tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81046332011-09-16T07:24:43.224-07:00A tribute to my grey(ing) cellsMs. Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08919619964553400896noreply@blogger.comBlogger1021100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104633.post-1142489712661522402006-03-15T22:14:00.000-08:002006-03-17T20:33:15.800-08:00

IT'S FINALLY HERE!(Okay, count till 5.)(Update: Apparently, some of you can read a couple of words AND click on a link within 3 seconds!!! WOW.)(Update: Yes, you will be redirected to another page. That's part of the plan.)

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the natural number following 99 and preceding 101. the square of 10. the basis of percentages. the atomic number of fermium. ,in degrees Celcius, the boiling temperature of water at sea-level. the number of years in a century.binary for 4. the number of tiles in a standard Scrabble set. the police telephone number in India.the number of posts this blog now officially contains.

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So said someone. But yeah, I'm going to take this someone's advice and sleep a lot. Because I'm bored. Really bored. Of blogging. Of people. Of life. Boy, do I have a LONG nap ahead of me!

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Disclaimer: I do not know Dr. Pissed. He is neither a sworn enemy nor am I his jilted lover. I only know him as a mere blogger, albeit very pissed off, whose blog I happened to chance upon. I am also not to be held responsible for grammatical errors in this post.*STEPPING ON MY SOAP-BOX*This post is a direct result of this post on Dr. Pissed’s blog. It’s regarding wristbands – the ones made

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Warning: Not your usual valentine's-day post."I feel bad for people who die on Valentine's Day. How much would flowers cost then? Ten grand? - Jay Leno (Comedian host of The Tonight Show, 200?)"Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody." - J.D. Salinger (Author of The Catcher in the Rye, 1945)

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Dear Arun,I don't know what to say anymore. I'm numb. You just turned 21. It's just not fair. I'm sorry I can't express my sorrow in the right words because I just don't get it anymore.All I can say is that I love you, you crazy fool. And I'll miss your crazy p-j's and your funny cackle-like laughter and your silly crush on you-know-who and your calligraphy and... Yeah, I'm going to miss you,

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UPDATE:Alok replies - http://alokdamodarn.blogspot.com/Preface“If you’re famous, everything you say becomes a famous quote” – Me“You know what my New Year’s resolution is? 1024 x 768.” – Shvetank“You forgot my birthday.” – AlokStop. Rewind. Play.“You forgot my birthday.” - AlokStop. Look at calender. 28th January, 2006.*Huh? It’s just turned 28th. I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN!!!*Slap myself on the

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Friend 1 (the too-nice-to-say-anything friend): Uhmmmm.....Friend 2 (the couldn’t-care-less-about-what-I-say friend): ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?????Friend 3 (the I’ll-lie-to-be-nice friend): That’s nice. *I think she needs psychiatric help*Friend 4 (the I-was-born-with-rose-coloured-glasses friend): That is sooooooooooo sweeeeeeeeeeeet.Friend 5 (the practical friend): You might want to

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Gosh. I love this language :DAnyway, here are the answers:1. I accept all vegetables, except peas.(Please tell me that it is humanly impossible to get this one wrong. Please.)2. Assure.(Assure means "to guarantee." Ensure means "to make sure." Insure means "to protect against loss or damage.")3. Enormousness.(GC, Yoyo - I AM impressed! Evidently, enormity means "exteme evil". Why? I do not know.

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For the shrewd (or in other words, those good at English), you would have noticed that the title contains 2 mistakes - the very very common "write-it as it sounds" mistake, and a malapropism. The first mistake is with the word 'loose' which should have been 'lose', just like how since time immemorial, people have been writing 'their' as 'there' or 'you're' as 'your'. The second error is with the

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Today is the birthday of one of the funniest guys I know. Every single word that comes out of his mouth has me in splits. He can make the description of a wall sound funny!!!A month or two ago, he was preparing for his GRE, and he came up with this:"GRE wordsare long and hardjust like my manhood."Hehehe. It cracks me up to this day. No. All his humour is not lewd.He has a blog. I recommend

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Look what Santa dropped in my comment box:For those of you who were wondering if the love between Vidya and I was reciprocated or not...here's a little surprise for you :)- Aabha (http://faabhalicious.blogspot.com/)

