both of us were swamped with work, we some how found the time to get bored on a gorgeous Saturday night.

So, we the smart and extremely bored decided to figure out why we were exceptionally bored. An hour later we just came to a conclusion that we have nothing to look forward to in life so we are bored. Right now, I could care less if we were even right or not. I hung up on her an hour later and found myself drinking coffee at 9:30 in the night, what kind of a bored idiot drinks coffee close to bed time? My kind, apparently.

I tried to watch tv again, nothing happened. I heard the phone ring and with some serious hopes of being rescued from boredom I ran to pick it up before the machine could take. It was dad, he spoke to me for a bit and he had to run too so he left me bored all over again. Then I tried reading a book that sucked big time-so at 11:30 I saw myself looking into the mirror wanting to kill someone, DAMN.

Then I went downstairs sat in front of the television, I finally found myself watching Fools Rush in for the nth time. At 1’o clock the movie ended and again I was sliding into boredom when I switched to Food Network. I saw “Iron Chef America” for one full hour when they cooked different kinds of bacon (pig fat) and hell I don’t even eat bacon. I’m seriously beginning to wonder if there’s something wrong with me.

P.S: I’m still BORED!!!!!

2006-06-14T15:17:00.000-07:00

Me and Sita have this very nice lovey dovey relationship. WE abuse the living hell out of each other. Most people think girls don’t use bad words-why katte?

This is how we usually say things.

Me : bah why arent u online
Me : whore
Me : did u die or what?
Me : are you online or what whore
Me : come online

Sita : when the fuck dya come online re whore
Sita : bloody mind blowing news i have boleto ur never there
Sita : thoo

Me : where are u re whore
Me : death to u
Me : what u wanted to tell
Me : now i hyper u can tell no
Me : im excited and nothings going on in my life
Me : chi chi
Me : what kind of a friend are u
Me : chi chi thu thu
Me : ok ma tata

Me : abey oh motherchooth why dint u call?
Me : i waited for your motherfucking call
Me : death to YOU
Me : DIE BITCH DIE
Me : yeah thats gonna kill u
Me : btw i have my drivers license
Me : can u belive it
Me : i actually passed the damn thing
Me : fuuuuuuuucccccccck
Me : wogie ma ddeath to u again
Me : tata

Me : I WANT TO KNOW WHY YOU ARE NOT ONLINE
Me : ASK CHIKOO TO CAL ME ASAP OR ELSE YOU WILL DIE
Me : DIE DIE DIE DIE
Me : xx-|
Me : u will DIE DIE DIE
Me : ASK HER TO CALL ME ASAP else SHE WILL DIE TOO

Wogie, so well its me doing the yelling most of the time, she doesn’t so much cause may be- she doesn’t love me or shes lazy. If you don’t think shes lazy then wait, I forgot my point.

Oh well either way, im bored, your bored which is why your reading this bullsheeet.
Wogie doggie, im cho very mother bored u have no very idea at wall.

tada

And then we turned one last time.

2006-06-12T11:11:00.000-07:00

The following incident took place sometime during the month of July last summer in India.

I decided that I should take a programming course since I suck at it. My class was filled with a ridiculous amount of shashis so I preferred to not talk to any of them and as time passed they were convinced that I was this proud bitch so it all worked out fine. I was the odd one out since I was the only one wearing a jeans and a t-shirt instead of salwars with dupattas and fake charminar accessories.

So this one very fine morning, I was on my way to class and there is this place that looks something like a railway tunnel on a smaller and cleaner scale that I had to go through. So there I was, walking through it to go into the building and there was someone coming out of it. I couldn’t see this guys face but he looked vaguely familiar. As I was trying to figure, my phone went off and by the time I picked up, answered and hung up the guy was past me and I couldn’t look at him, so just before he could go into the sun I turned around to see and JUSt then he turned around to look at me---the hindi filmi moment happened just then where the hero and heroin turn back one last time to look at each other before they go their separate ways.

The minute I saw him, I knew exactly who he was- he was one of the shashis from my class. Fucking shit, I had my first ever filmi moments with a shashi from my computer class-life sucks!

I remembered this sad episode because I was watching a Hindi movie with a similar scene and I wanted to die.

Photo Diary number 5

Amish people---chek'em outtt!

2006-06-03T10:21:00.000-07:00

Its official, I have dust allergies. I spent the whole of yesterday cleaning the first floor of my house and ended up sneezing until half my eyes decided to pop out. I still have to finish the basement and the first floor. Good luck to me. If you see me not completely dead next time, please do NOT forget to congratulate my organs for recovering from all that sneezing.
So lately I’ve been telling cos theta that I’d make a nice little post about my little incident that took place in the American Consulate-Chennai.
I was just looking for the copy of the interview that I had written down somewhere but as it turns out I don’t have one. I don’t remember deleting it but honestly I don’t feel like writing the whole thing down right now but I promised cos theta and now she’ll be furious if I don’t so I will.

SO this was July 16th 2004 —I think.
Dad and I flew into Madras a day earlier and I still remember we ate at a restaurant that served some excellent Malaysian cuisine, I’d show you pictures but I don’t have any. We went back to our hotel and the next day had breakfast (still no pictures) and then we were at the American Consulate well ahead of time. I went into the building with all the panicked half dead wanna-goto-america-to-do-something-with-my-life people.
Once you go in, you have to go past a security check point where they’d check if you are contemplating killing the CIA Agents in there. Once they confirm that you are not a terrorist and that you are not going to plant a bomb killing half of Chennai they’ll contemplate letting you in.
Then you are at the second phase where they pull out all your documents, your I-20, your passport, photographs, your GRE/SAT scores (or whatever applicable) and all the other documents that are relevant to the Visa you’re applying. All of that will be put in a folder and number put on the folder will be the precise number given to you. Mine was 434 (I think) and I was given a yellow folder which is apparently a VIP folder because of which I was made to wait a good effin 3 hours before I was subjected to my interview.
While I’m at it let me tell you about how careless I was. I took passport size pictures for my interview. And apparently I was stupid enough to take pictures of the wrong size, so I got kicked out of the Consulate, I had to go across the street, take pictures and come back within 30mins after which I got back inside, cut through the line and went straight to the interview room (if you could call it that) So I would suggest you pay some attention to details, like the size of the photograph requested.

I waited for my interview for 3 fucking hours after which I was in a state where I didn’t even care if I got the damn visa. Finally I heard my number and went to a window, where he asked me a bunch of stupid questions. And he blabbered something to me, smiled and asked me to go.
After which I smiled and then I wondered weather I had a visa or not, because I understood what he said throughout the interview but in the end when he smiled and asked me leave I drew blanks, I didn’t understand a word he spoke. I just smiled and left WITHOUT my passport. Which means that he should’ve kept my passport so it could be stamped and sent back home, RIGHT?
After getting out of that damned building there was some kissing and hugging and celebration after which I told dad I wasn’t sure if I had the visa. Bottom line is if they kept your passport then your getting your visa BUT BUT BUT I’m special. I already had a valid visiting visa which was valid for 5yrs, so dad and I sat dumb struck trying to figure out if he kept my passport to give me a student visa or to cancel the existing valid visiting visa.
If your visa was rejected then they’d give you a paper with the date stamped on it and the reason for rejecting you on the basis of a Potential Immigrant or whatever. So we looked at the file I had taken inside and searched if he had given me a rejection paper and I had some how missed it, but we found none so we decided to take comfort from it and just wait for the passport to get home. I got the passport a couple of days later and obviously my visa was there.
So here’s what I have to say to people who might be applying for a visa and for some really insane reason reading my blog.
1—Get the right type of photos
2—Don’t panic.
3—Watch a lot of English movies if your week in catching the American accent.
4—Dress comfortable, I wore a jeans and a t-shirt. The last thing you wanna worry about there is how you look. Just look good and feel comfortable. It will be slightly cool inside, take a jacket along if you don’t find it cold then just leave it on your chair while you go meet the horrible person whose gonna interview you. Take my word for it, no one would be interested in stealing you’re jacket, even if it’s GUCCI.
5—This is the most important one, make sure you greet that guy, something semi casual. A good morning or a smiley hi would be nice.
If any of you have questions I’ll answer them but I’d have to charge you a couple hundred dollars.

