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Five People Who Taught me the Most this Year.
( In no particular order, actually )
5. Shruti Sareen
Had an awesome Cold War with her.
Taught me the value of a good judgement call.

4. The HR Lady who took my AMEX interview
Chucked me out after the first round.
Taught me the value of not going for things I am oh-so-berry NOT prepared for.

3. My Examiners at DU
Did not fail me.
Did not give me brilliant marks either.
Hence taught me the value of 2% ...

2. Atticus Finch
The homeless Bull dog I adopted.
Is still in the process of teaching me the universal fact of NOT judging people by their looks+moods+expressions.

1. Crush No. - 77
The guy I blabbered everything to...
Taught me the importance of Silence.

Five things I desperately want but may not necessarily need.
( Btw, My HaypeeBudday is on 7th March )

5. Anonymity
Hate being DoppleGangered. Seriously. Big Tym.

4. A Week of Death
... just a week should do.

3. 6/6 Eyesight
This is just purely random. I have unfortunately realised that being partially blind does not count in any Physically-Handicapped Quotas... hence, I would not mind my eyesight back.

2. One-way ticket to Insanity
Having been the moderator and twice tym owner of a community on Insanity, I do cherish and miss my days spent in being brilliantly clueless and not having to bother about random people.

1. Mental-Filter-cum-Common-Sense
This one I do require ( in large doses )
Any particular brand will do.

The Ajabness of Prem

Ajab Prem ki Ghazab Kahani
had everything in it. Supposedly.
Picturesque locations, Beautiful Faces, Awesome clothes, Predictable Dialogues, Chorofied Music, Advertisements (PEPSI, Slice, Bacardi Breezer), Jesus and a sheep.
Salman also decided to drop in and use his Katrina's-hawt-and-she's-my-GirlFriend-card.
Tarzan (or was it Indiana Jones?)-wannabe scenes.
Kidnapping techniques being discussed in detail.
Characters who go missing in the middle of a scene.
A not required Upen Patel.
Gansters without bullets.
(Seriously, was that supposed to be funny ??? =O )
...the only thing lacking was a Kahani !
I looked everywhere, from the title which was a veritable Tongue-Twister to Prem and Jenny's Stamerrin'...
I just couldn't, for the lyf of me, find a story!!!

I was planning to throw up but the cute lil' girl in front of me was busy using the seat as a cradle. I didn't wish to spoil the one engaging event in the whole hall.

Btw, I am officially bored of Ranbir Kapoor's Goodie-Two-Shoes-Act.
But the adorable expressions still make me go weak in the knees~ (Courtesy -His Momma Dearest!)
Being the President of Happy Club had him in an even more cheerful mood than ever before. That Prem chap was truly weirdly Ajab! *rolls her eyes*

Also Bollywood needs to oh-so-berry much stop the cliche act about Christian Girls!
Just coz Katrina cannot converse in Hindi does not mean everyone else cannot either!
Also, not every Christian damsel works in the Library.
and certainly they dont just roam around in teeny-weeny clothes in cold weather (especially when the rest of the cast is in Mufflers!)
Come to think about it, I dont really mind the bit about the ahmazing dressing sense but! =P

I did lyk the way they changed/merged scenes. Was just a tad bit refreshing.
For some strange reason, everyone seemed to be laughing at the oh-so-Charlie-Chaplain-meets-Laurel-and-Hardy-wannabe scenes.
Tu Jaane Na song's setting was Ghazab! I could live in that icy paradise!

The Ajabness of Prem, hence explained.
( At least I tried to! )

P.S.- Christian Weddings do NOT necessarily mean a Public Display of Affection.
Trust me on that one~ ;)

Love or something lyk it~

( Though I doubt if I am actually in Love...
but the following somehow seem to have caught my fancy, for all the right reasons )

So you think you are in Love?

~You can never come up with anything witty in their glorious presence...
when your highly acknowledged powers of repartee conveniently desert you.

~You feel lyk maarofying mushy dialogues such as
"I know not where you are, but I shall love you from afar."

