Beyond Repair

Tupac Shakur

2009-09-13T16:16:00.000-07:00

The 13th of September, 2009, is the 13th anniversary of Tupac Shakur's death. Even now, 13 years down the line, he is remembered. His songs are his legacy, his gift to the world. For a 25 year old black man, he made an impression, a mark that is still visible today.

In less than 2 years, I'll be 25. What will my mark be?

Thus typed the Nishah

2009-05-21T23:51:00.000-07:00

I feel like blogging. I have blogged.

Ta-dah.

Hatch?

2008-08-25T01:29:00.000-07:00

And a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down, the medicine go dooooown, medicine go down.

2008-05-12T18:30:00.000-07:00

Procrastination is a sin.

Gee, ya think?

Check for super long blogpost by Sunday.

2008-01-19T10:25:00.000-08:00

admitting an addiction is difficult. I am addicted to sloth, gluttony, and alcohol. Step 1 reached.
Funnily enough, I never thought that an occasional drink would be something I considered an addiction.
But when you develop an alcohol aversion, yet still crave the substance, don't you feel there's a problem?

Somehow, the other two vices are causing more problems for now.

2007-10-11T10:15:00.001-07:00

is still alive..

Sexay

2007-08-16T22:54:00.000-07:00

THIS is what I consider sexy. Well, one of the things, anyway. I have hundreds, no, thousands of pictures on my laptop, of people, places, and things that I consider beautiful/sexy/attractive. My idea of sexy changes according to my wants and needs of the moment, something I'm sure most of us go through, but again I'm pretty sure my radar is more erratic than most.

Wikipedia is a beautiful thing. All my life I've been wondering about my own sexuality, seeing as how I don't exactly have normal reactions to most things. The concept of bisexuality hasn't really appealed, as I was never attracted to a person solely by their sex, but by attraction itself.

"But that happens to everyone!" you exclaim.

No it doesn't...

You like a particular boy, or a particular girl. Or you can like either a particular boy or a particular girl, whatever floats your boat. But the concept of sex is there. I'm not bi-curious (go look up Sash if you're interested). My attraction to a person isn't based on conscious thoughts of their biological sex or even their gender.
.
.
.

I like them.

.
.
.

That's it. That's essentially it. Don't ask me what turns me on because at this point I wouldn't be able to tell you. I just do.

There you have it...

Kanishah Rajadurai, pansexual.

~"You're not a eunuch, are you?"
Captain Jack Sparrow

2007-08-12T02:21:00.000-07:00

*hearts* And i feel that way... occasionally...

Haro peepurs...

2007-07-22T05:36:00.000-07:00

Nyahahahahahahahahahaha... That's about it for coherent thought on this post actually. No concepts or new styles. o[>_<]o I really don't know why. On the bright side, Our College Ball was yesterday, and I saw the power and beauty of giving everyone consistently low expectations shine forth brightly. ^_^

Translation: Everyone expected me to show up in jeans and a t-shirt, considering that
i actually did that for my college's other formal function,Annual night.

So when I do show up in a simple embroidered kurta, everyone's like "ohmigod" and "Wow, you should dress up more often!" Meh, just too easy ^_^ Granted, everyone was most sweet in pushing me to wear a sari/dress/lengga/any damn fool thing with a skirt... buuuut I just felt that I'd rather wear something I was comfy wearing and wouldn't feel like a dressed up blimp in. Plus, I could dance in the kurta, so clubbing after that was fun ;)

[For ze curious, pics are up on my Friendster]

What's been up this week?

I'm in my Obstetrics and Paediatrics posting right now, which mean that I deal primarily with two things... Pregnant women and children, two of mah absolute favorite things. [sorry, sarcasm doesn't really come off well in print]

I held a baby for the foist toime last week, and no, my heart didn't suddenly burst forth with a gush of love and maternal feelings. what it did do was go into overdrive at the sound of my brain screaming

"For the love of GOD you Idiot, DON'T DROP THE DAMN THING!!!!!"