Photo Diary entry 3 (or was it 4?)
These were the stairs we had to take to go down to the train/tram that we had to take to go to the top of the arch. These stairs remind me of this horrible movie called “The Texas Chainsaw massacre”

Yes, Yes I know that looks like a toilet seat and my sister asked me why I took a picture of the toilet seat. It’s the tram that you’d have to sit in on your way up. That little box which could make a claustrophobe die will seat 5 people. 2 on either sides of the chair that looks like a toilet seat.

Im bloody moving katte

2006-06-01T09:17:00.000-07:00

I came across the most shashi blog I've ever read just a few mins ago. I would love to link it here and have some fun but I wouldnt want that guy finding out and stuff.

So whats going on in my life? Nothing, bloody NOTHING at all, Im so very very bored that Im at a point where I'm sleeping 12 hours a day and reading 2 books a week. Im sure thats common for some of you but not for me.

Did I say that I was buying a digicam? I dont remember, Anyway I was gonna buy one for myself, but since Im an idiot I went around telling people that I would and eventually somebody had to talk me out of it. Now Im supposed to be buying one during the Thanksgiving sale or something. Who gives a shit? Im sure I'l change my mind by then anyway.

Whatelse?

Im apprently moving, I dont know where. New York or Colorado- apprenly the most expected places, In a years time, I'l be moving. I wanna go to someplace nice, Im not sure where.

Im not interested in going to Colorado, which is where Id be going most likely. I wanna go some place where I wouldnt have to worry about anything. I should go back to India. screw enginerring, Im going back to india and getting wasted everyday!

As promised more pictures of the food i ate. This was my lunch when I was at the St Louis Arch. More chicken!

On second thoughts may be you guys are better off without me owning a digi cam, I'd be torturing you gusy with the food I ate all the bloody time.

2006-05-30T08:52:00.000-07:00

I’m backkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!! I’m not that excited about it. I’m just making it sound that way. I wish I was still there with my cousins, life sucks at home.
So, I do have a million pictures, 443 to be precise though. So what now? I’l post some every week until one of you yells at me or I get bored, Im sure one of those two will happen soon. I did take a lot of pictures but since I’m so smart and all, instead of using my sister digital camera I used my married sister camcorder that also works as a digi-cam so the pictures dint turn out that great BUT if you saw them as thumbnails like I did when I was taking them, you’d think they’re gorgeous just like me.

Ok so the pictures, you know what, I don’t care if you are excited about the pictures or not, I so totally am. Screw you bleeeh

This is the view from my bedroom, nice no? I thought so too.

I’m a foodie, so this was my brkfast, 3 large pancakes and a box of hashbrowns later, along with me were my very non-hungry sisters, it did cost us a fortune though.

Then we went to the metro, yelled at each other, had some fist fights among ourselves for no good reason and took some pictures and got onto the train to see the arch. This is the St Louis arch from the metro tunnel or whatever it’s called.

Then came some random walking downtown and then some good old drinking and thai food. My pictures of food include some chicken (dead ofcourse) so if you’re a veggie then you take lite, don’t lecture me about killing animals and stuff.

Enough no now? You got bored no? yeah? No? bleh

2006-05-24T12:31:00.000-07:00

Ok so Im bored which is why Im posting twice a day, I acutally considered posting every hour too,oh I know you cant get enough of my typos and stuff, cmon admit it.

So Im here to help out my friend/fellow blogger Sita.

If you dont know what Im talking about go read her blog but I know you people are lazy as hell and I wont try to bug you, so being the nice person that I am i'l tell you.

So we have a crisis. The "we" here includes almost everyone I know and Chickoo (a friend of ours who handls fights real well who decided to disappear) Its no that we cant control this but we need her input. Now let me tell you a little about this Chickoo person, she has a knack for disappering whe shes wanted the most. She goes to Bombay every summer and doesnt call anyone up. So here we are dying to get in touch with her. While my friend sita just made a post on her blog that just says that Chickoo should call her up if she reads it but I would like to take a step further and say IF you currently reside in Bombay please go around screaming her name and if someone answers then ask her to call sita asap.

OK I've lost it, I had nothing to do so I figured I'l post besides I was inspired after seeing Sitas post. I promise I wont post till I come back :)

2006-05-24T09:58:00.000-07:00

So thats where I'l be staying for the next 5 days, dont get scared if I dont reply to your comments, I wont be dead. Although the odds of me getting stoned and dying are extremely high, so if I dont reply to any comments within a week then worry, not like you care anyway.

So I will be staying at Radisson, its better than Holiday Inn which was proposed by my sister earlier and I was very close to killing her.

Wogie, I love you guys dont forget me.
I'l post a million pictures when I get back *glee*

2006-05-23T12:26:00.000-07:00

PLEASE, I am begging you. READ THIS.

Karan Thapar: One way forward would be to increase the total number of seats.
Arjun Singh: Yes, definitely.

Karan Thapar: But the problem is that, as the Times of India points out, we are talking of an increase of perhaps as much as 53 per cent. Given the constraints you have in terms
of faculty and infrastructure, won't that order of increase dilute the quality of education?
Arjun Singh: I would only make one humble request, don't go by The Times of India and The Hindustan Times about faculty and infrastructure, because they are trying to focus on an argument which they have made.

Karan Thapar: All right, I will not go by The Times of India, let me instead go by Sukhdev Thorat, the Chairman of the UGC. He points out that today, at higher education levels - that is all universities, IITs and IIMs - there is already a 1.2 lakh vacancy number. Forty per cent of these are in teaching staff, which the IIT faculty themselves point out that they have shortages of up to 30 per cent. Given those two constraint, can you increase the number of seats?
Arjun Singh: That can be addressed and that shortage can be taken care of.

Karan Thapar: But it can't be taken care of in one swoop, it will take several years to do it.
Arjun Singh: I don't know whether it can be taken care of straightway or in stages, that is a subject to be decided.

Karan Thapar: Let me ask you bluntly, if you were to agree to compensate for reservations for OBCs by increasing the number of seats, would that increase happen at one go, or would it be staggered over a period of two-three or four year old process.
Arjun Singh: As I told you, it is an issue that I cannot comment upon at this moment because that is under examination.

Karan Thapar: So, it may happen in one go and it may happen in a series of several years.
Arjun Singh: I can't speculate on that because that is not something on which I am free to speak on today.

Karan Thapar: Will the reservation for OBCs, whatever figure your Committee decides on, will it happen in one go, or will it slowly be introduced in stages?
Arjun Singh: That also I cannot say because, as I told you, all these issues are under consideration.

Karan Thapar: Which means that everything that is of germane interest to the people concerned is at the moment 'under consideration' and the government is not able to give any satisfaction to the students who are deeply concerned.
Arjun Singh: That is not the point. The government knows what to do and it will do what is needed.

Karan Thapar: But if the government knows what to do, why won't you tell me what the government wants to do?
Arjun Singh: Because unless the decision is taken, I cannot tell you.

Karan Thapar: But you can share with me as the minister what you are thinking.
Arjun Singh: No.

Karan Thapar: So, in other words, we are manitaining a veil of secrecy and the very people who are concerned...
Arjun Singh: I am not maintaining a veil of secrecy. I am only telling you what propriety allows me to tell you.

Karan Thapar: Propriety does not allow you to share with the people who are protesting on the streets what you are thinking of?
Arjun Singh: I don't think that that can happen all the time.

Karan Thapar: But there are people who feel that their lives and their futures are at stake and they are undertaking fasts until death.
Arjun Singh: It is being hyped up, I don't want to go into that.

Karan Thapar: Do you have no sympathy for them?
Arjun Singh: I have every sympathy.

Karan Thapar: But you say it is being hyped up.
Arjun Singh: Yes, it is hyped up.

Karan Thapar: So, then, what sympathy are you showing?
Arjun Singh: I am showing sympathy to them and not to those who are hyping it up.