~It might even be a case of Love Bi-Polar when nothing except terra firma feels secure...

~Concerning heartbreak~
(which is always around the corner...
The trouble with disappointment being, it leaves you more cynical than ever before...)

I once believed in Love,
I thought it was all true,
...but I was so naive,
I once believed in you.

Post Sid's Waking Up

Now that Sid has Woken Up
and we have all decidedly fallen in love with Mumbai (once again)
its tym to rejoice!
*WoooooHooooo*
*YaaaaaaaY*
*TaTaDaaaaaaTaTaDaDing*

I may not want to be a Wit-scrambling-gorgeous Writer or even a flabbergasting Photographer, but I will, by all means, still identify with the Movie. So even if I have Baz Luhrmann's golden words echoing in my head
"The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives..."
I still want to know what to do with my sad excuse of a lyf!
Being a useless/aimless/hopeless Nitwit was never oh-so-berry out of Fashion!
To prove that point we have Ranbir Kapoor as Siddharth Mehra, who with his droopy-eyes-and-adorable-expressions has shown us why we can never tire of GrowingUpPains kinda flicks. And even if we do hear of comparisons between his Bachna Ae Haseeno and Wake Up Sid act, we can always rely on Konkana Sen to make the difference as the all-figured-out lovely Miss Aisha Banerjee.

The movie may not get best flick of the year award,( The best Popcorn-Flick, maybe)
but there are still several reasons to go catch it.
For Eg:-
1. Ranbir Kapoor
2. Konkana Sen
3. Rahul Khanna
4. 'Laaaksmi'
5. 'Chottu'
6. Cartoon Tees
7. Colourful Socks
8. A Do-It-Yourself House Painting Guide
9. Mangoes
10. How-Not-To-Study-If-Just-In-Case-You-Are-Intending-To-Pass.
11. What-To-Do-After-You-Have-Failed.
12. Various-Tries-On-How-To-Cook-An-Egg.
13. SkullCandies!!!

...Etcetra.

Hoping to catch you at the next show.
Btw, I still have not LEGALLY watched the movie.

My Son's Story

Commenting on the significance of the title of
Nadine Gordimer’s My Son’s Story.

Nadine Gordimer’s My Son’s Story published in 1990, takes up several issues of the time -
interracial love, adultery and the ongoing revolution to overthrow apartheid in South Africa - and brings them together in an exceptionally well-told story format from the view points of the boy, Will, in first person and his father, Sonny, in third person, perhaps, making the narrative sound patriarchal. Even Malashri Lal in her introduction to the novel calls Will
“ a patriarchal producer of knowledge. “

But whose story is it anyway?
According to Malashri Lal, in her introduction to the book,
“ Gordimer’s choice of a youthful recording voice serves the purpose of placing agency outside the immediate realm of action , and also to subject the agency itself to a critical review.”
The story comes out as Will’s burden which he insists on hiding rather than sharing with the two prime female characters- his mother, Aila and his sister, Baby. Will considers himself a helpless observer. Just as the novel is meant to be Will’s story about Sonny, it is equally Sonny’s story about Will as Will makes it obvious in the end of the novel.
“ – my father – made me a writer. “
These lines bring out Will’s utter frustration at not being able to share anything verbally either with his sister when she started a conversation with him,
“ you never open your mouth, but I suppose you wonder why anyone’d do such a stupid thing.”
Nor does he convey the grievances of his heart to his mother. Hence, after he is left alone in the house with his father he takes to venting out his pent up frustration on the word processor he bought with his own savings.

