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Nails

Fri, 10 Apr 2009 14:45:00 GMT

Turn it up a little as my hearing has slowed over the years of hard punishment with little repent. Bobble bobble like a post-it sticky so old it doesn’t stick anymore, you try anyway. Been away but still came back with the same attitude and outlook to pursue a different life, that aint gonna work man. Man just try to calm down a little and push them slowly. More manipulation than persuasion, more blending than stirring. Running but why and from what. Its this headache that doesn’t leave you, just marinates and seeps in like second nature.

Shouldn’t it be just like thirst or hunger? That feeling to create and not feel distracted all the time. Do and don’ts, needs and wants, letter a knowledge of knows and facts so that future can be concentrated.

"To have to conflicting ideas in your head at the same time, is a mark of intelligence"

Yessurr

Sun, 17 Jun 2007 22:24:11 GMT

Typing because my fingers are leading the way with no connection with brain or heart. Decisions are made by either of them and in this case, neither is allowed to input any vitals. Cuticles are pushed back raring to go the distance before those two get a hold and pull the leash. I mean, I think, I say…none of the banter to bottleneck these lotioned up weapons.

Oh here it comes using every single watt, gram to cause disturbance and stop the flow. Swallow the pain, pins and needle to continue this rebellion.

Covers, reports, clients, calls, money, stocks, dimes, vault, coke, caramel, lint, water, vibrate, calls, plans, light, pen, yell, search, sticky, clouds, read, me, gas, bulletin, price, bed….oooo sweet bed.

and now for some eye candy....

I didnt know i had a lazy eye

Go shorty!

Fri, 22 Sep 2006 15:22:56 GMT

Let’s keep this bitch moving

Sing it now with all the zealous sheen of an innocent baby. Even their cries are melodious, of course, to me because I haven’t had to bear it at 2am. Oh what I give for just the look in their eyes so kind, full of hope. They just wanna eat, cry a little and poop a lot. Why are you talking about babies? wHas dA maTtA wiTh yOu, as my 14yr old cousin would put it. You know that term “sleep like a baby”, well I want that. Sleep so that while I am in this coma, if somebody puts a finger in my palm I wrap my hands tightly around it. Wake up wailing just so somebody can change, feed and put my thumb in my mouth and guide me to honey-milk tasting dreams.

Its my birthday fuckers

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Wed, 30 Aug 2006 23:49:48 GMT

HeyLo my fellow breathing mates, greetings!

Conversation

Brownie with vanilla on top melting ever so slowly charming caramel worms across the plate. Auditioning for your taste buds, letting your senses feast the aroma. Its not one sided, there is a balance like karma. Observing but not stalking, feeling the surface and not groping, like a cheetah just waiting to pounce. Only nerds have collected thoughts, cluttered minds are best at coming up with new ideas…. (to be concluded)

I saw......

...SPARKS

WOT?

Sun, 23 Jul 2006 17:37:45 GMT

It’s been hell for the past couple of weeks with bombings in Mumbai, tsunami in Indonesia and war between Israel and Hezbolah. People are dying everywhere and there is little we can do about it. Natural calamities like the tsunami cannot be avoided but wars can. Anger and fear at the same time. Angry because you fail to grasp the reason of why one human would kill another and fear because you don’t know who’s next?

On a positive note it was gf’s bday

life is short

Guess What?

Mon, 12 Jun 2006 20:47:05 GMT

I am pregnant..did u guess right? NO...i didnt think so

Wodup chicos and chicas

I am well and swell in this sweet weather which is deliberately failing to make it to the next level of summer. Loving every second of it after the horrible spring, with the worst allergies ever. Football World Cup is on, with barely any excitement in the US. It is amazing how cut off this country is to the rest of the world. Soccer is the most popular game in the world. But ofcourse who needs it when we have our own “World Series”…just arrogant isn’t it. Like the cigarette corporations, they are so absurdly egotistical that they have commercials out telling people not to use their product cuz its injurious to health. They are actually telling us that, “bitch don’t use our products, or you will DIE”. Now you know what conceited really means

Back to soccer, Trinidad & Tobago the smallest country to ever qualify for the world cup drew with Sweden in their first match. They went in this tournament with 150-1 odds of making it past round one, and they have defied it right from the first game…Go TRINIS!

Brazil is the only country to ever win the trophy outside of the European nations and that’s the team I am rooting for.

Now for some pictures for what i have been upto....

WIth my adopted family over the Memorial Day Weekend!

I look TALL!

At my baby's graduation

Dont ask...