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I don’t know what all the fuss about doing tags is. But I love it! So here’s one to end the year with.Lines from the first post I made every month in the past year.January - "Rahul Saxena, you are MY Indian Idol." *Damn you, stupid Indian public!*(When my favourite contestant on Indian Idol lost.)February - Despite being a huge Pringles-lover, I guess IntelliFood is just not for me! (When

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2 very bitchy posts...Who are the victims this time?Have the Chinese yet again done something to piss Ms. V off?Or is dial-up really getting to her?Only time will tell.Watch this space for four letter words and other non-offensive kid-friendly language.Up next...The end-of-the-year tag

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A gazillion blog posts floating around in my head.One dial-up internet connection.Welcome to Oman.I'm guessing life can only get better?!?

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So, I was spending some time on Scott’s blog, because that’s the kind of thing I do when I should be studying for an exam. By Scott, I mean Scott Adams, of course. He recommended checking out a comic called “Pearls Before Swine”. I took his advice, and I wasn't disappointed. Of course, as someone who churns out one of the best comics today, he's obviously going to have good taste in humour.Here’s

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Update 1:The Law exam sucked like a new born baby. Btw, I'd like to know what people think about this simile.(Nirmal, rings a bell???)-------------------------------------COMING SOON..."3 days, 3 exams, 1 girl. Will Ms. V survive? Find out, only on Vat Iz Dis Sheit."***Watch this space for more details.***

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Since it’s finals’ week, I’m not feeling too creative. I don’t think I can come up with anything to blog about, unless and until someone pisses me off again, which is quite likely since I feel like an atom that’s about to spit out its neutrons. So, I thought that this would be a good time to introduce you to some of my blogger friends; bloggers whom I have spent some quality physical time with in

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Dear insensitive nincompoopic apartment-building mate,Hi. I know you must have had a busy day. We all do. We live in a busy busy world, don’t we? We’re both equally as busy, I guess, since we both chose to do our laundry rather late on a Thursday evening. Or we’re both equally as lazy, since we both chose to leave our laundry lying in a pile at home, till we had done two rounds with our clothes

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I don't know if I'm allowed to do this. But if I'm not, then I'm sorry Jim. I love you! I love Garfield. And I HATE CATS! That makes you a genius!!! Check out the pear instead of the apple. C-U-T-E!

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They say, when you want something really bad, you should go for it. But what if that something you want is a person? What do you do then? What do you do when you want someone so bad?Some say, go for it even then. Make sure he knows you like him. Make sure you keep making moves. If he doesn’t seem interested, try harder. And if that doesn’t work, keep trying some more. Try and try until you

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Content rating: E (for Expicit, not Everyone)People amaze me. Stupidity, I can deal with to some extent, but insensitivity, I just don’t get. Maybe some of us are truly born without a heart. It is a possibility. But unless some weird scientist with a beard proves that, I am going to stick to the fact that the hearts are there; only, they’re made of stone instead.I’m not asking for sympathy. I’m

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At the restroom of a bar somewhere close to Washington D.C.Rather inebriated random guy: Do you know what the difference between a slut and a bitch is?My I-just-came-here-to-fuckin-piss friend: Uhm. RIRG: Well, I’ll tell you. *Drums roll, curtains open. Behold, the pearls of wisdom. Be enlightened ye all!*Still RIRG: A slut gives it to everybody; a bitch gives it to everybody but me.The things

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My great-grandmother passed away day before yesterday. That's my mom's grandmother. She was a real sweetheart.Yet I feel nothing.Maybe because we knew it was coming.Maybe because she was 97, and has lived a good life.Maybe because after you've lost 4 people in a span of 3 years, death doesn't affect you anymore.Whatever.

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Most of us live this life yearning for different things. We work towards different goals. We follow different sets of rules. Yet in a weird way, we’re all the same. Because let’s admit it; all of us hope that somewhere down the line, we will meet our soulmate.I don’t mean to brag, but I have met my soulmate. Hah! Her name is Aabha.Yes, you heard me right. No, I haven’t gone cuckoo. My soulmate is

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This is weird. I actually MISS Eddie. A whole lot more than I thought I would. Today was Smackdown's tribute to Guerrero. The match at the end between Triple H and Chris Benoit is especially heart-warming.Actually, this entire incident is very touching in an ironic sort of way. To see such big buffed-up men cry on TV, showing true emotion for the first time on a show that's completely fake is, in

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You LIED. You CHEATED. But you STOLE our hearts.You will be missed. And I'm NOT LYING about that.