Karan Thapar: For seven weeks, they have been protesting in the hot sun. No minister has gone there to appease them, to allay their concerns, to express sympathy for them. Have politicians let the young people of India down?
Arjun Singh: Well, I myself called them. They all came in this very room.

Karan Thapar: But you are the only one.
Arjun Singh: You are accusing me only. No one else is being accused.

Karan Thapar: What about the Government of India? Has the Government of India failed to respond adequately?
Arjun Singh: From the Government of India also, the Defence Minister met them.

Karan Thapar: Only recently.
Arjun Singh: That is something because everyone was busy with the elections.

Karan Thapar: For seven weeks no one met them.
Arjun Singh: No, but we are very concerned. Certainly, all of us resent the kind of force that was used. I condemned it the very first day it happened.

Karan Thapar: All right, Mr Arjun Singh. We have reached the end of this interview. Thank you very much for speaking on the subject.

Someone please explain him to me. Is it just me or is this mentally unstable moron the biggest loser known to mankind. PLEASE someone go kill him, he’s wasting the oxygen on this planet. Whose brilliant idea was it to bring him to this planet? Kill his parents first (i.e. if they are still alive after giving birth to and raising the biggest wimp EVER)

GO read the whole thing at
http://www.ibnlive.com/news/decision-on-quota-is-final-arjun/11063-4-single.html

Im bored

2006-05-22T10:31:00.000-07:00

I was having a shitty day today. I walked into work and this black lady I work with said " Its so hot in here, did you turn up the heat?" and I said "nooo, dint you realize that I just walked in?"

If your not laughing then go die somewhere, she laughed for like 10mins.

2006-05-19T12:24:00.000-07:00

Please go ahead and sign this

If you dont want to sign it then you dont have to come back here, ever again.

Shashi

2006-05-18T10:34:00.000-07:00

Shashi- This word was invented by a friend of mine.
Since most of you read my blog on regular basis and I’m writing often this summer, I think its imperative that you understand the true meaning of ‘shashi’ because that will help me write better than I am now.

For starters, Any man/woman/girl/boy (or whatever) can be called a shashi, to emphasize that the shashi I could be referring to, I would say

Shashi Kanth for a boy and Shashi Kala for a girl, but normally I’d just say Shashi.

I will now give you several different examples of shashi.

How would someone qualify to be a shashi?

(1)
First day of college, you walk into your class and you look at the boys and girls (since I had to go sit on the girls side) I walked by the first, second, third, fourth row and sat on the fifth bench next to short&stinky. She introduced herself and so did I. As the class progressed I realized that I shouldn’t be sitting next to her because- She had a cold (I don’t have anything against sick people but) she took out her little kleenex or tissue paper or whatever the hell its called and blew her nose into it making a loud obnoxious noise (now I don’t mind this either,you gotta do what you gotta do, but) then she carefully retracted the stuffing in her nose out and opened her tissue paper and started into the green stuff. I was dangerously close to throwing up.---This would be an excellent example of a ‘shashi’

(2) You meet people all the time (unless you’re a sociopath and you prefer interacting online than in person which make kinda pathetic) and sometimes you are forced to speak in English although you are sure that the other person has no knowledge whatsoever. How a person speaks in English can be a very effective tool to identify a ‘shashi’

--- Normal people say Pants= while shahis say fants (this person can be considered shashi inside out)

---Governament (Gov-ment) = gov-ar-na-ment (Cmon which school are you from?)

---social=shoshal (I felt like slapping the girls who said that.)

---your=youver (learn shashi learn )

Well there are millions more but you get the point.

(3) How a person dresses also helps identify a shashi clearly. Now, your going to a freaking pub, how about letting go of those pre historic great grandmothers gold anklets eh?

(4) I’m not entirely sure how to identify if a guy is shashi at all times but I can definitely point a shashi among girls.

---When you see a girl wearing Wooden heels of ANY kind, gentlemen, you’ve got yourself a shashi.

--If you see a girl with 2 pony tails (on a regular basis) -------*drum rolls* shashi

--If you see a girl with oiled hair in your classroom------------shashi

--If you see a girl with oiled hair and you think theres nothing wrong with the coconut oil stink coming out of her and filling in the classroom then you my dear dear friend are qualified to be a shashi yourself!

-- If you see a girl driving a luna (I don’t know that exactly its called)------shashi

--If you see a girl in half-saree in your college on regular college days----I will bet my life on it that she’ll qualify as a shashi.

Now Im hoping ‘shasi’ has gotten through to you. If you’ve read this whole post and thought that I’m talking crap and all this doesn’t necessarily mean that a person is some what geeky/shashi then You are undoubtedly qualified to become a ‘lalli’ which happened to be a notch above a shashi.

2006-05-16T12:22:00.000-07:00

My holiday of 4 days starts in about 8 days, I cant wait to get out of this stupid place.
I am however excited about seeing Da vinci code this thrusday.

I got up today morning and switched on NDTV, I prefer NDTV (dramatic 24X7) to CNN (constant negative news)

BREAKING NEWS: Da Vinci code release to be delayed (or something like that, I dont wanna be sued for not using the exact words)

The Vatican city wont allow or something.

The whole world is conspiring against me having fun

bleh

meanwhile look at this picture

EDIT: I did want to ask you guys this one question.

NOTE: The following paragraph is relevant to Da Vinci Code, so if you havent read it yet and you intend to read it and all dont read the rest of it, its highly likely that you'd want to kill me, so dont read.
go away shu shu

I just had one question.

Do you guys thinks children of Jesus are still alive today?
Just wanted to know what people thought.

2006-05-14T10:38:00.000-07:00

I WANT MUMMY

2006-05-12T10:55:00.000-07:00

Im scared
There I said it, Im so scared, Im very very very fuckeduply scared.
You know how your throat aches when you cry endlessly and your throat swells up and then theres' a point when you want to just cut it and throw it away, thats how my throat feels right now. For the record I havent cried at all, does that mean Im allergic to something new now?

Im scared, im so fucking scared, I dont know who to talk to about this, I tried talking but it just makes me more scared, cause all I hear people saying is "its ok" " you'l figure it out" I dont know if i will figure something out, I dont want to people telling me that it wil be ok, I want this felling out of me, I cant live with this hanging around me trying to strangle me to death. Im so scared, Im scared, Im scared, Im scared I keep saying that but this feeling in my neck wont go away. If the paper you read tomorrow has headlines that says "girl suicides because she found her neck did annoying things" then dont laugh, cause thats me.

And I'd like tulips for my funeral please.

2006-05-09T10:28:00.000-07:00

This happened last sunday and well I have nothing to write and since crapper wont stop writing shit I decided I should move on.

I was at my cousin's soccer practice and he was in there with the his coach trying to learn how to use his feet instead of his hands inorder to play some good old soccer in the mean time there was another kid behind me holding onto his dad's hand like it was his life, and this is how the conversation went:

son: I dont wannna go
dad: why?
son: I dont know
dad: do you wanna go home?
son: yeah
dad: well if we go home now we'r not coming back next week either
son: i wanna go home to mommy
dad: so u dont wanna play soccer?
dad: do you wanna play football? your too small for football now.
son: i wanna go home I dont wanna play
dad: u dont wanna play soccer?
son: no
dad: do u wanna be a cheerleader then?
son: uh uh * walk into the feild with the cutest pout i've ever seen before"

How can parents be so manipulative?

2006-05-07T18:12:00.000-07:00

I'm crushing on a guy right now, the first day of class, when I saw him, he looked Italian and I have a thing for people who look unlike Indian, dont ask. He looks too good to be true and then I decided well I should atleast talk to him and i DID. We were going to do an accounting project together (something about me and accounting) a month long project. We got together sevral times and well it was fun, he has a weird accent which was all the more reason for me to BELIVE that he was Italian/french/british I dont know something. I finally asked him, where do you come from, in the most adorable accent ever and with those beautiful eyes he looked at me and said Iran. Oh!

Then I though well not French, not Italian, not British but Irani, uh ok, I can settle for an Irani right! He could be fun, then the more we got to know each other, the more weirder he got and it has nothing to do with him being Irani just so you know. He's into soccer and hes in the vine bussiness. Who the hell is into vine bussiness anyway? His passion according to his college profile is to make vine I couldnt help but ask him if he was retarded,to which he smiled and said I dont know my famiy is into it and I am too. Well they probably make some damn good vine i suppose. I still cant understand how a guy who looks that good can be interested in vine, beyond me, totally.