According to Dominic Head in his essay, My Son’s Story,
“ Will’s reluctance at his ‘enforced’ vocation ( of being a writer ) stems from the appropriation of his personal life for public need: … the avowed impossibility of publication suggests a paradoxical reluctance to make the sacrifice, which has in fact already been made… it also suggests the need to protect the sensitive details of the activism Will has described in his translation of his famil’s ‘reality’ into ‘fiction’. “

According to my own personal view, the title could also stem from the Mother’s (Aila’s) viewpoint rather than just the father, Sonny.
Will being Aila’s baby, as emphasized and proclaimed by Will himself in several parts of the narrative was closer to Aila than he ever was to anyone else in his family.
He felt for her. He was a friend to her in her times of solitude. He was someone she could rely on.
Aila is the only character in the book whose personal story never comes out. As Malashri Lal points out in her introduction,
“ she (Aila) is the only person who knows her own story. Silent, self-contained, assured, she guards her privacy, always. “

The epigraph, the novel begins with,
“You had a Father, let your son say so.”
- William Shakespeare, Sonnet 13
Could as well as be from the father’s side as well as the mother’s side.
Therefore, the story becomes a metaphorical narrative constructed by the parents for their children.

Howard Roark

My Favourite Character
and
Is it possible to be like Howard Roark ?



“I don’t wish to be the symbol for anything. I’m only myself.”
~Howard Roark
“The Fountainhead”

Ayn Rand’s “The Fountainhead” which was published in 1943 had a lot of new things to offer – from architecture to Objectivism, everything was lapped up the cult following it generated. For me, the best part of the book is its protagonist-
Howard Roark – Architecture.

Roark is the kind who wonders why ineptitude should be allowed to exist. He is the sort who would rather struggle in obscurity than compromise on his artistic and personal vision. He is from the rare species who in shrugging off a compliment manage to keep their integrity and self-respect perfectly intact. He denies all references to his inherent selflessness, instead declaring himself as selfish as humanly possible and referring to Peter Keating a selfless man. He denounces his kindness while at the same time helping a man face through his most troublesome projects. It is the same man who later refers to him “a failure, a flop, an incompetent”.

Ayn Rand, in descibin’ the character of “Mike” Sean Xavier Donnigan,
has given us an inside view of Roark as well-
“…People meant very little to Mike, but their performance a great deal. He worshipped expertness of any kind. He loved his work passionately and had no tolerance for anything save for other single-track devotions. He was a master in his own field and he felt no sympathy except for mastery. His view of the world was simple: there were the able and there were the incompetent: he was not concerned with the latter. He loved buildings. He despised, however, all architects.”

After reading the book I believe that each man has the moral obligation to defend what is good and true- to stand for every man, woman and child who can not be stood for.
I believe a man should stand for himself.
To the sheep and the second-handers, I have only one thing to say – Learn to swim.

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OBJECTIVISM

“Man cannot survive except through his mind”
~Howard Roark, “The Fountainhead”.

The theory of Objectivism was first propounded by the writer, novelist and philosopher, Any Rand. According to Wikipedia , Objectivism is derived from the principle that human knowledge and values are objective: they are not intrinsic to some inaccessible reality, nor created by the thoughts one has, but are determined by the nature of reality, to be discovered by man's mind. Rand characterized Objectivism as "a philosophy for living on earth", grounded in reality, and aimed at defining man's nature and the nature of the world in which he lives.

Rand when asked to simplify the terms of her theory said that Reality existed as an objective absolute. Facts are facts independent of man’s feelings, wishes, hopes or fears.
She identified Reason as man’s only means of perceiving reality, his only source of knowledge, his only guide to action, and his basic means of survival. According to her, Man - every man is an end in himself, not the means to the ends of others. He must exist for his own sake, neither sacrificing himself to others nor sacrificing others to himself. The pursuit of his own rational self-interest and of his own happiness is the highest moral purpose of his life.

Rand believed that there must be only three supreme values allowed to govern a person's life: Reason, Purpose, and Self-esteem.
Reason, as his only tool of knowledge.
Purpose, as his choice of the happiness which that tool must proceed to achieve.
Self-esteem, as his inviolate certainty that his mind is competent to think and his person is worthy of happiness, which means: is worthy of living.
These three values implied and required all of man's virtues, and all his virtues pertained to the relation of existence and consciousness: rationality, independence, integrity, honesty, justice, productiveness, pride.

It is like Roark says at the Cortlandt trial, “Mind is an attribute of the individual. There is no such thing as thing as a collective brain.”