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Okay. So it looks like vulgar humour doesn't go down too well with my male-dominated audience. Even Sonu Sood received more attention! I don't really know what to make of that but well, whatever makes you happy.So I shifted to a 2 bedroom apartment, because it just made sense. Three people cannot live in a one bedroom apartment for too long without things getting a bit too uncomfortable, what

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As much as it breaks my heart to have to move on from my previous post, if I've learnt one thing in my lifetime, it is the fact that life goes on.Anyway, I don't know how many of you have ever listened to a song and then wondered what it means. I have. I wonder what the writer was thinking about when he wrote the song. And I wonder if most of us interpret the song in the way the writer meant for

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Since a picture’s worth a thousand words, I’ll let them do the talking!Introducing Sonu Sood... And here's a little something to excite you boys...

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Today!For purposes of anonymity, I can’t mention what it was. And I owe it all to this absolutely wonderful guy, whom I once again cannot name for purposes of anonymity. Of course, he’s ‘booked’, because all wonderful guys are. Sigh. But I can’t even begin to put in words how delighted I am that he made me do it. The adrenalin rush was quite incomparable. I can’t remember the last time I was so

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I could tell from the minute I woke up It's gonna be a lonely lonely lonely lonely dayRise and shine rub the sleep out of my eyes And try to tell myself I can't go back to bedIt's gonna be a lonely lonely lonely lonely dayEven though the sun is shining down on me And I should feel about as happy as can beI just got here and I already want to leaveIt's gonna be a lonely lonely lonely lonely day

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Update: I got so carried away with trying to understand what I couldn't understand, that I forgot to mention one very important thing that I did understand. Kay Kay Menon is hot! Not to mention, he's a great actor too, but this role suited him so well that he did cause a heart beat or two to skip. (Yeah, isn't that the easiest thing in the world to do!!!)I just watched the movie "Hazaaron

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Note: I was asked to write a song for a college band. And boy, was I thrilled. The following is my attempt at it. The response I got for it was "This song would be perfect for U2." Trust me, that was meant to be an insult. I like U2, so I didn't feel too bad about it! But don't tell me I didn't warn you. After all, it's a reject. But that didn't damage my ego one bit, which is why I'm shamelessly

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Dear spammer,That was the latest word-verification word that I had to type in. And it got me thinking.You only spam because you want to make someone’s life miserable, right? Because it gives you immense sadistic pleasure? And also because you’re bored and have a lot of time on your hands, but that’s immaterial. Unfortunately, Blogger introduced word-verification and shattered all your dreams. But

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My dad was always mighty proud of anything I did, but he especially loved these. He was to take them with him to Dubai on that day. They got left behind for some reason.Still LifeThat's a flower vase with no flowers in it. There are 2 whole apples and one that's been cut in half. The small blue thingy is an orange squeezer. I know there are no oranges. But it's art. Anything goes. Plus it's my

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... and I think I ate a spider.Eegaaaaaaaaaak!!!

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Exactly a month ago, we were a loving family of four.It's ironic how my dad always wished we were a larger family, and now it's actually smaller.It's ironic how my dad passed away on the same date as his younger brother did.It's ironic how my dad died because of a car accident. He hated to drive. He hardly ever drove.It's ironic how one of his best friends, who was driving that car, escaped

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In spite of 99% of my friends being geeks a.k.a. computer science engineers, I learnt only today the difference between CC and BCC. And that too from an English textbook. Hmm.

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Be it haste misspelled in haste. Be it some conjugation of the Hindi word 'aahista'. Or be it a Sanskrit word, for those of you who know Sanskrit. Whatever it is that you think of the word, “it’s about time you showed up”!Most of us bloggers spend a good amount of time online. Right? How about putting that time to good use?Meet Gautam Chandna, the creator of Ahste.com. A fellow blogger, he

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So I've decided not to make a bitch-fest out of my blog. That means I'm going to take the effort to try to blog like I used to, which may be a bad thing too. But what the heck.Deepthi, who I've been rude enough not to blogroll until today, tagged me. Yay! And I mean it. I think tags are cool. They're like one extra topic to blog about without breaking your head too much. In fact, I was planning