Needless to say I'm no longer crushing on the weird vine liking hot guy with a very very very good body. Damn what a waste of skin.

EDIT: the previous post has been deleted.
note to self: dont post when mad!

2006-05-04T10:20:00.000-07:00

Introduction of people who Im going to talk about in this little incident that took place a couple of days ago in school during finals week.

blondy= typical bonde girl, boyfrnd, car, attitude, shes got everything going for her.

redhead= slightly weird, with a weirder boyfriend (the first time I saw him I wanted to say ' oh honey you can do so much better than him' OUT LOUD, and NOOO i did not for the record.

messenger= This guy in our class who looks fine but well not much to say about him cause I never spoke to him, hes just this guy in my class type guy he is.

old dude= he spoke to blondy and me once, may be twice, lets say mid 40s, in my accounting class, sits in front of us, I dont even remember his name.

Indian guy: well kinda hot, came here a couple of years ago from Bangalore, not much about him, he smokes, its kind of a turnoff, I dont like people who smoke.

THE INCIDENT:
This happend the day I had to make an A in my accounting exam so I could go ahead and make a decent grade for the semester. Yes, it wasnt pretty, and yes I did not make an A in accounting, its almost like unethical to get a proper acceptable grade in accounting, its like the whole world is against it, why ? I have no bloody clue.

So yeah, I had accounting in say another hour and we 'the very blonde girls' were studying in the lobby. It was me blondy and redhead. I dont wanna give any names out, what if they read my blog, it wont be pretty.

So, blondy went downstairs with this Indian guy I knew for a smoke (cause you cant smoke in the building with central air conditioning for people who dint know why)

So, me and redhead were busy trying to figure out why our amounts were balancing, when this guy lets just call him 'messenger' (you'l know why pretty soon) decided to sit next to us and constantly smile like he was high on crack or whatever. We decided to ignore him and continued to rack out little dumb brains and a couple of mins later blondy and the Indian guy came back up to our table. Blondy was kinda hyper because of which we got hyper too, and she said " hey guys do you remember that old guy who sits in front of us during accounting" me and redhead looked at each other with and responded with a nod. Well guess what the 'messenger' whose sitting next to you just told me and indianguy that that old dude asked him to give me a message.
After which me and redhead gave blondy a look that said 'well, uh, yeah, then uh, whats the bloody message'

so the old dude's message from messsenger was "Ask blondy to go to room 105, tell her theres something there for her"

SO THIS HUGE group of 4 people headed by the Indian guy for protections if he trys to do soemthing to blondy we went hunting for room 105 because we had no idea where it was.we searched the whole 1st floor and we couldnt find it. Suddenly the Indianguy looked at all 3 of us pointed to a door and said girls this is it, now the next seen was in slow motion, 3 heads turns and then jaws dropped then came the ewwws. It was the mens restroom.

We tried to push the Indianguy in there so that he could check and tell what on earth could be waiting there for blondy but he said ' hell Im not going in there'

We were slightly dissapointed but we went back to our table and it was hard to concentrate on principles of accounting after that but before we could resume our pointless exam review 'messnger' interrupted us and said well what did you see? to which blondy responded by saying nothing, its the mens restroom hell I dont wanna see anything in there. 'messenger' appeared confused, he said " nah, it cant be the mens restroom let me go see" after a while he came back and that oldguy said room 107 and not room 105 and he had screwed up.

So there we were again searching for room 107 and we found it, it was the student office, there lied a flowers for her. Tulips.

Yes, we dint exactly study after that, yes my grade went down the drain and yes she did not take the flowers because of what messenger said when he met blondy after the exam.

'messenger' got hold of blondy a while later when the gang wasnt around her and said " you know, I dont think you should talk to him even if he gets in touch with you, cause, he apprently has some mental problems"

2006-05-01T18:19:00.000-07:00

A friend of mine just called me up and told me that she just won tickets to the premier of Da vinci code. I get to watch it on May 18th, before the rest of the world drags their sorry arses to the theater on May 19th. You unlucky people can watch it a day later.

I'm pouting like a 2nd grade bitch right now.

but yaaaaaaaaaaay to me
Im super excited, Im hyper ventilating. wait this word cant be used appropriately here right? oh well who gives a shit, i get to watch da vinvi code

p.s: my little secret, da vinci code the 3rd novel I ever read.

2006-04-30T16:30:00.000-07:00

I'm going to St louis on May 25th and Im extremely hyper about it, actually Im not Im kinda pissed off because i wanted to go to Chicago to start with and then some othershit. BUT what I am excited about is that place that Im going to be staying in for 4full days :D

it looks like those the pictures above.

According to the plans as of now, since nothings going my way, for all I know, I could end up in Bestwestern.

2006-04-28T06:10:00.000-07:00

And so it happens that its my friend KONDA's birthday. I havent sent her flowers or anything so since most of you already know her how about leaving her a message.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Naaaahaa

2006-04-27T11:18:00.000-07:00

I finshed 2 of my exam, COMPLETE disasters, I hate EVERYTHING, yeah LIFE SUCKS!

Ok, so I had a really bad bad bad day and this was send to me on yahoo, i know its very very very sad that Im posting this and I can already imagine what carpper would say so go ahead knock yourself out.

If TiTaNic Was Made In INDiA•There would be 10 times as many people in the ship•There would be a song with Kate Winslett in a white sari, singing in the rain.•By the end of the movie, hero would find his long lost Mom, Dad, sis and bhai•It would be a seven-and-a-half-hour movie with three intervals. The movie would be called "Pyar Kiya to Marna Kya?"•The hero and the heroine would float in the cold water for days and still survive while the villain would die in the first few drops.•The iceberg was sent by the heroine’s father to teach a lesson to the hero.•The orchestra would play Jai Santoshi Maa and a ray of light would come and transport the musicians to another ship.•And can you listen the bachoa words so many times

ok dont be too harsh on me now, i know you already are annoyed after reading this.

2006-04-24T18:46:00.000-07:00

Once in a while we people, you we normal, sane human beings come across the biggest idiots known to mankind. So how would you go about dealing with fucked up idiot when they come around to your blog commenting shit is my question.

I read a lot of blogs, I often don’t comment because I have to go disable my pop-up blocker and all kinds of weird stuff because my computer is prone to a million viruses, I still don’t know why though. My piece of junk is 5yrs old, it’s a P-2 dell, well yeah now that I think about it no wonder its prone to so many viruses, its an old piece of shit that’s got no action in a long ass time, like some of the losers that I mentioned in the beginning of my post.

So yeah back to the topic, once in a while some of these “losers” come along and say that your blog sucks and your screwed up. Now these people can be considered no less than jobless, ball-less (considering they NEVER leave their name or the url to their blog)

So when these jobless & ball-less people come by leaving fucked up comments, I always respond to it with the most decent replies. Which goes somewhat like this:

My dearest anonymous: YOU know what? I personally think that you are a worthless piece of shit that lies on the road all dried up and stinking all lonesome. I would like to further add that your breath stinks too, because of all the blow jobs you must've given to some million skunks. You think my friend is fucked up, well I’m sure no one even wants to fuck u in the first place and secondly the only action u get is by giving blow jobs to animals. SCREW urself bitch, and you knwo what??? even if ur a guy i'l give u the liberty to call urself a freaking 5yr old girl cause u dont even have the blooody balls to give out ur name. so run along little girly, go lift up ur frock and run to mommy. shove ur head in ur knees and cry along cause u aint invited here asshole. get the fuck out of here and stay out

This is how I responded when some fucked up guy wrote shit on Sita’s blog. The thing that bothered me the most though is that no one else responded in any way. Now my dead sita has a LOT more readers than I do, why people read her blog is beyond me, I personally think its crap, but I know her too well so I can say anything I want, its just random assholes aren’t allowed.