Bibliography-
~Wikipedia
~Ayn Rand Institute

Its all in your Jeans!

"...Some like it short,
Most like theirs hot,
Tight is not always right,
But a true fit is certainly a hit!"
~Courtesy:- Moi


Originating in the eighteenth century those comfy pair of Jeans are one major piece of heritage! They have truly withstood not just the test but also the CBSE Examination of T.I.M.E (Truly Intense Mortifying Experience).

The word Jeans itself comes from the first Fashion Frat- the Genoan sailors who used to wear clothes made out of a mixture of various stuff. Denim was a kind of black clothing used in France from the town of Nimes. Then an entrepreneur decided to come along and make jeans while the gold was dug. His name was Levi Strauss. The rest is pure old history!

From the 70's Bell Bottoms to the 2000s Skinny - everyone has a story to tell. So do our parents! I have heard accounts of how Connaught's Mohan Singh Place was the only market in Delhi to cater to the need of the then young and happening crowd who also wanted to be seen in Jean-Pants. Or if you happened to have generous NRI relatives, you could always twist them into getting a pair or two for you!

So what is it about the Jeans culture that has managed to not just survive but blatantly, against all odds, remain the most haute couture item in everyone's wardrobe? Evolution, my dear Watson! Think about it. It makes perfect sense. In order to survive, something must adapt to its ever-changing environment. This principle applies to all things, alive and non-living. Without adaptation comes extinction. It is essential to evolve. Jeans have done exactly that. In the constantly changing world of fashion and popular culture, jeans have been adjusted every step of the way to suit their new environment. In this case, the environment involves trends, attitudes and looks. With every decade and every new generation, jeans have been adapted in order to ensure their continued popularity.

Initially worn by workers, Jeans, have managed to sustain life for a century or so. Now, with my and every die hard fanatic's wish, may they continue to do so forever and ever!

India... ???

-India is where sweet Lassi and tangy MangoChutney go hand in hand and somehow where famine is the norm every summer.
-India is the land of Monsoons where rains clog up the most metropolitan of our cities.
-India is where Rituals and Traditions throng the markets - From New Year to Diwali, its all about the money, honey!
-India is where the Government employs the world's largest railway system under a single management.
-India is where we have a fine of 50 bucks for riding atop the Delhi Metro.
I am certain quite a few may have tried it.
-India is where every teeny weeny kid recites the anthem whereas only a handful understand the highly Sankritised Bengali.
-India is where there is a Paradise on Earth, only Pakistan seems to think otherwise.
-India is where the public signs up protesting against rape atrocities in the Congo War, while our very own females (age no bar) have no voice.
-India is where we have 1% of the world's road vehicles and 6 % of the world's road accident deaths.
-India is where we have a population of One Billion and counting with about 40% of them below the poverty line.
-India is where the average age of people losing their virginity is eighteen years.
-India is where the highest number of HIV infections are found.
-India is where the 500,000 female infants were chosen to be killed before they arrived in his world.
-India is where everyone points out the problems in our system... but never the solutions.

---Girls and Maths---

Akshay- "Mummy! I got a 90 in Maths!"
Akshita- "Guess what? I got a 100!"
Akshay- "That is not possible! You are a girl!"

Sounds familiar?
Maybe, you have remarked something on those lines, yourself.
"A girl scoring better than a boy in Mathematics?"
*Rolling of eyes*
"Really not!"

Welcome to the 21st Century, where, if a female somehow manages to outwit a male in academics it is considered nothing short of outrageous... and if the subject concerned is Mathematics, blasphemous!

Are girls really that pathetic when it comes to Numbers ?
Actually, it has been proved that middle school and high school girls have positive attitudes toward school but negative attitudes toward mathematics.
But why is this so?
Its all about attitude!
Parents' attitudes, parents' and teachers' attitudes, expectations, and actions with regard to girls' performance in math affect - and have the potential to improve - girls' expectations, attitudes, and performance in math. Teachers' teaching style, such as their use of cooperative rather than competitive learning, also plays a pivotal role in girls' relationship with math.