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I really don't know if that's a question, a statement or a lie. Hence, the lack of a punctuation mark within the quotation marks. I'm blogging again. I don't know why, but then, I never really had a valid reason. I don't know if I can be the same "I-don't-give-a-damn-about-nothing" bitch, because this time I'm forced to give a damn. I hope none of you have to ever face this situation in your

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18th September, 20048:00 am - I'm sleeping.9:00 am - The phone rings.I hear my dad crying on the phone. He tells me that my uncle is no more.18th September, 20053:00 am - I'm trying to complete my assignments, often distracted by fond nostalgic memories of my uncle.4:00 am - The phone rings.I hear my aunt crying on the phone. She tells me that my dad is no more.The irony of coincidence? Or the

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Don't call me East Indian. Just because you're in the western part of the world, you don't start prefixing every country with an "East", do you? You don't call the Chinese, East Chinese, or the British, East British, do you? So don't call me East Indian. You might probably call people from the eastern part of India, East Indian, but we don't insist on it. So don't call me East Indian. Not because

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Okay. This is the weirdest feeling in the world. I’m staring at my blog and I don’t know what to write about. Now usually, I only write because some topic irks me or urges me to write about it. Today, I want to write for the sake of writing. I don’t have anything to write about. But I want to write. And I can’t. I’m pulling a complete blank. It’s like constipation. You know you’ve got to shit but

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That's not the title of the latest sitcom. That's my current living situation. And let's just leave it at that.

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Sequels are in. There’s Spiderman 2, Shrek 2. Sometimes they come with different names. The Mummy returns, Meet the Fockers. Sometimes there is more than one sequel. Matrix Revolutions, Batman forever. Heck, forget movies; there was even a WW II.Anything that ends abruptly pretty much has to be continued. You don’t necessarily need a Schwarzeneggerish “I’ll be back” to tell you that. History

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More proof towards how this is a man's world...Following is the article:(Don't miss the ridiculous quote at the end!) ADDING to its reputation as the most sexually liberal nation in the world, Sweden has just legalized looking up ladies' skirts! In a nearly unanimous vote in the Swedish Parliament, the motion was carried 332 to 17. To celebrate the new law, the Parliament's second floor was

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My wandering eyes.......

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I went to Dubai this weekend.I watched a movie.Batman Begins.At the theatre.Not just any theatre.At an IMAX theatre.The experience was mind-blowing.Mind-blowing is an understatement.The movie was awesome.WOW!Michael Caine is still adorable.Katie Holmes is ugly.Tom Cruise deserves it.Christian Bale is H-A-W-T!I learnt that a country by the name Andalusia existed.That however, has nothing

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He taught me how to use a shoe-horn.

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10. It's dial-up.09. It's dial-up.08. It's dial-up.07. It's dial-up.06. It's dial-up.05. It's dial-up.04. It's dia

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"You know, it’s at times like this when I’m trapped in a Vogon airlock with a man from Betelgeuse and about to die of asphyxiation in deep space that I really wish I’d listened to what my mother told me when I was young.""Why, what did she tell you?""I don’t know. I didn’t listen."And I didn't listen either. Which is probably why I'm still packing an hour before leaving for the airport, and I'm

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Here's a hilarious quote I saw on some blog while I was 'next-blogging'."First moments after birthBreathe out, Breathe inLast moments before deathCough out, Coffin"

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This is how I used to take every incident in my life. It made sense too. Something only happened because it was meant to. Fate. Destiny. All that sort of thing. And if something bad happened, it usually meant that there was a hidden underlying good beneath it, which may not be obvious immediately. But eventually in the long run, it will all fall into place.Until my uncle passed away. And nothing

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Note to women: Want to put an end to the Why do you spend hours in the bathroom??? whine in the most unconventional way?Note to men: The things I do for you... [The credit for the increase in toilet-related articles on this blog goes to an anonymous admirer who once commented that my blog helped relieve his/her constipation blues.]And since guys observe from different angles - P.S. - Do check out

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I was thinking about being in love today (as in, the concept of it.) I guess it’s a girl thing, I’m not sure. And I’ve got a question.If there was a guy/girl who loved you to death and you liked him/her. And there was a guy/girl whom you loved to death and he/she liked you. Ceteris paribus, whom would you choose to be with?[Edit: Abhinav says that to love someone is harder than to be loved which