I don't think the mom would have been too happy to hear me call it that, but I'm sure she'll be comforted by the thought that her kids' safety was uppermost in my mind ^_^

Life goes on, as usual... nothing new to report this week, and I'll end this rambling post by saying that if anything happens, you guys'll be the first to know ^_^ Ta!

2007-07-07T06:02:00.000-07:00

I had the urge to do this so that one post on my blog would be dates 07/07/07... Sad, but ohsoneverso true... I've been feeling out new styles of writing, as evidenced by the last few posts, but I haven't been getting anywhere.. I need practice. Hmm... *walks off to count clouds*

The past two months, or maybe three, have been momentous ones. *ooh, momentous, love that word* Since I began clinics here in Manipal, so many things have happened.

In the past two months I have...

made friends, argued about penises in a crowded restaurant (It's ALL muscle! It is NOT!), learned about recreational drugs, politely refused recreational drugs, learned how to stop at three shots, discovered that i am abso-fucking-lutely useless at cards, filled up a restaurant with noise, learnt that although I can and have discussed faecal matter over dinner there is and always will be a limit, fallen in crush, fallen out of crush, appreciated ass, examined patients, been yelled at in public, escaped from said yelling by crying, tied friendship bands, wound fluff balls, watched porn, laughed my ass of at porn, sat through a psychiatrist session, reaffirmed my interst in psychiatry, written out plots for over 20 one-shots, fallen into FF7 fandom, crushed madly on Johnny Depp (Johnny, Johnny!), crushed Insanely on Jack Sparrow (Sparrow, Sparrow!!!!!), assessed my level of self-confidence [current status : Nil], vaccinated a baby, organised a day out at Asha Nilaya, gotten angry, Cried, barked (yes, I did say bark and yes, I am willing to demonstrate), clubbed at Goa, witnessed a couple getting together, witnessed a couple break up, played pool, flirted (badly, but I'm a beginner) fallen in love, remained stubbornly stuck in love, managed to yank myself out of love, fallen over, assisted in obstruction of justice, aided and abetted a fight, laughed till I cried, Lived....

~"I don't think I can suvive many more visits from old friends"
Captain Jack Sparrow

How do I...

2007-07-01T12:20:00.000-07:00

Angst angst angst emo emo emo damn whyd i blow my day like that another week gone my rooms in a mess crap crap crap not studying oh damn assignment comin up shit must work with her a ooh wait cute guy sighting warm happy fuzzy feelings mmm mmm mmm whee oh look there he is again mmm mmm mmm whee oh mi goodness look at the time float float float oh wait what was i emoing about again oh well where is he now hmmm happy fuzzy feeling winds up oh good no rain now i can walk mmm walk walk walk so fun in this weather ish ish ish am too happy to emo anymore *siiiiigh*

~ Keep telling yerself that darlin'
- Captain Jack Sparrow

Recycle!

2007-06-13T23:33:00.000-07:00

Reposting something I wrote yonks ago, when I first watched Pirates of the Carribean I and 2003. SO long ago! Observe, how my writing style has changed but not my OBSESSION for Jack Sparrow ^_^

Friday, September 19, 2003

Hah.. No angst today,... had a happy one.. went out.. caught a movie ("Pirates of de Carribean) ... Johnny Depp! *swoons* sigh... people think I'm strange... how can you be obsessed with him? Well,.. it IS strange.. in a way.. I'm actually obsessed with three different Johnny Depps...

The first Johnny Depp is Johnny the family man.. and I feel no attraction to him in "that" way whatsoever... call me cracked but to me this is the aspect of Johnny Depp that I associate with having a family.. a wife and kids... and I feel just Wrong liking him in any other way than sheer admiration for the way him and his family interact in public so happily... I saw a pic of him with what I assume was his daughter,.. and I just melted.. they looked so wonderful together... coming from a family that is not too happy.. (understatement of the year) it really gives me the warm fuzzies to see how devoted he is... Even if it's just a facade designed for the camera... I love seeing it.. How could I be attracted to him in this aspect in any other way than just admiration? that would be just sick!