Therefore, girls can do just as well at math as boys -- even at the genius level -- if they are given the same opportunities and encouragement. Hence, culture, not biology, might explain why females in some parts of the world don't perform as well as males in math. We conclude that gender inequality, not lack of innate ability or 'intrinsic aptitude', is the primary reason fewer females than males are identified as excelling in mathematics performance in most countries,

-Generalization is a sin. Which we happily continue to excel in.

Green Careers

Do you happen to be a helpless greenomantic at heart?
Or are you the kind whose biggest contribution towards the environment is chanting "Keep my Delhi Green and Clean" while throwing that teeny bubble gum wrapper in the overloaded bin and ignoring the rubbish strewn all around?
Or maybe the sort who actually wants to do something spectacular but just does not know where to get started?
Well, then, maybe I have got some news for you.
Its time for you to quit being oh-so-brilliantly clueless.
Join the Green Brigade!

There are truckloads of Green jobs out there waiting for you to explore. You can either be a Wildlife Filmmaker or an ardent Environmental Lawyer. Maybe an Organic Farmer or an Environmental Journalist.
Take your pick!

Already heard of these but looking for something to do with your hobbies?
If you love cooking why not try out your hand at being a Green Chef? You get to transform your restaurants or hotels into showplaces for environmental sustainability. You solar power your eating joints, use ‘reusable’ delivery boxes and avoid chemical cleaning products. In addition, you get to cook food using locally available ingredients, organic items and/or non-threatened species.

Have bagfuls of passion and fierce interest in wildlife?
Try your hand at becoming a true 'Wildlifer'.
The options include being a wildlife biologist (who studies wildlife biology as a subject), wild doctor or vet, wild artist, and wild activist (who fights for the cause of protecting wildlife).

So you are a thinker and a voracious reader with a curious mind. You tend to be a bit stubborn and independent ideas attract you. Though a not a party animal, your reflective self still likes interacting with people of all kinds, then your Great Green Career could include becoming an Eco-Historian, an Academic, an Author, an Eco-Journalist and what not!

If you like creating objects out of waste, tinkering with gadgets at home and have a strong bend towards Mathematics, Geometry, Physics and Chemistry then maybe your calling is of an Eco-Engineer. If you happen to have a genuine concern for the way humans and their technologies have degraded the ecology drives and you to seek innovative solutions then an Earth Architect is what you should be.

By the way, just for your information, you do not necessarily need that Science degree to be a Green Worker. Nor do you have to be an Environment Fanatic to grow in this field. (Pun Intended!)
So go ahead and let your actions match your passion!

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Bibliography

~Gobar Times~

I do Scream!

“I scream! You scream! We all scream for Ice Cream!”
~The World Wide Ice Cream Anthem

*Voltaire pitied the fact that it wasn’t illegal.
*Emerson trusted it to make conversations witty.
*Van Halen’s flavours were guaranteed to satisfy.

The talk is not of Pot but rather Cartons… Cartons of mouth watering , brain freezing scrumpilicously delicious supercalifragilisticexpialidocious IceCream!!!

Ever since Marco Polo “discovered” Ice Cream in China, be it the scorching summer of 1009 or the wasted winters of 2229 being an avid Ice Cream fan has never gone out of fashion!
Get fruity with Figs and Raisins, mad about Manhattan Mania, go bonkers over Banana Caramel, binge on Belgian Chocolate, mist over Minty ChocoChips…
*sighs*
And if you want to step away from the occidental and get outrageously oriental do try out Chiku, Kisar Pista, Anjeer-Badam, Litchee, Guava, Kala Jamun and Zaffran which is a mix of Pistachio, Saffron and Almonds!
Feeling adventurous?
Play around with Paan chocolate, Tulsi (Basil) chocolate and even Imli flavored chocolate.
Get zapped with Sandalwood flavoured Ice Cream which is unique as it plays more with your sense of smell than taste.