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Printed words may no longer be just black on white, but the colours haven’t changed a thing. It’s still that easy for one to misinterpret another’s words in writing. Especially if you do not know someone well enough, you can hardly venture a guess to the tone behind a comment. I find that rather unnerving. Words on paper will never have the same effect as that of spoken words. Sarcasm can go

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Mom, I’m hungry.Go to sleep, my child.Mom, I’m hungry.Pizza Hut, I’ve dialed.Mom, I’m cold.It’s all in your head, dear.Mom, I’m cold.I’ll switch on the heater.Mom, I’m sick.Close your eyes and pray.Mom, I’m sick.Drink this syrup right away.A child’s needs,Do not differ.Be him rich,Or be him poor.So let’s join hands for,a task extraordinary.And hope we can help,Make Poverty History.[Note: Since

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Everybody is a friend these days. You meet someone on the train and exchange numbers. Friend. You room with someone for one year in college. Friend. You blogroll someone and they blogroll you back. Friend.Not that I have anything against meeting people in this manner. I’ve met some wonderful people via this very blog, some not-so-wonderful people as college roommates, and

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There are matters of the mind. Then there are matters of the heart. But most importantly, there are matters of the hormones. This post is a direct result of the third kind.I love men.As much as I’m ooh-la-la-ing while the likes of Travolta, Willis, Pitt and Depp (sigh!) strut their stuff around on the Hollywood screen, I’m attracted more towards the men of the Indian sub-continent. Personally, I’

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I think it takes a lot of guts to kill yourself. It’s stupid, maybe.“Suicide is for cowards.” Somehow this is a statement that’s hard for me to comprehend. And in all honesty, I disagree with it. It’s easy for us to say that he didn’t have the guts to live, or to face his obstacles and overcome them. It’s easy for us to say that everyone has problems. But put yourself in the head of the person

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It is becoming increasingly clear that people want to have less to do with each other. In the process of becoming technologically advanced, I think we’re all becoming socially stunted. Person-to-person interactions are decreasing by the day. The Internet has obviously had the biggest hand to play in this situation. People need not physically meet to become friends. There’s no need to go down to

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A bunch of insects, I did kill.Spare I may if, they not offend.But dare bite me, and sin I will.

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You’re someone who loves life. You love who you are. You love the feeling of living.One not so fine day, something terrible happens that changes your life forever. You’re tortured to no end. You come out of it alive but the scars remain.You’re not the same person anymore. You don’t love who you’ve become. Living is another name for running away from your past.Would you rather die? Or would you

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It's been a while since I showed-off (Personally, I think it should be show-offed, just like how the plural of mom-in-law should be mom-in-laws!) my poetry. Here's one I wrote on Valentine's Day. Enjoy the mush...Valentine RhymeI don’t want jewels; I don’t want goldI want someone at night to holdI don’t want cars; I don’t want shoesI just want hugs and I love you’sNo fancy clothes, or costly

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I’m broke, in terms of ideas worth blogging about; as dry as the Sahara desert. (I was going to use another analogy there but kids might read this stuff, right? Anyway, for those of you with over-imaginative minds, think of all things dry!) So, I’m looking around my room trying to be inspired by something. I’ve written about the mess a gazillion times so I’m sure no one wants to hear about glue

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She was unconscious and her body lay limp in his hands. He stripped off her clothes and held her under cold running water. He put her down and let the tub fill with water. He took out his special knife that he always used for those like her. Without hesitation, he brought it down and slit her throat. The manoeuvre was swift and professional. He had done this many times before. Yet his eyes always

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Mark my words. I'm going to kill them ALL. Each fucking one of them.

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I was really excited. This was going to be our last time out before the wedding. My fiancé and I wanted it to be memorable. Being the adventurous kind, we chose to go to WaterWhirled - a theme park. Our friends warned us that horrid things happened to people there, and tried to stop us from going. They even narrated incidents that they had either heard about or someone they had known had

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You know what I haven't done in a long time? Bitched. And to be honest, I miss it. It's one of the things I do best. And I sure as hell don't want to lose that talent. There’s just so much to bitch about in this world. There are always the Americans and the Chinese. Perennial bitching fodder, I must say. I could also bitch about the weather here that has mood swings worse than a PMSy woman. It’s

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This news piece will make you realize how the world is becoming a much better place to live in, and that soon we will live in a war-free world because obviously, everybody is starting to get along so well.