The second Johnny Depp is what I call the 'actor' Johnny Depp... This is the Johnny Depp you see in magazines and movies and who is generally public property. Because I am female and cannot deny the fact that he is seriously hot... This is the side I can swoon over perfectly legitimately... This is the side of him where i can see that *too hot* smile and bod and just go ~ge-de-bup~ (In case you were wondering, that was the sound of me hitting the floor...) Augh.. hot, hot, hot... Sideways smiles just DO something for me.. i must state that at no moment do I actually 'like' him as a person.. as I don't know what the hell he's like... I just think that for a forty year old he's got no right to be looking so damn fine.... In essence i just think he's hot.. period. Don't even get me started on him with long hair ~ge-de-bup~ *picks herself up off floor ten minutes later wondering how the hell she got there*

The third Johnny Depp is,.. of course, Captain Jack Sparrow... ~Ker-Splash~ (that would have been the sound of me melting into a puddle of ... well would the right word be obsession?) This Johnny Depp is the safest as he's a character in a movie.. throw in that grin,.. a voice that is sexy as sin,... skills with a sword,... and a lust for freedom that almost matches my own,... What's NOT to like? honestly I am abso-fuckin-lutely obsessed with this character as I KNOW he's fictional and as such can transport him into my own world without any trouble at all... He's got the humour, the body,... and ~Ker-Splash~ Sorry.. little obsession moment there...

So you see.. these are the three Johnny Depp's I like,.. all with varying degrees and types of emotions.. Hell, actualy there's two Johnny Depp's and one character I feel no qualms about going absolutely ga-ga as he is completely imaginary and therefore... safe... Wonderful world.. innit?

die

2007-01-28T08:28:00.000-08:00

diediediediediediediefuckingdieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

happy fucking new year. What the heck??!?! Unis are ridiculous man. If i cram and pass, I'm gonna feel like an idiot. If I fail, I'm even more of an idiot... And in other aspects... Let's just say that sometimes... most times, actually, being the bigger person frankly sucks. so much easier to be bitchy, but nooooo... do i do that, noooo... I'm fake nice.

Dear God,

How exactly does karma work? Could I have a point system or something? How does 'bitch-fest' rate next to 'patently fake'?

Much love,

Nisha

~Karma....now there's a bitch~

Regrets

2007-01-24T07:47:00.000-08:00

Did I miss out by not going to England? Did I lose something that would have been grand and beautiful and altogether life-changing by going to India instead?

Yes.

I did.

And it pretty much hurts.

Me coming to India initially seemed like a blessing in disguise, as I’d have floundered in the Western system of foreign concepts to me like ‘work’, ‘understanding’ and ‘mugging is bad for you yes it is’…. But I think I needed to flounder. I’m in a course where my current study habits of “Oh-my-Lord-God-it’s-three-in-the-fucking-morning-and-the-exam’s-at-eight” are not really the kind of things one needs to get through well,…. But I’m in a place where they work.

And that doesn’t bode too well for the future.

Plus… Plus… I want to be somewhere ELSE. Somewhere far, far away from here. Anywhere but here. Thank goodness I went to China over the hols. That one week now seems so far away,… But my memories have carried me through a lot of difficult times over the past year.

Beauty is the salve of ones’ soul. The place, the atmosphere, the vibes.. it was so beautiful and new and clear and free and….. Good lord I was just AWAY……. I remember seeing clear water and blue skies and that pulls me through the day. I remember touching stone that felt like cold steel even as the sun baked the air around me and I smile. I remember… I remember feeling full. So full.

Bow to me...