So you are already a fan of the trillion and counting Ice Cream Fan pages on the social networking sites and don’t have anything better to do?
Want to express your love by being a tad bit more creative?
Get a Job as an ice cream taster!
That has definitely got to be in vogue!
Imagine a mountain of sumptuous ice cream, sprinkled with cream and scattered with walnuts, honey, peanuts, and various fruits. Imagine carrying the first spoonful to your mouth... imagine the violent ecstasy. A whole opera of sensation rolling off your tongue…. A true soul stirring experience!
The best part, according to official real life Ice Cream Tasters, you get to eat all the divine ice cream you want with a glorious Gold spoon!
Top that one up! (Pun intended!)

Happy Yumming forever! =D

Truly Twilightish

First there were Tolkien and Lewis.
Then along came Rowling (after a looooooong while)
These writers who taught the world to read had one strand in common
-the genre of Fantasy Literature.
... and then Stephenie Meyer decided to write!

Meyer came forward with the most happening form of Literature ever seen - ChickLit!
Anyone who can dare argue against the apparent ChickLit factor of Twilight has to answer to the highly acclaimed critic, Ms. Zehra Kazmi's claim that if you take out the words "I froze","I cud smell his breath", "my heartbeat rose", "his gaze was intense","his touch was gentle and cold", "with icy fingers,he traced my collarbone/cheek/hair, "with his cold hand"... then only half the book would remain!
(Taken from her "YapYap with a Friend")

The book "Twilight", published in 2005, deals with the seventeen year old protagonist, Isabella Swan's never ending dilemma of How to date a Vampire?
(This work of art coming after my own umpteenth sincere effort to get over the charms of the "vegetarian vampire", Edward Cullen, may actually prove helpful if you somehow manage to land yourself in the town of Forks.)
Isabella, or Bella as she prefers to be known,has just moved from Phoenix to the rainy town of Forks where her stocks seem to have risen through the roof. She tries very hard to understand the wit-scrambling gorgeous hotties on the prowl at her new school. Her endeavours may vary from running bang in the middle of an oncoming truck (and hoping that a Cullen is nearby)or trying to date a Vampire on a non-liquid diet.
(Btw, when a Vampire says that she is on a strict liquid-diet, it would be saner to run a few baker's dozens kilometers in the opposite direction rather than commenting "Ooooo! What a coincidence? Same Pinch!"
... you might just save your family a bloodless-body funeral.)

The character of Edward can be said to be based on a Darcy-meets-Rochester imagination. Edward in the keeping with the Aristotlean tragedy is of a noble upbringing and tries very hard to keep his tragic flaw (of being a Monster) in check. Edward is constantly trying to warn Bella to stay away from him... not that he seems to take heed of it himself. He somehow manages to save Bella's life several times even leaving her with a crescent shaped scar near the end of the novel.

The book stars the impossibly pale looking brood of yum vampires lead by the charismatic Dr. Carlisle Cullen who loves playing Baseball. And in what is arguably the film's most dramatic moment, vampire heartthrob Edward takes Bella to play baseball with his family, only to draw the attention of some visiting vamps who challenge the coven to a game, realize Bella's a human, attempt to take a bite out of what they believe to be an after-game snack and kick off the film's violent climax. Not that being saved by a vampire who completely adores you though lusts for your blood is a thing to be missed - not even in a hundred years!

P.S.- You don't see any mention of Jacob Black because I do not like him. Period.

Music! Music! Music!

"Put another Nickel in,
In the Nickelodeon
All I want is kissing you and Music, Music, Music!"
~Teresa Brewer

...Not all that terribly familiar, is it?
Maybe if you try singing it along with the Maggi tune...
"Music! Music! Music!" or "Maggi!Maggi!Maggi!"
*There you go* =D
Rip offs in the name of inspiration have been the staple diet of many lyricists for the past oh-so-many Musical Treaties!
Just a one time instance, you plead...
Being Creatively Challenged is not that huge a crime, you cry...
*Half-past challenged, you mean*
All is fair in being a Mushrooming Musician trying out his hand at Integrated Hybridity!

Then how about,
"...Sarang Haeyo~"
*Gibberish???*
Well to all those who don't know Korean it ought to be~

And for the Hindi-speakin' crowd...
How does Race's "Pehli Nazar" sound?