MY question to the my small amount of readers who happen to read Sita’s blog too is
WHY dint you say anything???? Were you scared that some random mother fucker is gonna talk shit on your blog? I mean if you don’t defend a fellow blogger whose blog you read ever so often then what the fuck does it say about you.

2006-04-22T17:50:00.000-07:00

Dear Sita,

I dedicate this post to you. You are the most beautiful friend I have. I can never imagine anyone being better than you in every way possible. I will die for you, I will kill people or you. I will do bhajan and make sure you get into all those schools that you want to. I will hope that life takes a nice little turn and make you extremely happy unlike how I am right about now.

IF you dont ask frutier to call me this very minute I will shave your head, donate the hair to some cancer hair foundation, skin you alive and donate that skin to some hospital and then brk your bones and send the bone marrow to some other hospital and finally burn the rest of you and scatter thou ashes in Ganga.

I hope the message was clear enough. MAKE HER CALL ME

Love,
Blur

p.s: Im a good liar :D

2006-04-18T18:11:00.000-07:00

Is it just me or are there others out there? I need every single day of the week planned before it starts, I know exactly what I’d do the next week-almost every single hour of each day. I have months planned, years planned and well to an extent my whole life planned. I have a schedule that I stick to and I feel good, I’m usually not very hyper about surprises that disturb my schedule. Simple things like going to the grocery store annoys me because I wasn’t planning on doing it, I had something else to do at that time.
I seriously have everyday planned

Today: WAS study for a computer-science mid-term that I had and sleep IF I had anytime left after that, today turned out just fine except for one BLOODY thing. I had to call up the International Students Associations Office that takes care of all the International Students SHIT. They told me that I can’t take a course this summer for a reason that I DO NOT wish to discuss. I am soooo pissed off right now cause this essentially ruins my so called planned summer semester part. What I’m I to do this summer? I’m certainly not going to India cause there a whole different story to back that up.

What the HELL and I going to this whole bloody 3months???? OH YEAH, I’ve got an answer to that, I’m going to watch FOOD NETWORK and learn how to cook so I can poison those mother fuckers at the food fair or something.

I am sooo fucking pissed off I could do some major damage to this house which is fucking expensive so I better not. Arrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhh

Where do I go? What do I do? Why don’t I have any ideas. mummyyyyyyyyyy

Dog chasing

2006-04-14T15:35:00.000-07:00

Me and Neha chased a dog in mussorie (I hope I spelt that right)

We were out doing some last minute shopping and as usual neha found something abnormally cute about this street dog with a rash, I was just plain scared of it. I saw dogs throw fits and bite people around them for no reason. Now this itty-bitty dog seemed rather weird and if it thought 2 girls chasing it with a camera was annoying, is should've bit Neha by now. Anyway heres the video. You can hear neha, me and Mussorie.

the video is here

2006-04-12T21:45:00.000-07:00

2006-04-11T10:35:00.000-07:00

I have to go out now, I dont want to go but I have to so here are the places that im supposed to be going to
1-bank dunno why
2- indian store i know why
3- walmart i dont care why
4-Kohl to shop for pregnant women and children to be born
i think thats about it but this is gonna take the whole day up and i dont wanna go
i wanna sleep

life sucks!

Life is unfair

2006-04-07T10:28:00.000-07:00

nikhiljo: yo
me: yo
me: whts up
nikhiljo: had been to concert yesterday
me: really
Me: which one?
nikhiljo: trapt and shinedown
nikhiljo: in college
Me: OH I HATE YOU
Me: HATE HATE HATE HATE you
nikhiljo: you do? check this out...
nikhiljo: backstage hung out with all of them dudes and jammed
Me: RIGHT!
nikhiljo: fuck!! i am not kidding
nikhiljo: we organized that show!
nikhiljo: i was "event staff"
Me: where did they play honey
nikhiljo: college coliseum
Me: you do realize that I wanna kill you right
Me: Im obsessed with shine down
nikhiljo: i realize. i also realize that you cannot do it
Me: now i wanna kill u
Me: how ever on earth r u taking me for granted
Me: where do u live again
Me: am logging onto my northwest account
Me: i'l buy a ticket now
nikhiljo: sure!
Me: wher do u live i say
nikhiljo: monroe, LA
nikhiljo: MLU is the airport code
Me: IM coming re
Me: 2moro 8am
Me: i'l be outside ur door with a chainsaw
nikhiljo: sure!
nikhiljo: awesome it will be
Me: yes all the blood and u crying i'l totally enjoy it
nikhiljo: yep!
nikhiljo: you bet!
Me: ur head i cannot believe that re
Me: thats so cool
nikhiljo: i will send the pics, don't worry
Me: YEAH!!!
nikhiljo: and then you can get obsessed about killing me again
Me: absolutely
Me: and u can count on it too
nikhiljo: http://www.ulm.edu/universityrelations/news/mar06/fever.html
Me: oy
Me: where are the pictures
nikhiljo: camera mey
nikhiljo: milenge...time do download karne key liye
Me: hmph
Me: damn re we had Jason Marz
Me: u guys had shine down
Me: damn damn damn
nikhiljo: hhehe. nice
nikhiljo: anyway...gtg will come online later maybe
nikhiljo: cya

2006-04-04T14:39:00.000-07:00

You always wanna buy something right?
Well, I almost always do.

When I first came here, I wanted to buy a Mustang. Within few days I changed my mind and I decided that I'd get an Escalade no matter what.

Now, its time to buy a car, my budget is not even half of the cheapest escalade avilable in the market and I have an extremely bad feeling that I'l end up with a Honda. Life sucks!

Wait till I graduate, Im getting that baby.

Cricket, no longer a gentleman's game??

2006-03-31T16:52:00.000-08:00

Andrew gets no action??? :(

now is that lust or what???

2006-03-28T20:55:00.000-08:00

He tried unsuccessfully for 15 full years to wake me up at 5 in the morning and drag me for a good healthy morning walk. He realized it a little late but he finally did that his little daughter will never get up at that ungodly hour to spend 45mins running behind him while he is supposedly brisk walking like an Army guy. After he gave up on me he spent almost an hour next to me every morning after his walk, reading the new paper and as I’d get up, I’d see him, on my bed next to me comfortably leaning against the wall immersed in the news paper almost blissful in a way. He’d breathe a sigh of relief when he’d finally see me pulling off my blanket and dragging myself out of bed. Its been 218 days since I heard the sound of that new paper pages turning, its been 218 days since I saw him sitting next to me in the morning. Its been 218 days since I’ve seen him. I miss him.

Too bad I get to see the alarm clock every morning, it is really depressing.

2006-03-26T12:35:00.000-08:00

Note: Some people might find this highly offensive, if you do then well, dont come back here again.

So this is how the conversation went, Im going to withhold names just so that people dont point fingers. And when your done reading this post, if you realize that its "you" am talking about, I'd like to strongly discourage you from letting my readers know that it is "you" who Im infact about.

if i've sucessfully confused you with the above paragraph, I shall continue.

March 19th: I just felt like talking to "Fruiter"(I'l make a whole post about fruiter later cause shes so very interersting) The reason I chose to call her fruiter is cause she's some what obsessed with fruits.

March 20th: Pensivedragger was online (Another whole post on her too cause shes way too intersting aswell ) The reason I chose to call this friend of mine Pensivedragger could take a whole new post so I'l stay out of it for now.

me: oy cld u ask fruiter to call me, cldnt get thru to her
me: I need to talk to her
Pensivedragger: k, i'l let her know
PD: why re?
me: nuttin re just wanted to talk to her
.....bla...
.....bla... (we spoke all kindsa nonsense for 10mins)
.....bla...
PD: so why do u wanna talk to fruiter
me: just
PD: why? (and again she goes)
me: well cause im going through this weird phase and stuff(What was i thinking????)
PD: what weird phase?
me: uh
me: uh (I dint know what to say, so i took a plunge)
me: well, i think am lesbian
1mins passed
2mins passed
3mins passed
PD: uh huh
me: ROTLMAO
PD: wha
me: bah bloody just ask her to call no
me: why ur dying so much and all
PD: ok
.....a lil while later
PD: so why do want her to call u (and again and again and again)
me: i told u no re Im lesbian
PD: uh huh

P.S: Pensivedragger doesnt give up easily
P.P.S: I'm not a lesbian, I REPEAT I'm not a lesbian

BLOCK

2006-03-25T06:18:00.000-08:00

I spent the last half-hour making the most boring posts of my life and erasing them, I tried to post something nice but nothing. ..................