2007-01-15T07:45:00.000-08:00

Ah, who knew? (^.^)v

Pass it on

2006-12-11T08:29:00.000-08:00

Almost a month ago, Micheal Backman wrote a column on Malaysia, that I feel was an amazingly accurate, outsiders point of view on the situation in Malaysia. Some may feel it's too biased, some may feel it's too negative, but I believe, it's as honest as you're gonna get in a short column. Pass it around. Put it up on your blog. Tell people about the site. Ask them to read it. MAKE THEM THINK.

While Malaysia fiddles, its opportunities are running dry
By Michael Backman
The Age
November 15, 2006

MALAYSIA'S been at it again, arguing about what proportion of the economy each of its two main races — the Malays and the Chinese — owns. It's an argument that's been running for 40 years. That wealth and race are not synonymous is important for national cohesion, but really it's time Malaysia grew up.

It's a tough world out there and there can be little sympathy for a country that prefers to argue about how to divide wealth rather than get on with the job of creating it.

The long-held aim is for 30 per cent of corporate equity to be in Malay hands, but the figure that the Government uses to justify handing over huge swathes of public companies to Malays but not to other races is absurd. It bases its figure on equity valued, not at market value, but at par value.

Many shares have a par value of say $1 but a market value of $12. And so the Government figure (18.9 per cent is the most recent figure) is a gross underestimate. Last month a paper by a researcher at a local think-tank came up with a figure of 45 per cent based on actual stock prices. All hell broke loose. The paper was withdrawn and the researcher resigned in protest. Part of the problem is that he is Chinese.

"Malaysia boleh!" is Malaysia's national catch cry. It translates to "Malaysia can!" and Malaysia certainly can. Few countries are as good at wasting money. It is richly endowed with natural resources and the national obsession seems to be to extract these, sell them off and then collectively spray the proceeds up against the wall.

This all happens in the context of Malaysia's grossly inflated sense of its place in the world.

Most Malaysians are convinced that the eyes of the world are on their country and that their leaders are world figures. This is thanks to Malaysia's tame media and the bravado of former prime minister Mahathir Mohamad. The truth is, few people on the streets of London or New York could point to Malaysia on a map much less name its prime minister or capital city.

As if to make this point, a recent episode of The Simpsons features a newsreader trying to announce that a tidal wave had hit some place called Kuala Lumpur. He couldn't pronounce the city's name and so made up one, as if no-one cared anyway. But the joke was on the script writers — Kuala Lumpur is inland.

Petronas, the national oil company is well run, particularly when compared to the disaster that passes for a national oil company in neighbouring Indonesia. But in some respects, this is Malaysia's problem. The very success of Petronas means that it is used to underwrite all manner of excess.

The KLCC development in central Kuala Lumpur is an example. It includes the Twin Towers, the tallest buildings in the world when they were built, which was their point. It certainly wasn't that there was an office shortage in Kuala Lumpur — there wasn't.

Malaysians are very proud of these towers. Goodness knows why. They had little to do with them. The money for them came out of the ground and the engineering was contracted out to South Korean companies. They don't even run the shopping centre that's beneath them. That's handled by Australia's Westfield.

Next year, a Malaysian astronaut will go into space aboard a Russian rocket — the first Malay in space. And the cost? $RM95 million ($A34.3 million), to be footed by Malaysian taxpayers. The Science and Technology Minister has said that a moon landing in 2020 is the next target, aboard a US flight. There's no indication of what the Americans will charge for this, assuming there's even a chance that they will consider it. But what is Malaysia getting by using the space programs of others as a taxi service? There are no obvious technical benefits, but no doubt Malaysians will be told once again, that they are "boleh". The trouble is, they're not. It's not their space program.

Back in July, the Government announced that it would spend $RM490 million on a sports complex near the London Olympics site so that Malaysian athletes can train there and "get used to cold weather". But the summer Olympics are held in the summer.

So what is the complex's real purpose? The dozens of goodwill missions by ministers and bureaucrats to London to check on the centre's construction and then on the athletes while they train might provide a clue.