Well the difference between the songs (apart from the language and the settin')
is...
*Voila!*
(A Pepe Jeans ka button free)
~Zilch~
~Blanko~
~Uno minus Uno~

For the zealous (unlyk me)
I have Control+Ced and Control+Ved the Lyrics...
Just in case you had the audacity to doubt my intent in exposin' the Pritam fellow.

"itcheumeseo neol saranghaedo toeni aju chokeumui na pumeseonal namgyeodugo tteona kantamyoen nae mam apeungeo charal chanha saranghaeyo tashi shijak haeyo himteul keman haesston keudae chimanI love my friend neo animyon andwaeUri sarangeun chonghaejyo peorin ingeol neol himteulgehan nunmul kkajido ijen naega cheonbu kapeulkkeyo naega kippeungeon noui keu useumi chikeum nal talma issta neungeosarang haeyo keudae maneul nal himteulge haessteon keudae chiman sarang haeyo neo animyon andwae modeungeol ijgo haengbok hageman haechul kkeyosaranghaeyo tashi shijak haeyo himteul keman haesston keudae chimanI love my friend neo animyon andwaeUri sarangeun chonghaejyo peorin unmyongiya... "

Btw,
for the uninitiated,
"Sarang Hae yo" means...
"I Lub thee" =D

...

Created by Him for his glory,
Blowing the trumpet of the never ending story,
Given the power to reason,
What we ended up choosing was ultimate treason,
Cribbing and crying out loud,
About the Sacrifice, we have forgotten all about
Saved by the blood of the Saviour?
But we will never show it in our behaviour.
Tense about the impending future,
We compete with each other like the last barbarian creature,
Once we were mesmerised by the promises,
Now, all we look for is an instant fix.

Favourite Break-Up Lines

"Tell me with so many out there
Why I always turn to you ? Why???
Your goodbyes tear me down every time!
And it’s so easy to see that they’ll blame this on me...(as usual) "

"I fell a thousand times coz' I let your drag me down..." :-/

"We were never meant for do or die..."
Or were we?

"I didn't come here to hurt you now I can't stop..."
...and trust me, I hate myself for this.

"Is it over yet?
Can I open my eyes?"

"A lot of things I can take
Got a high thresh hold for pain
But let's get one thing straight
I'm not down to sharing you with anyone"

"You're so hot tempered
With the shortest fuse
You're such a mess
And with an attitude"

"You and me walkin' together
Screwing up for worse or for better"

*Love*

I like the songs,
But not the feeling.

I appreciate the acts,
But never the emotions.

I understand the awe,
But not the wistfulness.

I get the laughing,
But never the crying.

I manage the stares,
But not the look.

I fathom the wisdom,
But hardly the lack of it.

the Words in my head

*Brilliantly Clueless*
*Creatively Challenged*
*Hypothetical Bloomings*
*Stereotypical Beginnings*
*Harsh Readings*
*Rhetorical Declarations*
*Insipid Deliberations*
*Hyped Scenarios*
*Tristanly Isolde*
*Musical Treaties*
*Aboriginal Truce*
*Half-past Challenged*
*Crankily Confused*
*Meandering Allegations*
*Houdini Philosophies*
*Honey-Sugar Mellowings*
*Brutish Imagination*
*God's Microphone*
*Minuscule Irrationalities*
*Murderous Intentions*
*Compatible Identities*
*Freakanoid Realities*
*Morbid Situations*
*Didactic Hopelessness*
*Seriously Fun*
*Concave Darkness*
*Integrated Hybridity*
*Callous Spikes*
*GodStruck Tradition*
*Hopeless Nitwits*
*Nincompoop Witnesses*
*Versatile Theologians*
*Tell-Tale Visions*
*Mushrooming Musicians*
*Minuscule Priorities*
*Meandering Mission*
*Motion Reversal*
*Hydrated Lisp*
*Wistful Vacations*
*Martyred Aspirations*
*Hovering Dreams*
*Mute Resignation*
*Hiccuppin' Visuals*
*Matriarchal Sympathy*
*Redundant BrainCells*
*Ravished Savanna*
*Debatable Virtues*
*Eclipsed Desires*
*Medieval Authority*
*Patriarchal Supervision*
*Legible Transcript*

So you had a Bad Day?