I dont know why

writers blockkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

*runs*

Laws and stupid law makers.

2006-03-18T20:43:00.000-08:00

I was bored, its not like I had nothing to do....I had tons to do including projects and homeworks that include financial statements of an alcohol manufacturing comapany that I happen to be very excited about, yet I'm bored.

So what do people who get bored do, we, boring people visit www.bored.com

And I found a list of laws that people in the United States still have to follow.
Some of them are rather amusing.

Here are some:

Taxi drivers are prohibited from making love in the front seat of their taxi during their shifts
//what about the back seat then?

You may not tie an alligator to a fire hydrant.
// comeonnn, how can a person NOT tie an alligator to a fie hydrant. Damn thats been my life's dream.

It is illegal to take a lion to the movies.
//Shit! What about my lion Simba? It wont get to watch Da Vinci Code now?

It is a park rule violation to be in a public park with a sleeveless shirt. $10 fine. This would include joggers that go shirtless.
//why? Jealous that fat ugly people cant go shirtles?

In Baltimore it is illegal to mistreat oysters.
// oysters will sue

In Maryland, a woman may not go through her husband's pockets while he is sleeping.
// and a man can totally go through his wife’s lingerie?

A woman can not be on top in sexual activities.
// Discrimination.

It is illegal to frighten a pigeon.
// yes, you can kill'em, just don’t frighten them

It is illegal to go to bed without first having a full bath.
//You are so bloody kidding me.

Massachusetts law declares that peanuts may not be eaten in court.
// what about potato chips?

You may not, at any time take a crap on your neighbor.
// Yes. you MAY not.

You may not have an ice cream cone in your back pocket at any time.
// yes that would be considered very unintelligent.

A man can legally beat his wife, but not more than once a month.
// wow, and a woman beat her husband once a day?

Donkeys cannot sleep in bathtubs.
// discrimination? can Dogs sleep?

It is illegal for men and women over the age of 18 to have less than one missing tooth visible when smiling.
// Yes and the government will gladly pay the oh-so-expensive bill, once these unfortunately funny looking people get their teeth fixed.

It is unlawful to refuse a person a glass of water.
// what if it was Osama?

Tucson: Women may not wear pants.
// what the fuck?

You may not have more than two dildos in a house.
//what are dildos?

At Arkansas State University two people cannot hold hands while standing in a doorway unless they belong to a union.
// no comments

Oral sex is considered to be sodomy.
//wait, I though they were two different things.

California: A city ordinance states that a $500 fine will be given to anyone who detonates a nuclear device within city limits.
// Yes, Death and Billions of damage and $500 fine, Osama just got the green flag. Next target California!!

Baldwin Park: Nobody is allowed to ride a bicycle in a swimming pool.
//No way

Blythe: You are not permitted to wear cowboy boots unless you already own at least two cows.
// Alright. Buy cowboy boots at DSW, head to a ranch and get couple of cows too.

Car wash attendants in San Francisco, California may not use old pairs of underwear to wash or dry vehicles.
// please take your own underwear(new ones please)

Hollywood: It is illegal to drive more than two thousand sheep down Hollywood Boulevard at one time.
// what about 1999

In Los Angeles courts it is illegal to cry on the witness stand.
// what if you emotional like the K-serial whores?

In Los Angeles a man is legally entitled to beat his wife with a leather belt or strap, but the belt can't be wider than 2 inches, unless he has his wife's consent to beat her with a wider strap. Consent should be given prior to the event, as is carefully stipulated.
//what the fuck? Seriously what the fuck? What are women’s rights people doing about this?

In Riverside, California, kissing on the lips, unless both parties wipe their lips with carbonized rose water, is against the local health ordinance.
// carbonized rose water....wonder how much they cost.

It is illegal to eat an orange in your bath tub
//Ohkay, law makers need to get a life.

Lodi: It is illegal to own or sell "Silly String".
// what about birthdays, do they get regular string?

Molesting butterflies can result in a $500 fine.
// how is that even possible?

No vehicle without a driver may exceed 60 miles per hour.
// and if the car does then the car shall be put to sleep.

One may not carry a lunch down the street between 11 and 1 o'clock.
// yes, sad homeless people might kill you for it.

Temecula: Ducks have the right of way to cross Rancho California St. at all times.
// Duck will prosecute, if u try to run over them.

In love

2006-03-12T15:36:00.000-08:00

I always liked playing with photoshop. I like it all the more when it involves this guy. I'm smiling right now. I've been smiling for the past one hour.

Ok I admit it, Im in love.

Hate tag

2006-03-11T16:48:00.000-08:00

I like this hate tag thing, most of the tags I did so far were mostly annoying but this one, I like. Thank you sitey.

I hate racists.
I hate people who stink (mostly guys, why dont you take a proper shower??)
I hate the fact that ice-cream cake has a high fat content.
I hate dead-lines to work.

I hate people who say "I'l call you this weekend, lets get together" and dont call.
I hate people who say" I got a phone card, i'l call you Sunday and dont call.
I hate people who say"Call me on sunday morning" and when I call them they say"why did you cal me in the morning?"

I hate the fact that I like TV.
I hate the fact that I'm subjected to irritating-never-ever-ending Hindi soaps.
I hate that ROSWELL ended.
I hate that FRIENDS ended.

I hate it when the sun and humidity hit the city
I hate it when the temp drop to Odegs
I hate it when the temp hits 80degs
I hate that I cant play basketball just cause i dont have company.

I hate it when people think am a spoilt brat.
I hate it when people judge me without knowing me.
I hate it when people like me because of the suffix to my name.

I hate people who think girls are dumb.
I hate it when people take me for granted.
I really really really hate it when people think am gonna get married to some rich guy when I graduate.
I hate that my graudation is gonna take another 2yrs.

I hate the fact that I couldnt be at some gigs.
I hate that I cant come to India this summer.

I hate that I have to stay away from my dog for the next 9months.
I hate that I dont get to ride my bike for the next 9 months.
I hate that I dont get sit and argue about India's hindu-muslim issues with my dad.
I hate that I dont get to sit with my mom and curse half of my family.
I hate that I dont get to bathe my dog for the next 9months.
I hate that I dont get to eat pani-puri for the next 9months.
I hate that I dont get to bitch with my girldfriends for the next 9months.
I hate that I'm in love with this tag thingie.

I hate house-wives.
I hate people who are lazy to study or work.
I hate lazy people.
I hate people who cant do their work themselves.
I hate people with ego problems.
I hate people who quit at the first sign of trouble.
I hate hate hate quitters.
I hate perverts.

I hate people who are totally full of themselves.
I hate people who insist on sulking.
I hate people who never tried to be sensible.

I hate a lot of other things too but my BP is sky rocketing right now. May be this tag thingie is not that good for health.

I tag

cos theta---> cause she seems to be suffering writers block.

Direction.

2006-03-10T11:42:00.000-08:00

When it all comes down to the crux, there are just two things in life that you have to choose between.

One is Power and the other Money.

When the choice is made, you've got your directions.

whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhy?

2006-03-04T07:45:00.000-08:00

9:12am: blur logs on to yahoo, is very happy after seeing loads of offlines from NP.
9:13am: blur logged off (msg in the box says "you have been logged off because someone has signed onto this ID on someother computer)

19:14am; blur is having a panic attack. who has my password.
9:15am: blur logs back onto her ID, as though shes barging into her house and shes going to catch that asshole
9:15am: she realizes she can do nothing but change the password
9:52am: still reading all the emails in her ID to see, what personal information that asshole might know about blur
9:53am: blur gives up

I FEEL VIOLATED, why do people read my email uggggggggh

Race

2006-02-28T16:50:00.000-08:00

I had some racist mother fucker come in to my work place and yap some racist shit and oh boy did it piss me off. I wanted to rip his head and shove it up his ass.