Bank bale outs, a formula one racing track, an entire new capital city — Petronas has paid for them all. It's been an orgy of nonsense that Malaysia can ill afford.

Why? Because Malaysia's oil will run out in about 19 years. As it is, Malaysia will become a net oil importer in 2011 — that's just five years away.

So it's in this context that the latest debate about race and wealth is so sad.

It is time to move on, time to prepare the economy for life after oil. But, like Nero fiddling while Rome burned, the Malaysian Government is more interested in stunts like sending a Malaysian into space when Malaysia's inadequate schools could have done with the cash, and arguing about wealth distribution using transparently ridiculous statistics.

That's not Malaysia "boleh", that's Malaysia "bodoh" (stupid).

ends

http://www.michaelbackman.com/LatestAgeColumn2.html

Shuffle!!

2006-11-21T02:03:00.000-08:00

Note : VERY delayed post. Typed out abt 2 months back

I flicked this tag from Chris!! Seems interesting ^_^

1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. Press forward for each question.
3. Use the song title as the answer to each question.
4. NO CHEATING.

***

1. How am I feeling today?
Shuffle says: Fallin' by Alicia Keys

Comment:
Interesting beginning, as I do feel somewhat off balance right now. "Falling" is an adequate word to use for that feeling. And I am Fallin' in love with the idea of changing my life right about now...

2. Where will I get married?
Shuffle says: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger by Daft Punk

Comment:
This... is amusing to say the least. I hope it relates to... oh wth, you're all thinking it anyway.

3. What is my best friend's theme song?
Shuffle says: Quando, Quando, Quando by Michael Buble and Nelly Furtado

Comment:
Quando is translated as "When". When, when, when will I ever consider anyone a best friend? I have close friend, sometime friends, hell even I-hate-your-guts-but-I'm-still-smiling friends. But I can't choose any one over the other to have a single "best" friend. That's limiting my options man

4. What was high school like?
Shuffle says: Masquerade-Why So Silent in Phantom of the Opera OST

Comment:
VERY apt. High school was five years of wearing a mile-thick mask and withholding my own opinion in most cases. I did not expect soul-baring in this... *sigh*

5. What is the best thing about me?
Shuffle says: This time I'm Free by Dr. Alban

Comment:
I do like myself a lot better now that I'm not so restricted in my words. I'm not *quite* there yet, though. I still feel stifled by the things around me, like the expectations I’m expected to live up to etc. etc. et all…

6. How is today going to be?
Shuffle says: Holler by Spice Girls

Comment:
True enough, as I'm leaving tomorrow for India. Things today will be loud, if nothing else.

7. What is in store for this weekend?
Shuffle says: Journey to the Cemetery in Phantom of the Opera OST

Comment: This...is freeeky. Title aside, this is a lovely, mostly instrumental piece that is hauntingly ominous. I… really don’t know how well this bodes for me.

8. What song describes my parents?
Shuffle says: Never Gonna Leave Your Side by Daniel Beddingfield

Comment:
I sincerely hope this describes their relationship with each other. I love them both, but there are limits to everything. It fits though, as both of them are indeed notoriously clingy. They would bind us to them, holding us to them closely.

9. How is my life going?
Shuffle says: Hindi Sad Diamonds on the Moulin Rouge OST

Comment:
Indecipherable and ungrammatical. Sounds like my life to me!!

10. What song will they play at my funeral?
Shuffle says: Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day

Comment:
Waaaaaay too apt. I hope that not too many of my dreams lie smashed in the dust when I die. At least some should be all shiny and scrubbed up.

11. How does the world see me?
Shuffle says: Full Moon by Brandy

Comment:
Either a reference to my rounded face, which generally is the first thing people notice, or the lyrics of the song, which tells of a woman’s’ irresistible attraction to a man she finds unbelievably attractive. He seems to be an amazingly talented individual *wink* I wish la…

12. What do my friends really think of me?

Shuffle says: Kiss from a Rose by Seal

Comment:
I love this song! And if I’m compared to a kiss from a rose, bringing light to the ‘grey’… I’m unbelievably flattered. I can only dream of being worthy of such love.