So you had a bad day?
Barely alive... hardly breathing?
No one out there to walk you down the aisle?
Then maybe still alive, but barely breathing?
Mournin' the loss of your peace of mind...your sanity?
Lost somewhere in the wilderness of your creative imagination?
Unable to make sense of the paltry remains?
Cruelly dashed to the point of no hope?
Still brilliantly clueless?
No one around to put you first?
Heard it all before?

Has your individuality been deflowered?
Maybe you have been asleep for way too long?
Have your best days turned out to be your worst?
What do you do when you just cannot stop bleedin'?
So you don't know what to say to those who already know what to say?
What are you actually supposed to do when the best part of you is chokin' you?

So there you are... all alone... again.

*lost*
*dashed*
*crushed*
*defeated*
*strangulated*
*abused*
*betrayed*
*broken*
*misused*
*fallen*
*choking*
*orphaned*
*forsaken*
*numb*
*smothered*
*shocked*
*scandalised*

Wherever.
Whoever.
Whatever.
Whysoever.
Whatsoever.
...However

What if it is your turn to cry...
...Don't they say that bad things happen for a reason...
Is'nt it about tym you conned yourself into imagining a golden line to that fabled silver cloud...
Take a peek outside the window pane.
Maybe what you need is a conversation... or again, maybe not.

...and along came Randomness

Rules:
Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 RANDOM things, facts, habits, or goals

about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. (Or as many as you can choose, anyway) You have to

tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.

(To do this, go to "notes" under tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note,

type your 25 RANDOM things, tag 25 people -in the right hand corner of the app- then click publish.)

Quote-Unquote Mademoiselle Rhema Mukti Baxter

! I believe in the Father Almighty,
The Maker of Heaven and Earth...
*I do! I do! I do!* =)

! *RealisationStruck* =O
I just adore playin' Prezzie-Prezzie!!! =P

! How do you face Rejection???
Get used to it people! Its high tym!

! I am hopin' to bump into someone even a quarter as mushy as Wall-E.

! My faveritest tingy in the whole wide world has to definitely be Water.

! Roads and me were never meant to be crossed.

7. <~~~ This number oh-so-Moi~

! I highly recommend the incognito power of being Brilliantly Clueless.

! I am capable of being truly-in-ek-lauta-everlastin'-lub with more than one person at a tym.

! I still believe that Bullyin' is my true callin'...

! Dopelegangerism kinda irritates me to no end. *Hmph*

! I oh-so don't wanna ever get married though I still fantasize about...
Something old, something new
Something borrowed, something blue
And a silver sixpence in my shoe!

! I think BuckTeeth are hawt!!!

! Being a Yapster is every bit as tedious as it seems.

! For the record,
Pink is NOT my fave colour.

! DoNotPick and DoNotCall are not the same things.

! I have the smallest hands in the whole wide world.

! I miss Tinky+Chanda+Sasha+Bunty+Pixie+Zoonie+Bingo.

! Methinks was first used by Shakespeare.

! ClosestBestestBuddy+YoungestBestPhrandwa+BestFriendNeverAcknowledged...
Thats how I label my throng of Dosts.

! Singin' "Amazing Grace" or "Shepherd of my Soul" can lift up my soul at the worst of times.

! If I eva leave this world alibhe... the sadness that you feel will soon subside.

! R has to undeniably be the supercalifragilisticexpialidociousest alphabet eva!

! Express Yourself --- Disagree!!!

! Have you ever noticed that people who wear Mickey Mouse watches are usually creative and fun to be with?

My Prayer

Tankoo Jesus!
You are definitely the best!
There is none lyk You in the world and the rest.
Only with You, do we excel the toughest test.
We wanna lub Thee with the utmost zest.
And may all men say Amen!

=D