Religion

I think going to the temple is a waste of time. How is bathing a mud figurine dressed in red with milk helping you or anyone else in any possible way? You're just wasting milk, which could have been used to feed some poor hungry child, dirtying a place and reducing the life of that mud statue. If you really do believe in God, then you should be able to believe that he is with you every step of the way. That remembering him in your mind and letting him into your heart is way more important than spending a fraction of your corruption earned money in building a gigantic temple that lures other fools into thinking that you are indeed a man of God. First of all, there is no such thing as a man of God. If you are a man, you cannot be God. Also, if you are a man, like everyone else, you were created by God, so you are no different from the 6 billion others.

For those who disagree with this post, read the previous one.

PMS

Ok so I am aware that this is not an acceptable blog topic, but I HATE PMS. It freaking annoys me so badly. I hate having such extreme emotions, where some stupid little thing will make me wanna fly, and then the next moment I will be crying buckets of tears for no apparent reason, and searching in my mind for long disappeared pain causing things so I can convince myself I have a reason to be depressed and am not crazy. I hate this helplessness and powerlessness over my feelings, even more so because I tend to say even more inappropriate things than I normally say to people all around, which I know is wrong and bad and unacceptable, but the partial filter that usually exists between my subconscious thoughts and tongue seems to lift as well. I can get no useful work done. Most of the time it's just depression, followed by a reckless desire to see what is the worst that can happen if I don't do any work at all. I seem to want company at one minute, and the next want to bury myself in my room, under a big fat blanket, to never emerge again. Anything and everything can cause my mood to change drastically. Anyone and anything can annoy me really badly.

HATE HATE HATE.

Bitch.

What is with this abundance of thankless people that have sprung up like mushrooms all around me? They expect you to do everything for them, and then give you attitude.

For instance, there is this great woman with whom I did 5 programming assignments. We used to split the report and do half the questions each. For the last one, she was kind enough to inform me on the last day that she had not done anything and would not be doing anything as she was busy with another project. How kind of her. Even though we'd had more than 3 weeks for the assignment. And she also gladly told me, "Oh remember to put my name on what you submit ok?" Since I was busy with another project at the time, I obviously did not have time to do the questions which the great woman did not do, and had to submit only half the report which I had done earlier. And obviously I did not put her name on it.

So when the grades came out, and hers showed a zero, she posted on the course forum, literally yelling at the professor for not giving her marks. "I understand that we couldn't submit the complete report due to a situation. but i dont know if that should stop us from receiving marks at all." A situation indeed.

The professor replied saying that "This is a topic that should be addressed through email. (duh! But how can you expect such a female to have any common sense)
No grade has been recorded because I did not receive a report with your name on it.
If you submitted a joint report, then either you or your partner forgot to put your name on the report. If this is the case, then please ask your partner to email me to confirm that you contributed to the report and I will add the grade."

So she called me up and tells me to email him. Yes TELLs. Was it not obvious that I had not put her name on the report for a reason - that she did not deserve the grade since she did NO work AT ALL? And idiot that I am, I should have just given her a piece of my mind then. But for some disturbingly bizarrely annoying reason, this stupid tongue of mine, which is willing to slice people's throats for no good reason at most times, decides to not unleash itself when most required.

Oh and she also asked me on the phone if there was a scanner on campus. I said maybe in the library. Then she tells me, oh can you find the third edition of the book and scan a certain page and send to me. I'll pay you. Oh right, sure. Just one question, WHEN DID I BECOME YOUR FUCKING SLAVE?

So I did email the prof, and then sent the great woman a scathing email telling her "I have emailed to include your name for the report. However, I just want to say that I think it is completely unfair for you to get credit for a piece of work that you did not contribute to. Even more so, it would have been have been good if you could have informed me beforehand that you would not be doing the report, so I could have at least completed it on my own. I understand that you were busy with your other project, but so was I. And in all fairness, we were given more than 3 weeks for that assignment. Anyways, good luck with the exam."

And her reply, "comon yar ..i appreciate u doing the favor cuz i understand where nd what has gone wrong...but u cud've talked about it on phone or last day when i saw u. i wouldnt' want u to keep grudges for me in heart. if i were at ur place, you wouldnt get this from me. i m sorry if i have hurt you. but i dont think we should say bye to each other on a bitter note ;)"

Oh right I'm sorry. My bad, I should have said a big NO in the first place since you seem to have an unusually thick skin.

It's not always my job to fix things. Sometimes you can do it too.