13. Do people secretly lust after me?

Shuffle says: Hello Africa (fast remix) by Doctor Alban

Comment:
*dies laughing* What, do I inspire ‘Tribal Love’? Ahaks, this is amazingly spot on in some way. I was feeling quite down about myself at one point, and while I was at the club, an African guy came up and invited me to ‘dance’ (Dance, the modern euphemism for surreptitious grinding) It was nice of him to do so ^_^

14. How can I make myself happy?

Shuffle says: To the moon and back by Savage Garden

Comment:
It’s true, I do need to challenge myself to actually feel that I’m achieving something, instead of merely going through the motions and barely scraping through. Oh well… “To the moon and back!!”

15. What should I do with my life?

Shuffle says: I Want to Spend My Lifetime Loving You by Tina Arena and Marc Anthony

Comment:
A world where I love God like I should is one that I aspire to *grins* A lifetime would almost be too much to ask. And someday…. I wish someone would love me like that too...

16. Will I ever have children?

Shuffle says: Only You by Ashanti

Comment:
And the shuffle has spoken!!! I am the only child of my dreams and effort!! And let's be honest here, I am hardly mother material. Waaay too many hang-ups. I shall devote myself to spoiling the offspring of those around me. Chris!! Hurry up with the adorable mixed children!!

17. What is some good advice?

Shuffle says: Get Mine, Get Yours by Christina Aguilera

Comment:
YES!! A relationship without strings is, at this point, what I aspire to. My emotions are too capricious, precarious and precious for me to entrust them to someone else. And this way, both sides are satisfied ^_^

18. What do I think my current theme song is?

Shuffle says: Livin’ on A Prayer by Bon Jovi

Comment:
Truuuuue this. I’m trusting a higher power, and going through life on a wing and a prayer. Come to think of it, that’s my approach to exams as well. But, the chorus really hits me. “Doesn’t matter if we make it or not, we’ve got each other” That’s the truth in all it’s forms. I have my friends, I have my faith, I have my family ^_^ That’s enough for me!!

19. What does everyone else think about my current life?

Shuffle says: All Nite’ (Don’t Stop) by Janet Jackson

Comment:
WHY does everyone think my life is one straight party??? (If only)... My parents think I pull all-nighter’s studying, and my acquaintances think I pull all-nighters drinking. Both would only be half right =D

20. What type of men do you like?

Shuffle says: Bintang Hati by Edlin

Comment:
Yes, someone please enter my life who will be the “Star of My Liver”. And while we’re on a wish-list, I also would like a penthouse apartment in Noo Yawk and Paris, along with a solid bank account.

21. Will you get married?

Shuffle says: Against The Wind from the Saiyuki Soundtrack

Comment:
Another amazing instrumental. And I doubt it. I could sooner go against the wind, and frankly, I’d rather go wherever the wind takes me.

22. What should I do with my love life?

Shuffle says: Fantasy by Mariah Carey

Comment:
Siiiiiiiigh. Do I create more fantasies, or live them? Tell me now, shuffle!!

23. Where will you live?

Shuffle says: Ordinary World by Duran Duran

Comment:
*blinks* I did NOT choose this song. But I suppose I’ll have to cope with reality.
There’s an ordinary world that somehow I will find.

24. What will your dying words be?

Shuffle says: Your Love is King by Sade

Comment:
I can hope my last words are of God. One free ticket to Moksha!!

25. When I'm having sex, I say...

Shuffle says: Without You Love by 5566

Comment:
Talk about your potential non-sequitor’s!!! At least it ain’t someone’s’ name!

26. When I meet a guy/girl for the first time I say...

Shuffle says: Child by Mark Owen (This song is just... bad… Off it goes!)