Most of the time the racist comments come from contruction workers (with torn clothes). this asshole today had the nerve to yell at me and say "Oh YOU dont have to tell me about not smoking a cigarette in here, I know that, I know that, I've been in american longer than you to know that" Fucking asshole, I wanted to yell at him and say since you've been on this planet much longer too, would to you like to explain why your not half as educated as I am.

DAMN all the racist, I dont give a shit about them, let them think that they are better, bloody dont come around in your torn clothes and give me crap cause one day am gonna fuck your happiness so bloody hard, its gonna make wish you were an Indian cause this racist shit is really getting to me now.

Anyhow i feel good after reading this
In your face you WHITE pathetic costruction worker, go build your little house and I hope you fall of that roof and die.

2006-02-25T15:52:00.000-08:00

Specific, she said.

Why? said I.

Specific, she repeated and smiled like there is so much more.

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I get to fast for Shivratri. I like shivratri. I get to starve a little but I always get what I ask for. My one wish was always granted and this time it has been granted even before I prayed.

There are some days when everything is bright, leaves on trees are the brightest green and the clouds are the whitest white. Everything appears soft. Wind could push you around and you'd still float.

Sometimes life is just......

pretty

Terror

2006-02-21T18:03:00.000-08:00

NOTE: This is written by Melvin Durai's, I couldnt possibly get very close to this now, can I? I know you guys dont like me talking about Bush but this is hillarious.

President Bush has asked Congress for $72.4 billion to fund the "Global War on Terror" through fiscal year 2006. About $65 billion will go toward the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, bringing total spending for the two wars to nearly $400 billion. That's a lot of money, folks, almost $1,000 for every man, woman, child, dog, cat and goldfish in America. I can't fathom spending $400 billion on two wars. I mean, wouldn't it be cheaper to just send Dick Cheney over there?

The vice president is surely embarrassed about shooting his friend while quail hunting and eager for a chance to redeem himself. Drop him in the war zone, I say. You might be surprised what a man with motivation can do.

General: "Mr. Vice President, how did you do today?"
Cheney: "Pretty good. I'm all out of ammunition."
General: "Great! What did you shoot?"
Cheney: "Forty-five targets, including 23 barns, 15 sheds and seven trees."
General: "Good. I'll add them to the enemy casualty list. But what about the insurgents? Did you get any of them?"

Cheney: "No, as soon as they saw me, the insurgents turned into outsurgents. They started running in all directions, yelling something like, 'It's the crazy guy who shot his friend. Imagine what he'll do to us.' I tried firing at them, but those darn barns kept getting in the way. The sheds and trees, too."

General: "Well, you'll do better tomorrow, I'm sure."
Cheney: "I hope so. If I keep hitting worthless objects, how's my firm going to get another rebuilding contract?"

Okay, maybe it wouldn't be such a good idea to send Cheney to Iraq. He can be far more useful in America, especially if he helps explain where all the money is going. According to a White House press release, "The President is committed to giving our troops and commanders in the field the resources they need to fight and win the War on Terror." I don't know about you, but I'm looking forward to the day when President Bush can declare victory over terror. I'm going to be so elated when I see the New York Times headline that says, "Terror surrenders, war over." But I can't help thinking that America can terrorize terror into submission without spending so much money.
Here are just a few suggestions:

---Put democracy to work. Bush needs to get on the phone with King Abdullah of Saudi Arabia and others: "We're bringing democracy to Iraq and if you don't start helping us with the costs, we'll bring it to you too." I mean, what good is democracy if you can't threaten people with it?

---Create a real coalition. America sent 130,000 soldiers to Iraq, while Kazakhstan sent a dozen nightclub bouncers. Bush allowed Mexico to get away with sending not a single soldier, though he could have easily rounded up a platoon on a street corner in L.A.

---Check the math. When you spend $400 billion, you can afford to hire a few auditors to make sure no one is getting rich off the war, except those approved by the president. I wish some of the soldiers were getting rich, because many of them come from poor families. Rich kids don't go to war -- they go to Congress. And they never know what it's like to be in a war, never know what it's like to be shot at, except of course when they go hunting with Cheney.

SAD

2006-02-13T11:47:00.000-08:00

Like life isnt sad enough, someone sent this to me.

Sleep

2006-02-11T15:42:00.000-08:00

My regular day starts at like 7 and ends at like 11 now if you suddenly throw me in a different time zone and plan on keeping me up till 4am and then make me sleep till 2:30 in the afternoon, ITS JUST NO RIGHT.

Ever since i got back from Meryland my eyes are frustrated. Its so damn hard to stay up at work, people think I'm stoned or soemthing. Specially old women think I'm on crack or something.

My eyes really really hate me right now, if they had hands they'd throttle me and put me to sleep permenantly.

Damn I wanna sleep. OK me going to sleep.
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This post was suppose to make it out a long long time ago, may be last month or something.
Now it finally did, this however still applies to me, i still look stoned, even with 8 full hours of sleep. Black guys still find me pretty and one guy actually asked me if I'd be his valentine. I laughed on his face and said I DONT think so. I found it funny then but I was thinking about it a while ago. Was that rude? I mean this guy is practicalllllly twice as old as me.

why why why, old black guys? why not JC penny models who are blonde and cute.

I need to get some sleep now but I willl post something fun. My site meter stays someone in my city checks my blog daily and that is scaring me cause no one i know reads my blog. Now I'm seriously wondering who this person is. Not that you care but im just wondering and I know your reading.

p.s: yeah, yeahh and racist, sue me!

Run Run, save your life!

2006-02-05T16:20:00.000-08:00

I got an email on Friday, I just read it, I though it was worth sharing. I know I'm a bitch!

Interruption – School of Education Building
To:
Univ of ________ (Everyone)

At 3:45 p.m. today, a call was received reporting a bomb in the School of Education Building. Campus Police immediately evacuated the building to search the premises, and that search continues.

Evening classes in the School of Education Building are cancelled.

Unless otherwise notified, morning classes will resume.

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I think my school totally rocks, too bad I was not there when this bomb thing happend. It could have been so exciting. We had a couple of fake fire alarms and stuff but a bomb, damn, that could have been so entertaining.

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hehhhe I find this very funny, i dont know why, hehheh

tag thingie

2006-01-31T09:27:00.000-08:00

1. The person who passed the baton to you : Sita

2. Total volume of music on your computer : 40Mb hehe, I listen to music online. The last time my computer crashed it toook me $250 to fix it and apprently it was all because of my music, it fucked my hard drive inside out.

3. The title and artist of the last CD you bought :I dont remember. I usually listen to them online or the radio. Nothing here is worth blowing up 10bucks.

4. Song playing at the moment : Road to Zion-Damain Marley

5. Five songs you have been listening to of late or all-time favorites, or particularly personally meaningful songs : Six, because Sita did six.

1. Goo Goo Dolls- Iris

2. Turtles- Happy Together ( as chees as hell, I still cant help smiling when I listen to it)

3. The Calling- Wherever (cause someone thinks about me everytime this song plays)

4. RHCP-By the way ( cause I think about my Goa trip, EVERY damn time i listen to it)

5.Shinedown - Save me

6.Children of Bodom-In your face (for all the right reasons)

6. The five people i intend to tag would be
NUMBER ONE: Aran
NUMBER TWO:Nima
NUMBER THREE: Vidhu
NUMBER FOUR: Cos theta
NUMBER FIVE: (YOU)yeah you!

Free pictures

2006-01-26T19:07:00.000-08:00

Oh my this video is soooooooo dammmn funny

My sympathies are with you if you have dial up or if you have internet that is annoyingly SLOOOW.

For the rest of you, if you DONT watch it then well your sad, dont come back to my blog.

It's Jay Leno for like 10 seconds in the begning and then its somethinelse so WATCH it.

http://www.youtube.com/player.swf?video_id=vEWLwz6JRNE&l=357&s=B4BC767524043C8C:53C662DC848F75CD

2006-01-22T10:20:00.000-08:00

Ok, here is the thing, A lot of people seem to be confused with the previous post.