I sit in this sea of people, not a seat empty in the whole library, day in, day out, for the past 5 days. And yet I can't think of one person that I can possibly talk to.

Irom And The Iron In India’s Soul

It is a parable for our times. If the story of Irom Sharmila does not make us pause, nothing will. It is a story of extraordinariness. Extraordinary will. Extraordinary simplicity. Extraordinary hope. It is impossible to get yourself heard in our busy age of information overload. But if the story of Irom Sharmila will not make us pause, nothing will.

Grr..

I have no reason to be alive right now.

I have no place to live for the next sem. I don't want to live off campus, considering that I'll probably have to work somewhere to get enough money to pay for it if I do manage to find a room while living 7 oceans away. I'm thinking of taking 5-6 heavy modules next sem, so working and travelling to school everyday don't seem like very appealing ideas to me right now.

My "friends" don't even remember I exist anymore, considering I haven't talked to most of them in months. Of course they are too busy to be bothered. Oh wait, it's holidays.

I have exams going on, still got 4 left. While most people here have no exams or have finished them already.

Well I guess the only reason to be alive right now is so I can sit in the library and study. Wait did I say it was a reason to be alive?

Question in a Biophysics term test:
"What is a Newton? Remember that Dr. Lew is not a physicist, and he believes that units are important."

Notting Hill

For June who loved this garden.
From Joseph who always sat beside her.

Some people do spend their whole lives together.

It's so bloody cold!

It's like God heard us saying, it's not that cold for winter yet. And he was, ahh you want cold, THERE YOU GO MISSY!

It's freaking -21 degrees with the wind chill. ANY exposed parts of you, like your face, and the fingertips of your fingerless gloves will literally FREEZE out in the open and then thaw once you come inside.

I'm wearing fours layers of clothes on top, including 2 jackets and a very warm top, and 2 layers below, but it doesn't seem to help too much.

Why do I even bother going out, you might ask. Well I have a freaking exam tomorrow, for which I need the library book, which is on reserve, so I can get it for only 2 hours at a time, and must wait at least half an hour before I can re-issue it. So you see, for that half an hour, I either take my laptop along and waste time on that, which somehow always extends more than half an hour, and also means that I have to carry the laptop in my hand, which means I cannot keep my hands in my pocket. And I definitely cannot fit my laptop in my handbag since I already feel fat enough with so many clothes, and carrying a really fat bag on your hand becomes virtually impossible with the fat jackets on.

So you see, I've made 2 trips to the library already, and must make one more. Since I have only managed to read (almost) the first 7 chapters out of 11, and the emphasis for the exam is chapters 8-11. I am so doomed. And somehow the first thing on my mind is not the exam, but the cold. Thing is, it takes me about 2 hours to convince myself to go out everytime, so you can imagine how much work is getting done.

I can totally understand why people are grumpier and more depressed in the winter. I certainly am. It's too bloody cold to venture out, and sitting at home doing nothing is mind-numbing. I'm just glad classes are over, so I can choose to stay home. But then again, for all the up-coming exams, I need to study from the library books, most of which are also on reserve. So you see, I'm doomed!

P.S. I love you

"Thing to remember is, if we're all alone, then we're all together in that too. It helps me sometimes."

"Dear Holly, I don't have much time. I don't mean literally, I mean you're out buying ice cream and you'll be home soon. But I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn't to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp, you can take care of yourself without any help from me. It's to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me. You made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful, literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you're sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that you'll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I'm a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. You made my life, Holly. But I'm just one chapter in yours. There'll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don't be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends. P.S. I will always love you."

"Chasing Cars"

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel

Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads

I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Faith.

There is one school of thought which says that life is short, enjoy it. Live every moment, you never know which could be your last.
There is another which says that how can you say life is short, it's the longest damned thing you'll ever know.

There is one school of thought that says that if something makes you cry, it's because it touches you at that level to get that emotion out of you.
There is another which says that if someone makes you cry, they're not worth the pain.

There's one school of thought which says that if you really love something, then let it go. If it comes back to you, you know it's yours. If it doesn't, it never was.
There's another which says that if you love someone, never let them go.

There's one school of thought that says that find something that makes you happy. And do it everyday.
Another which says that the value of happiness comes from the fact that it comes so rarely.

Which should I believe?

Our stupidest mistakes often don't seem too stupid at the time we make them.

Up in the air.

The slower we move, the faster we die. Make no mistake, moving is living.