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And the sun hasn't set yet!

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It's bad enough that Taiwanese food is hard to stomach!!!!!How do people eat there without losing their appetite?And it's not just the decor. Oh no. The cutlery keeps with the theme too!"Honey, how about we dine at The Martun (Chinese for toilet) today? You know I've always fantasized about eating out of a toilet bowl."*runs to hurl into a toilet bowl*Edit: Just in case my point didn't get

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So here is a conversation between a friend of mine and a friend of his. They are talking about homosexuality. My friend is okay with it. His friend however, thinks otherwise.His Friend: What if your son tells you that he is homosexual?My Friend: It is really up to him. If that’s the person he is comfortable being, then there is nothing I have to say. What if your son tells you that he is

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Why has trying to understand the plot of a movie become as cruel as forcing a 5 year old to learn calculus? I just watched Memento. And I have a headache. Most of today’s movies are all about confusing and messing up the brain. I watch movies to escape reality. But now they’re all too real. It’s bad enough we have ample situations of complexity in our lives. Why would we want to pay money to

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My room is a mess.Looks worse than ere.I've been bitten.Probably by a spider.My right palm itches.A hell lot.So maybe I'll blog.Maybe not.Or read a book.Instead of twiddle my toes."Handling spider-related itches."By Arrack Nidd Vose.

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About Me,This is usually the first place my eyes go to on somebody’s blog. And I’m sure I’m speaking for a majority here. But none of us actually answer that question (?) in the real sense. A couple of adjectives tell me nothing about you. Everybody is kind or funny or stupid or fair or smart. I personally don’t think adjectives could do justice to me. What is it that makes one unique? We’re all

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So, I was thinking today... do I really think my writing is a misspelled version of shit? Do I want my readers to think that? Oh, wait. I don’t care about my readers, right? I vehemently pressed upon that point a few posts ago.Anyway, for some reason or none at all, Vaibhav was coming up with different blog titles for me. And I thought, "hmmm. Why not? Change is inevitable, eh?" Here’s what his

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THIS is what I love about sports.The underdog beats the giant. David defeats Goliath. It's so boring to see one team win all the time; frustrating actually. You go boys-in-dark-green!Why are batsman given more importance than bowlers? Was Pieterson's 91 more important than the 5 wickets Harmison took - 3 out of which he took from 4 balls in the same over? Wasn't Baisya's contribution as important

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Divorce Act now reads ‘persons’Madam Justice Laura Gerow made the ruling Thursday, “reading in” the new terminology, after hearing a divorce case involving two Nanaimo women.J.S., who brought the divorce, and C.F. were married in July 2003, shortly after same-sex marriage was made legal in this province. The marriage ended in May 2004.Although the couple met all the requirements to legally

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I'm a person of extremes.There are some things I just couldn't give two hoots about. I clearly know what and who is worth my time and energy.Then, there are those that I care about deeply - things that I'm passionate about and people that I adore.However, there is a third kind - a kind that I care about so much that it makes me cry everyday.And I HATE to cry.For those of you who care to know more

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(Curtains open)Act I. Scene I. The HeadBRAINAnger. Burn. Cross. Displeasure. Exasperation. Fury. Gall. Hatred.Act I. Scene II. The MouthEnter ICE-CREAMAct I. Scene III. The HeadBRAINJolly. Kewl. Lively. Merry. Nirvana …Act II. Scene I. The BellySTOMACHMmmmm.(Curtains close)THE END

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Because I love the attention.Now that I’ve said what everyone wants to hear, let me answer the question.Because I love to write.Period. (Although being a highly opinionated person helps tremendously.)And I love to write because it's the only way I can say whatever I want about anything without being interrupted. (translated as 'pure bliss for a female')If you’ve read through a bit of my blog, you

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Gary Gray. What is the first thing that comes to your mind when you think of this name? (Other than the fact that it’s a rather cool name, in my opinion, and that there are 10 times more chances that his full name would be misspelled.) When I hear the name, I think, "This is the guy who should direct every second movie, at the least". (For all those of you who are going Aah! He’s a movie director

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I'm so shocked. I don't know what to say. I didn't expect this at all. *sniff sniff* I feel so honoured.First of all, I would like to thank my parents without whom this wouldn't have been possible. I thank my sister and my friends who believed in me. I would like to thank my computer teacher, Mr. C Pluss from school who taught me how to type. I would also like to thank Mr. Gramm A.R. Wright and