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People...watch for what you put on the web or on your blogs. An article in NYtimes about this

WORD

Sun, 21 May 2006 17:29:21 GMT

oh yea summer is here....let the liquor flow

Throw some money in the air!!

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Tue, 25 Apr 2006 18:27:07 GMT

We are insignificant, minuscule, tiny factor in this equation which doesn’t add or multiply to anything. We try with every blink to SEE hope, with every step to SEEK the path. This hope continues recharging our batteries without realizing our rebellion. You want something fresh off the oven to bite into, melt into. You press, push, pull, climb your way out of that bed every morning. You love the moment just before your brain starts to realize where you are rather what you are.

On Earth day, in the rain, we went to MoMA, then some “spur of the moment” A|X shopping and then YUVA for dinner. I loved there variety of dipping sauces… Mm finger lickin good

and now for some vintage(like scotch) Jagjit Singh's ghazal

The most poetic URDU language. Translation just ruins it

Tum nahin, gham nahin, sharab nahin

Aisi tanhai ka jawaab nahi

If you are not there, there won't be any liquor, there won't be any sorrow
There is no match for such seclusion

Gahey gahey isey pada kijey,
Dil say behtar koi kitaab nahin

Once in a while, you should read this,
There is no other book better than your own heart

Woh karam ungliyon pe ginte hain

Zulm ka jinke kuch hisaab nahin

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How Kaavya Viswanathan got rich, got caught, and got ruined

Media hyped, expectations rose. And now they will try every degraded move to try to pull her down. I am not saying she was right in plagiarizing but why stoop so low as to hurt somebody on a personal level.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Wed, 19 Apr 2006 15:43:35 GMT

Now, flaunt that gorgeous butt!

Asian News International
New York, April 14, 2006

There's one thing that every woman has worried about at some time in her life, it’s got to be whether or not her derriere is desirable or not. Now, a psychology professor has come up with a scientific of answering the question by devising a numerical formula that measures the desirability of the derriere.

According to the New York Daily News women will now be able to check whether their posterior qualifies as desirable or not by using Manchester Metropolitan University psychology professor Davis Holmes’ formula.

The formula uses a point-based grading system across six characteristics of overall shape (S), circularity of buttocks (C), resilience or bounce (B), firmness (F), skin texture (T) and vertical ratio/symmetry (V).

In step one of the desirable derriere test; women need to rate the shape of their butt as per the following – a platter (1), a pizza (2), a two-day old balloon (3), a Christmas fruitcake(4) or a bowl of cherries (5). They also need to rate the circularity of their butt, and find out whether their butt is like – a homeplate (1), a football (2), a hacky sack (3), a Frisbee (4) or a volley ball (5).

For bounce, they have to choose between the options – drop’s like a dog’s ears (1), hangs like a hammock (2), springs like a spongecake (4), gets called ‘bungee booty’ (4) or is trampoline taunt (5).

For firmness, women have to choose whether their scores like a bean bag (1), a water balloon (2), a silly putty (3), a piñata (4) or a brick house (5).

Next comes skin texture. They have to determine whether their posterior is as lumpy as crème caramel (1), grits (2), applesauce (3) or rice pudding (4).

And lastly, for symmetry they have to check whether it scores as per the category of – a water droplet (1), drizzle (2), april shower (3) or a deluge (4).

Once these six characteristics have been determined, all that needs to be done as part of step 2 is apply the formula: ((S+C)*(B+F)/T)–V. In other words, women need to add the shape(S) and circularity(C) score. Then add the bounce (B) and Fitness (F) score. Multiply these two figures then divide by Texture (T) score, and finally subtract the Symmetry score.

If your butt clocks up a rate of 80 – it’s perfect. If it’s a 60, then please feel free to show off that swimsuit. If you score a 40, then it time to exercise. At 20, you need to hide your butt, and at under 20, as per the formula, women need to stay put in the house.

The last line made me teary eyed

Friday, April 14, 2006

Fri, 14 Apr 2006 13:44:39 GMT

Spit the horrible taste, wipe it gently, cough to clean the back of your throat, rub thoroughly and dry out, minty fresh, axe it out, watch news to see the ridiculousness , time ahead by two minutes, call my lady, zipper up before indecent exposure, tea to swallow some dreadful breakfast, some more tea, traffic the norm, radio between missjones starnbuc wild (regular crap), cop on a cell phone (again), white girl with daddy’s benz, lambhorgini with a black guy and a cigar, death thankfully not in plain sight, deaths, road rage often, vacation dreams all dreams, compliment on the shirt ofcourse.

And the day starts….

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HAPPY BAISAKHI !!!!