Funnnn...

I know I'm going to do it. Even though I know I shouldn't. Even though everything in my past experience tells me I'm gonna regret it. But I know I'm gonna do it.

Anywho this was a FUCKING AWESOME WEEKEND! Went clubbing on fri, but I didn't take my passport, tried another card but they didn't accept it as ID. So went to some sad pub-club place for a while, but it was ok. Then yesterday was half a day of shopping for swimwear. And then Cavalcade of Lights = fireworks. Then today we drove to Kitchener, to see a German Christmas market. And then came back to Harbourfront for the highlight of this weekend - ice skating! My first time ever. I fell smack on my butt about 5 times, so I feel like I might have broken my tail bone. I definitely sprained my right wrist and now it hurts. It somehow always hurts in exam time, and then I need to apply counterpain generously. But it was good. I haven't quite gotten the hang of the balancing thing for skating, but thanx to some awesome friends who held my hands and made me go around the place, it was good. I look forward to doing it again sometime :) Preferably after my butt heals and I forget how unsettling it was :P

And now the next weekend is even more fun, in as sadistic a sense as possible. Fri 7-10pm exam, Sat 7-9pm exam. It's basically 6 exams in the next 17 days. And then it shall be packing and another vacation. Before it's back to true reality. Singapore will feel so boring now, I'll probably cry my eyes out and miss Canada so much! But ah well, that's life. The fun of vacation comes only when you know you truly deserve it and long for it!

Have I ever cared about fielders?

Sehwag now has five of the 10 fastest double-centuries in history, including three of the first four. This though is a man utterly insouciant when it comes to such landmarks. He could well go on to obliterate Lara's record tomorrow. He certainly has a great chance to put even Bradman in the shade and score a third triple. None of those possibilities is likely to make him lose sleep though. For someone who has reduced batting to its most elemental, only the next ball matters. If it's there to be hit, regardless of whether he's on 299 or 399, he'll go for it. Which is precisely why it's such a bloody privilege to watch him play. Those that passed up a chance to come to Churchgate on Thursday would be best off reading the Mishima guide to seppuku.

Lost

I feel so lost today. There are so many things I want to do, so many things I'm hoping and praying will go right, and so many things I don't even know what I want the answer to be.

I am so tired. I feel exhausted. Mentally and physically. And depressed. I just want things to be over. Fast. And yet I want to be able to enjoy the last few weeks that I have left here.

Sometimes I feel my head will explode from all these thoughts. I really cannot stop worrying. I cannot leave things and let them work out. I think and re-think each and every scenario and play it out in my head a million times.

I feel so conflicted I don't know what to do. Tell me what to do!

If Johnny Depp is Satan, I wanna go to Hell.

The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington engineering mid-term. The answer was so "profound" that the Professor shared it with colleagues, and the sharing obviously hasn't ceased...

Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or Endothermic (absorbs heat)?

Most of the students wrote Proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law, (gas cools off when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following:

"First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate that souls are moving into Hell and the rate they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let us look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Some of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there are more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially.

Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand as souls are added. This gives two possibilities:

1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.

2. Of course, if Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.

So which is it?

If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa Banyan during my Freshman year, "...that it will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you.", and take into account the fact that I still have not succeeded in having sexual relations with her, then, #2 cannot be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and will not freeze."

This student received the only A.

The human stupidity. Be grateful for it.

In case you needed further proof that the human race is doomed to stupidity, here are some actual label instructions on consumer goods:

On a Sears hairdryer -- Do not use while sleeping.
(Shoot, and that's the only time I have to work on my hair.)

On a bag of Fritos -- You could be a winner! No purchase necessary. Details inside.
(the shoplifter special)?

On a bar of Dial soap -- "Directions: Use like regular soap,"
(and that would be how???....)

On some Swanson frozen dinners -- "Serving suggestion: Defrost."
(but, it's "just" a suggestion).

On Tesco's Tiramisu dessert (printed on bottom) -- "Do not turn upside down."
(well...duh, a bit late, huh)!

On Marks & Spencer Bread Pudding -- "Product will be hot after heating."
(...and you thought????...)

On packaging for a Rowena iron -- "Do not iron clothes on body."
(but wouldn't this save me more time)?

On Boot's Children Cough Medicine -- "Do not drive a car or operate machinery after taking this medication."
(We could do a lot to reduce the rate of construction accidents if we could just get those 5-year-olds with head-colds off those forklifts.)