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Since my brain cells are way too tired to come up with something original today, I'm just going to put down something I read in this novel "Memory of all that":"To be in love compels us to haunt the hidden corners of a loved one's life, to explore those years when he or she was inhabiting the same planet but unknown to us, and a sense of loss pervades us."Gosh. My blog is becoming weak. The next

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Attn: All guys who honk at, whistle at, “Hey baby” at females walking on the street while you’re driving past in your vehicleWhat are you trying to tell us? Is it just something you do to anything-female-that-moves when you drive by? Or do you choose your ‘victims’ (and I’m using this word very lightly here)?Before imaginations start running wild, let me clarify a few things.1. My pants were on

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Most of you have probably read this some way or the other, but since I haven’t officially posted it on my blog, here it is.Dreams- By MeEveryone has dreamsCome true, just a fewDreams of gold and richesAnd houses and cars newIt hurts not, to dreamYet hurts to see 'em shatterBut dream I did anywaysMy spirits, it did not deterDreamt of kisses and cuddlesAnd pillow talksOf beaches at sunsetAnd

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A post on RA's blog about "Simple pleasures of life" reminded me of an essay I had to write for my English class comparing and contrasting any two things. Just felt like sharing it with friends, friend's friends and absolute strangers.Beauty – is it taken for granted?‘Nanaimo is a beautiful city.’ That is what the tourist brochures claim. And there is no doubt about it either. Ever since I

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Audience requests are something I love to abide by, only because I know that at least one person will be reading and hopefully enjoying. I don’t know how many people really care about my taste in music, but I’m going to tell you about it anyway.Usually, whenever anyone asked me, “So, what kind of music do you like?” I'd respond, “Oh anything and everything. I just love music of all types.” But

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You might probably find this on a joke site. But is it a joke?Last month, the UN conducted a worldwide survey. The only question asked was:"Would you please give your honest opinion about solutions to the food shortage in the rest of the world?"The survey was a HUGE failure.In Africa, they didn't know what "food" meant.In Eastern Europe, they didn't know what "honest" meant.In Western Europe,

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Well, I can see people are not amused by my poetry, except for one of you of course! So since my readership is limited anyway, I will definitely put up some poetry later, just for you my friend, mushy or otherwise.I usually look forward to summer. And now that it has arrived, I despise it. The bloody insects hound me. In winter, I can walk around on the streets and sip my coffee peacefully. Now I

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A few posts ago, I’d shared my poem “A Detective’s Life”. And I’d mentioned that there were 2 poems. This is that second attempt at detective fiction poetry:Poetic JusticeA scream in the dark and silence ensues,No one hears.The victim lies still and her face is pale,Only dried up tears.The killer’s struck again, for the sixth time now,Pattern’s the same.A shock to everyone, in this small town of

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I just finished watching Fahrenheit 9/11. If there are two sides to a story, then this is the side I am sticking with.I am so mad right now that this post is going to undergo no spell-check! Body temperatures are definitely far from 9 or 11.How did Bush get re-elected? How? And more importantly, why?I am trying my best to abstain from using profanity, but I can’t promise I’ll be able to abide by

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We are all aware that this world is becoming more and more dependent on the Internet for every single thing like a blind man depends on his stick. What has brought about this “revolution” is what constitutes as the important component of our communication with each other and everyone else on the Web - the word. And the English language is a thing of beauty, which makes playing around with English

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So there came a time when I was asked to attempt to write a poem on detectives or detective fiction, since it's something that we don't read a lot of poems about. The over-enthusiastic person that I am, when it comes to writing, gave it two ‘gos’. It’s not spectacular, but hey, I gave it a shot! Here’s the first one:A Detective's Life “He did it", says she."But she did it", he said.Such

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One of the beautiful things about being a child is that you look at anything you don’t understand or cannot reason in your head with a sense of awe and amazement. As we grow older, we become skeptical and cynical. Things or events don’t wow us anymore. Whether or not we know the reasoning behind it, we assume that there is nothing great about it because there is obviously a valid explanation for

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It reads "Thank-You for folding our laundry. We've lived in apartments for years & had our clothes stolen but never folded. YOU'RE AWESOME. - thanx-"For more info, visit my Xanga blog.

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