Comment:
Hello child, my name is Nisha and I’ll be your mommy for the day. What does it say about my state of mind that the first thing I thought after typing that sentence was “Ewwww…. Weird mother-complex fantasy.”

27. When my parents are angry I say...

Shuffle says: Hakuna Matata from the Lion King soundtrack

Comment:
Yeah!! We all move on!

***

I tag the usual suspects… Ashan, Michelle, and Elli-chan. It would be fun to see what you guys, or rather, your players, came up with. I had to forward a number of songs for the simple reason that I couldn’t understand a word of the title or the song.

Accuracy...

2006-11-13T02:25:00.000-08:00

Yes, yes, now that the making fun of my lack of up-to-dateness on books on punctuation is over we now return to our regularly scheduled programming.


	Windblader Pills: Will cause an increase of craziness
	'What effect do you have on people?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Langwidge...

2006-10-28T02:55:00.000-07:00

Ah… the wonders of knowing a language and some of its oddities. I just returned from a 3 day trip to Kerala, a state in India, and all the way through got whacked about my inability to understand Tamil, my (supposedly) mother tongue. While in a bookshop there I saw a book on punctuation whose title I particularly love.

It is the brilliantly titled “Eats, Shoots, and Leaves” with a panda on the front cover holding a smoking gun ^_^ For some reason I find this hysterically funny. Then a joke I’d read a few years back came to mind.

“A farmer went to market to buy a bull, and ended up buying one that cost considerably more than he expected. He needed to telegraph his wife to tell her to come and pick him up in their truck, but he had only enough money for one word. He thought long and hard, and finally wrote down the word of his choice. “You picked ‘Comfortable’??” exclaimed the telegraph man. “What is that supposed to mean??!!” “Don’t you worry about that.”, said the farmer. “Susie ain’t the best reader in the world. She’ll say the word real slow.”

Eeee…warm, fuzzy feelings.

~I don’t understand a word you’re saying half the time. The other half I know you’re wrong.~

The Perfect man for meeeee......

2006-09-14T18:38:00.000-07:00

The tagged victim must come out with 8 different descriptions of their perfect lover and must mention their gender.

MALE (I may check out chicks, but nope, not gonna happen.)

1.
Hindu, Buddhist, or free-thinker.
Sorry, but that's about as far as I'll go.

2.
MUST be able to talk cock.
I mean this in no erotic way, but a non-talk-cocker will NOT be able to fit in among my friends and I. Therefore, the ability to be able ot shoot the breeze for hours on end is a definite must.

3.
Share my views on kids, namely, the fact that they are unnecessary.
If he wants to spread his genes, thank you very much, don't let the door hit yo' ass on the way out.

4.
Shares my views on most major issues, and is able to defend capably on issues that we DO disagree on.
Have I mentioned that fun arguments are also considered foreplay? Plus, think about it. I'm able to compromise if he doesn't think jeans are daily-wear, but what if he starts babbling about heaven and hell? What if, (SHOCK. GASP.HORROR.) he Doesn't like animals????!!!! Again, watch out for that door.

5.
Loves reading, but doesn't think it compulsory to read intellectual books.
Anyone who is elitist about books and music is NOT in my list.

6.
Patient, and enough stubborness to battle my own, but not enough that we'll be at logger-heads all the time.
To enable a man to put up with me and my insanity, the poor fellow had better be patient, just to keep him firmly on his rocker.

7.
Knows his priorities, and is reasonably neat.
(TWO procrastinating slobs in one place would not be healthy)

8.
Loves me.

Guns are not toys children

2006-08-06T07:09:00.000-07:00

Whee! Just had a Forensics Class with Dr Yoga, the ultimate coolest teacher evAr, and the HOD of our Forensics department. The current topic of discussion is ‘Firearms’. In it, we learn the basics about firearms, and the mechanics behind how they work… It’s mind boggling really…

The amount of thought that has gone into this.