On Nytol Sleep Aid -- "Warning: May cause drowsiness."
(and...I'm taking this because???....)

On most brands of Christmas lights -- "For indoor or outdoor use only."
(as opposed to...what)?

On a Japanese food processor -- "Not to be used for the other use."
(now, somebody out there, help me on this. I'm a bit curious)

On Sainsbury's peanuts -- "Warning: contains nuts."
(talk about a news flash)

On an American Airlines packet of nuts -- "Instructions: Open packet, eat nuts."
(Step 3: maybe, ooh...fly Delta?)

On a child's Superman costume -- "Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly."
(I don't blame the company. I blame the parents for this one.)

On a Swedish chainsaw -- "Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands or genitals."
(Oh my ..was there a lot of this happening somewhere?)

Now that you've smiled at least once, it's your turn to spread the stupidity.

And as we go on..

10th grade
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

11th grade
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Senior year
The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Graduation Day
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too...` I thought to my self, and I cried.

Mamboooo..

This is another one of my all time favorite SYTYCD dance routines. Benji and Heidi Mambo.

Benji is of course my all-time favorite dancer on the show. And even though I didn't like Heidi (his cousin) all that much, (her face looks like a scrawny cat and she's way too thin), but this dance was as if they could do no wrong. Breathtaking!

Hip Hip Chin Chin

This dance routine is soo freaking sexy. The song, her legs, the body movement at 0:40 "hip-hip chin-chin". Holy smokes! Lacey is soo meant for this dance. She is just the right amount of nasty. Wish I could move my legs like that!

The subject for tonight's lecture is rythm.
The driving force that holds our lives together
Without rythm your heart wouldn't be
Without direction
Without moves
Without shakes

And so tonight we say hip hip chin chin.

Amen!

BITCH SLAP

This is a new word I'm obsessed it. It just has that 'it' factor. And sounds so sexy. And powerful. And an awesome vent for frustration :D

BOOM CHIK BOOM

BOOOM BOOM-BOOM, BOOM-BOOM, BOO-BOOM.
This tune has been stuck in my head a while now. Can't remember where it comes from though.

How long did it take you to master this art of being sooo annoying? Or were you born with it?

Shoo!

Definition of XD

1. An internet expression that will hopefully replace LOL as the laughing symbol.

2. An internet expression that gets annoying if overused.
1. (the right way to use it)
Person 1: *tells a dumb joke*
Person 2: You try so hard that it's funny. XD

2. (the wrong way to use it)
Person 1: I walked my dog earlier.
Person 2: XD
Person 1: Then I fed the cat
Person 2: XD
Person 1: AHH I'M TALKING TO AN AUTO-RESPONDING XD MACHINE!
Person 2: XD
Person 1: Die.
Person 2: XD

XD

In mathematics, you don't understand things. You just get used to them.

I am currently trying to get used to PDEs and Fourier series and crap like that, which obviously ain't happening, what with the existence of Facebook, Bejewelled and quotes on mathematics.

I am very tempted to skip this test, but I shouldn't.

I am always very busy and always very free. No matter how much work I have, I can somehow always find the time to watch the latest episodes of TV shows. And no matter how free I am, I cannot understand why people walk slowly, when I prefer to charge through as if there were cops chasing me.

I do not like being told what to do. If I want to do something, I will do it. If you TELL me to do it, I will not. At least not pleasantly. I will curse and frown and curse and make it totally unpleasant for you. I'm just saying.

16 THINGS TO DO AT WAL-MART

1. Get 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's carts when they aren't looking.

2. Set all the alarm clocks in Electronics to go off at 5-minute intervals.

3. Make a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the rest rooms.

4. Walk up to an employee and tell him/her in an official tone,
" 'Code 3' in housewares"... and see what happens.

5. Go the Service Desk and ask to put a bag of M&M's on lay away.

6. Move a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.

7. Set up a tent in the camping department and tell other shoppers you'll invite them in if they'll bring pillows from the bedding department.

8. When a clerk asks if they can help you, begin to cry and ask,
"Why can't you people just leave me alone?"

9. Look right into the security camera & use it as a mirror, and pick your nose.

10. While handling guns in the hunting department, ask the clerk if he knows where the anti - depressants are.

11. Dart around the store suspiciously loudly humming the "Mission Impossible" theme.

12. In the auto department, practice your "Madonna look" using different size funnels.

13. Hide in a clothing rack and when people browse through,
say "PICK ME!" "PICK ME!"

14. When an announcement comes over the loud speaker, assume the fetal position and scream..
"NO! NO! It's those voices again!!"