Walmart hired a lot of immigrants, namely illegal mexicans and they mainly work as Janitors, so the lawyer (on the radio show) argues that these mexicans are BELOW americans and should NOT be paid as much an american janitor could get paid.

The lawyer says that immigrant should get paid lesser anyway just cause they're not suppose to be in this country anyway.

Some random guy heard that on the radio and got pissed. So he said, by saying that an immigrant shouldnt get paid as much as an american cause he shouldnt be here in the first place is like looking at a guy drowning in a well and saying you shouldnt be saved cause you werent suppose to be in a well in the first place.

thats it, I dont know why its so confusing. It could be cause you havent seen the low wage thing going on here.

Clear now?

Low wages

2006-01-20T12:04:00.000-08:00

I'm here in this country on a student visa, which means I canNOT work anywhere except on-campus or in other places if it was relating to my Major. On-campus= liabrary or computer lab, I am so NOT working in the caffeteria. Off-campus, related to my Major, who the hell is gonna give ME a job eh?

Visa Rules suck, BIG TIME. I found something online that I would like to share with you people.

This was on radio:

A guest host was conducting an interview with the lawyer filing a class action law suit against WalMart--the world's largest retailer--alleging that WalMart cheated thousands of immigrant janitors out of wages. The host argued that the janitors didn't deserve to get paid the same wage as Americans because they were illegal immigrants and shouldn't have been in America in the first place.

Some guy somewhere got pissed off and he called in and this is how the conversation went:

Host :"Hello, you're on the air."

someguy: "Yes, I'm calling to side with the lawyer."

Host:"Why?"
someguy:"Because saying that an illegal immigrant doesn't deserve to be paid the same wages as an American because he doesn't belong here in the first place is like saying that a person trapped in a well shouldn't be saved because he shouldn't have been playing around the well in the first place."

Host (pause)
"Yeah... that's a good point."

I wanna find that lawyer and kick his butt.

Hell No

2006-01-13T21:07:00.000-08:00

I was a victim of another desi party AGAIN. This time it was a Bajan, I figured well no one would bug me, BUT NO NO, hell NO, they did bother me, this time in a more disturbing level.

They decided to pick my already disfunctional brain. Some nice Doctor lady who I always liked came and sat next to me, made the usuall small talk, Hows college, what courses bla bla. Then she asked what I planned to do after I graduate. Now normally if my friends asked me this, I'd say, I wanna work for 2 years and then spend like 6months in Europe blowing up all the money I earned. I'm not kidding about Europe, I really wanna go there, with my dad, I have this whole thing planned out. But when this nice lady asked me, I just smiled, I said lets see, I think I've still got some time. Then she smiled and said get married? GAWD, I was so close to saying are you freaking kidding me lady VERY LOUDLY, but well I refrained, I just said God NO, as slowly as I could. This was the first ever time someone asked about me getting married, it really freaked me out. I came back home, psyced that people (almost family) think Im gonna get married after i graduate. Actually its disturbing, on several different levels. NOW i'd really like to get drunk.

get drunk here, may be? Dunno where it is, but looks pretty nice.

drama

2006-01-11T19:05:00.000-08:00

It was just another day, I went to class, he came to class, he came and sat next to me like always.

Me: whats up?
Him: Not much
Him: Oh, I got engaged.
Me: Over the weekend?
Him: yeah
Me: awesome, congratulations, HOW did you ask her?
Him: Uhh I just asked and she said yes.
Me: How boring
Him: God you girls, why do you need so much drama in life?

Well I dint answer him, I just smiled but then I thought about it, why do we need drama?
I thought about it for a while but nope, no answers.

Sorry, if the guys who are reading this were expecting answers cause I dont have any *wink*

Someone very close to me got married on Dec 23rd, I was suppose to attend her wedding but well my life sucks and it had soemthing else in store for me. The last time I spoke to her was on Dec 10th just before she left US and we ended up fighting and I thought well fuck it, she doesnt give a damn anymore so why should I. I havent spoken to her since, I din even bother calling her up on her wedding day.

I got to see her wedding pictures today, Apparently I missed her wedding.

that was the shaadi mandap, it was her wedding and I wasnt there, I dont know how I let her down. Everything in my head just went blank when I saw that picture.

I did not attend HER wedding.
I missed it.

I cant belive what an idiot I can be sometimes, I missed my cousins wedding. We were practically inseparable at one point of time and I missed her wedding, damn, I hate myself.

thats her hand, we planned a menhindi party too, boooohooooooooooooooooo, TURN BACK TIME, TURNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

Crap this week

2006-01-07T23:40:00.000-08:00

I've had a very disturbing week, I dont even wanna talk about it to anyone and the one person I want to talk to makes me stay up all night waiting for her call and THEN, YES she does it, SHE DOESNT CALL.

FUCK YOU, like I said, I think you should loose your virginity with a Vibrator, which is the most pathetic way you can. You should kill yourself, for donating money with which you could call me, You first gave it to some ashram then to a bitch who goes to some stupid place to fuck her good-for-nothing boy friend and then finally to your cousin who thinks Dashboard Confessional is shit.

FUCK YOURSELF, I wont take your calls anymore, I wont bother mailing you, I wont send messages to you, YOU AND ME ARE DONE. I dont give a shit about u.

For all I care you can go shove your head up an elephants ass an hibernate in there untill Anand Naidu comes along I dont give a flying fuck.

Alive

2006-01-06T21:46:00.000-08:00

I'm still alive and somewhat kicking. The past one week has been pretty weird, I thought I'd say awesome but it was different than what I imagined it to be.

I spent over a week in Maryland, Baltimore. The Radiostations there claimed it was of DC, Im not sure which state I was in. Well who cares anyway?

It was fun, I guess, meeting all the people I've known all my life and meeting other people who my friends have been dating, WITHOUT my knowledge might I add.

It was amusing in a way, I watched a friend of mine change a lot, I wondered how she could so quickly, mostly cause me and her were so alike in ways more than I could say, and she changed, not in a bad way. She just chose a way that I did not imagine she would. I dont know why I'm even blabbering this bullcrap here. It was a weird reality check for me, I dont know what I learnt from that one week but it was pretty fucking weird. Thats all I could sum my whole week in Baltimore to -W E I R D.

I was in DC at a club called Heritage for New Yrs eve, I happend to have seen something that I most certainly wasnt planning on seeing for a while, it most certainly included explicit content.

I just had a fight with my 5yr old spiderman (that what I refer to him) and he just apologized to me, and that was the first ever time he said sorry to me without his mom having to yell at me.....

which i think is freaking awesome progress considering his arrogance, huh, I'm in love with him

So I'm gonna watch some kiddie Disney Movie with him now.

Todays been really awesome! I found out something else that Im not going to share with you guys but its been awesome

psssshbt

2006-01-01T10:13:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year

Update in my life, it STILL sucks!
May be not as much as it used to but it still does.

Full story after 4th, just cause I'm not at home.

Strawberry

2005-11-29T11:25:00.000-08:00

I know this guy from college, I've known him for the past one year. One of the first few friend's I've made actually. He is really CUTE, I've been asked not to use that word by several guys but I'm going to anyway. He is ridiculously cute. He is a model for JC PENNY, if you know what JC Penny is, you'll know how cute/HOT the models working for them are.

The reason I'm telling you about him is because he said something to me and I have no CLUE what he meant.

He walked into class, we always sit together, he looked at me and said

"umm you look, you look very strawberry today"

WHAT the hell does that mean????

I just smiled

seriously, what the hell does that mean????

I wanna know, very, very, very, badly.

Rush

2005-11-22T11:25:00.000-08:00

There are some things that you look at every once in a while and then there is this rush in you, a pretty awesome feeling. Simple things hardly ever make you feel that way. If everything was simple, then, where's the rush?

Little change.

2005-11-17T19:46:00.000-08:00

A change is always good. Blogs are there for a reason right, change'em when you want, kill'em when you want, and bring'em back to life when you want.

I just decided that BLUR could need some change, its just that blogspot allows much more manipulations and add on effect to a blog when compared to FH. Considering the bitter fact that I'm becoming a programmer, I plan to experiment a little at my own risk.

This should be fun.