Everything, from making a bullet spin to increase its’ penetrative power, to placing lubricant on a felt pad in a shotgun pellet, so that the gun is lubricated every time its fired, is thought of. People sit down and think of ways to hurt other people. Some might say that we began thinking of this as hunters, searching for food,… but rifles are most definitely for “People-Hunters” not anything else. What were we, universal cannibals?

There are even bullets that are modified to increase the amount of impact and damage that a single bullet can cause. And boy do they ever succeed. Humans have embraced the idea of harming others with much more enthusiasm than they’ve ever approached anything else.

Wars were done on a much smaller scale before the invention of firearms… You tend to get a much clearer idea of mortality when someone is running at you with a saber, than when you fire at someone 100 metres away and his head explodes before he can register the crack of the gun.

The Sniper Attacks in Washington (I think, not too sure abt the city) a few years ago really brought up how much fear long-range weapons can inspire. The person beside you could drop down dead, and while you’re frantically turning, trying to figure out where the next shot is going to come from, bam…. You get hit too

Soldiers are affected as well… With distance weapons, you’re on constant alert, even for things you can’t see…. You’re watching out for snipers in buildings, remote controlled bombs, launched grenades etc. The amount of counseling and desensitizing that a soldier would have to go through after serving in active combat these days is… pretty damn scary. You come back from a full year of service to the loving arms of your family, only to withdraw within yourself, post-traumatic stress syndrome cutting you off from the very people you went to war to protect.

Guns scare me… But people scare me more.

Sexiness is Relative

2006-07-12T06:52:00.000-07:00

Yes, Yes, Yes, YES!!! Italy wins the World Cup!!! The Azzuri have finally done it!! Thank you God… I was rooting for them through the cup,… My picks were Italy, Argentina and Spain… And unfortunately Argentina disappointed me once again…. But the Italians came through!!

The game was a fun one to watch, and I am wonderfully, deeply in love with the Italian goalkeeper. 'Magic hands' is right. Throw in a pair of gorgeous eyes and you have one seriously love-struck child over heah… He can’t take a penalty worth a damn, but the other saves were too beautiful to be true…

I’ve been suffering pangs of heartache over the Serie A scandal, for the Italian and Spanish leagues are a hell of a lot of fun to watch… More drama and Oscar-winning antics in the first half than a full season of Mis Tres Hermanas.. But the play is so fluid that it’s a delight to see… In the Finals, France’s defence was cool. Truly what everyone refers to as a ‘white-wall’… But Italy’s defence was just amazing… I have never claimed to be a football pundit, I don’t watch half enough games to know the slightest bit of Jack… But they were beautiful. The way they were playing with that ball, passing it back and forth with so much precision… Ooh man..

Now I come to the point of this post.

Sexiness is definitely relative for me.

I have never found a man to be so sexy as when he is doing something. I fell for the goalkeeper from the first of his spectacular saves. My slight admiration for one of my seniors turned into a full-blown crush the moment I saw him on the basketball court. V for Vendetta star Hugo Weaving had me melting from the moment he opened his mouth and delivered a speech so smoothly I think my brain froze from the eloquence of the moment. (And I’ve seen the guys face… Elrond does nothing for me… but if V had asked me politely to give him all my David Eddings books.. ‘Here you go...Enjoy the read!!’)

Point is… men are abso-fucking-lutely sexay when they do something, anything, with their own, unique style…..

I’d never seen or heard Yongfook when I began reading his blog. If you’d asked me what I thought of him after a couple of entries, his humour and sarcasm automatically classified him as sexy. I was never so completely amazed by one of my guy friends, than when we had a verbal slanging match for over two hours that eventually deteriorated into a full-blown snark war.

Go ahead and ask me what I think is sexy… I’ll never be able to tell you…

“ I ain’t shooting nobody! Call me a faggot… When the war’s over I’ll be the faggot with two legs…” ~ Chris Rock

.

2006-06-03T09:23:00.000-07:00

boo Fuckin boo