15. Go into a fitting room and shut the door and wait a while and then yell, very loudly, "There is no toilet paper in here!

16. Get several bouncy balls and throw them down an aisle shouting "pikachu, I choose you!"

Bumbling bee

'lol' officially means I don't know what to say to that, or I'm too lazy to think of a more appropriate reply. Really.

I've been known to over-react to things in the past.

I've realized that the past never really goes away. No matter how hard you work to suppress it and remove it, it comes back to bite you in the ass the moment you let your guard down.

I tend to block things in my mind. Anything that was unpleasant, that I felt guilty or bad about, I tend to bury. Some things even to the extent that I don't even remember the good parts.

Sometimes I wonder why I can't let myself be happy. Why do I have to find some way or another to bring myself down? Why is depression my normal state of mind?

I've also realized that I get claustrophobic of staying in the same place for too long. Why do I get used to places so quickly? Why does nothing stay new for long? Why do I always want to leave places, people, behind? What am I trying to escape?

I don't know why I have this urge and need to sort things out. I cannot just let things be, I don't know how to let things go. This applies to how I feel as well. I need to know how I feel about things, and in order to do that I need to be able to say it to someone. Since I currently lack people to say it to, I blog about it. I need to put my opinions out there, maybe in a vain attempt to make myself matter. Or in order to not go crazy.

I can't remember the last easy conversation I had. Where I was totally comfortable with the person I was talking to, and did not have to whack my brain. I miss my friends :(

Work

8 assignments
2 tests
6 exams
1 month

And then it's all done.

Enigma

I am trying to understand something today. It is way beyond my comprehension, but I am trying. Because not understanding it would confirm a theory I had a long time ago, (actually not allll that long ago) - that all men suck. And if that is true, I shall lose my faith in men-kind, which won't be the best thing ever.

I am trying to understand why most people in this culture are so desperate to get laid. Other than the sex part. And the baser nature and instinct part. I get that part. What I do not get is that is that really all that matters to them? Like REALLY? Seriously?

How desperate can a person be for a one night stand that they are willing to overlook the fact that any future interaction with the other person is going to be extremely awkward and unpleasant, to say the least? Are a few seconds (yeah seconds) of feeling good really worth turning into a monster? Does it make you feel more manly? Strong? Powerful? A rapist??

Are you really that shallow and full of self-loathing that you had to violate another person to feel good about yourself? The more I get to know you, the more I pity you than hate you.

And yeah, don't even try and tell me oh-no-I-am-not-that-type, we can have a relationship if you want. If a girl believes you when you say that when you’re piss drunk and ready to pass out, then maybe she does deserve you.

I understand the cultural difference part, but why does any culture have to be like that? Is this really the great Western culture we are all, consciously or unconsciously, trying to emulate?

I know a lot of people tend to blame girls for getting raped. Oh ya, her wearing a sleeveless top is what make you a bastard isn’t it, not the fact that something is fucking wrong with you.

One argument you could make is what’s so wrong with sex anyway? The other argument is, what is so great about it anyway?

This post is dedicated to all those people who have ever been in a position where they have felt sexually threatened by any other person. Believe me, it is not your fault, not in the least, not if someone tries doing something to you against your will. Do NOT blame yourself. Of course unless you wanted them to.

But it IS your fault if you let them. It is NOT ok for you to say “oh it's a cultural difference”. Or maybe if you were raised here you have become so used to it you think it is ok. It is NOT. Heck which culture says it's ok to violate another human being? The whole continent of America seems big on respecting the privacy of other people, how about we respect the physical privacy as well?

I have always loathed those roadside-romeos on the roads of my city, but now I'm forced to think, is there a worse kind? At least those people know their place, they don't force you to do something you really don’t want to, not without the fear of jail.

p.s. To any of you who may feel worried about me after reading this post, I am fine. These are just my observations, not experiences. Thankfully.

All these questions that you've left me with, where do I find the answer to them?

Something to think about.

I found something similar on the wall post of someone on Facebook.
I honestly can't think of the answer to all these questions.

1. Your BFF.
2. Your most recent crush.
3. Someone who can make you smile.
4. Someone with amazing hair.
5. Someone you trust.
6. Someone emotional.
7. A boy who makes you laugh.
8. A girl who makes you laugh.
9. Someone you miss.
10. Someone you think is weird.
11. Someone you think is unique. (in a non-weird way :P )
12. 3 people you have had memorable experiences with.
13. Someone with beautiful eyes.
14. Someone perverted.
15. Your most memorable birthday.
16. The most memorable birthday celebration of someone you know.
17. Someone with an amazing voice.
18. Someone with an amazing personality.
19. Someone who can sweet talk you into doing something you normally wouldn't.
20. Someone who can talk their way out of anything.
21. Someone who is very sure of their future.
22. Someone fashionable.
23. Someone you are glad you met.
24. Someone you wish you had never met.
25. Someone you know and would like to get to know better.

Me.

I'm the kind of person who thinks it's her duty to cheer people up when they are bored or pissed or depressed. I am also a person who feels that if I tell you that I am bored or pissed or depressed, it is your duty to try to cheer me up. I find it selfish and mean and jerk-like behavior if you don't.

I also don't like seasonal friends, who are friendly with you when it is convenient for them, but are too busy to be believable when their purpose has been served.

I am a person who believes in the importance of having, and keeping friends. That being said, I understand that people get busy, and can't find the time to keep in touch. I also believe that this doesn't make them bad people, just removes them from the list of your close friends, and they should be willing to accept this change.

I'm a person who jels perfectly with some people instantly, but can't stand others equally fast.

I hate it when people misspell or use wrong grammar - specially 'your' instead of 'you're' and stuff like that. It just makes me feel that they are illiterate. Even though I may make the same error sometimes.

I tend to get stuck on one song at a time, when I will listen to it so many times within a short span of time that I get sick of it and can finally move on to the next one.

I also tend to adapt to new places fairly easily and quickly, and almost forget of the life that existed before I moved to this new place.

I am a person who sucks at programming. Initially I used to believe it was for lack of trying, but over the course of 5 years and 7 languages, I have realized it is just not something I was meant to do. I can do the more basic stuff, but the moment it turns ugly and complicated, I flee.

I am a person who excessively and exclusively watches TV series. I've seen about 27 of them, most of them completely. I completed 6 seasons of the series 24 in 7 days. Each season has 24 episodes of about 42 minutes. During this time I slept only in the day and left the room only to shower or get food. It is the single biggest achievement of my life.

The only sport I have ever actually been interested in watching is cricket. I can't play any sports. Not if my life depended on it.

And I can't dance. Though I absolutely totally love watching people dance. Everytime I see a particularly amazing dance, I get this great desire to learn dance. I can sometimes even convince myself that I in reality know how to dance and just haven't realized it yet, so if I start learning, I will discover that I am a natural at it. This feeling of course disappears the moment I actually try dancing.

I am a person who tells you to your face if you are being stupid, or annoying me.

I am a person who was not born with a generous helping of patience. There is only so much I can take before exploding in a banter of piercing words, where I curse and blame and rave at whoever is most accessible.

I hate it when people ask me questions about what my life is like. If you really want to know, don't ask. I tend to talk a lot. I will most probably end up telling you about everything that is happening in my life if you don't ask me. And ya, I talk. A lot.

I hate it when people walk slowly. Especially when they walk in groups of 3-4 and block the entire walkway such that there is no way of getting through except to rudely brush them aside and then say 'excuse me'.

I think black is the sexiest colour, though it is technically not a colour, especially in clothes.

I hate it when people don't reply to messages (sms, chat) or calls. I can understand that sometimes you might be busy or just didn't check your phone or computer for a while, but doing it often is just plain vain. What are you trying to prove, that you are the centre of the universe and are too busy to respond to us lesser mortals?

I can't take compliments. I feel like you are mocking me or have an ulterior motive if you compliment me, so don't mind my 'oh really?' reaction instead of the expected 'thank you :)'.

I am a person who cannot stand people who are slow. Or mind-numbingly boring.
I also can't stand soft sissy guys. Man up!
I'm not a fan of clingy, needy people, though I do share some traits with them I think.
But what I hate most are the damsel-in-distress, come-save-me kind of girls.

I also cannot stand people who are too touchy, because my general conversation revolves around pulling your leg. If you lie in the category of people who blaze up at every single topic and feel like I'm insulting you, sorry, we can't be friends.

I am a person who can cry her eyes out at every Grey's Anatomy or OTH episode or heartbreaks which happen in her imagination, but somehow cannot shed tears at the passing away of near ones.

I am mean.

I am weird.

I am me.

bak bak

IF NUS is No Use Studying, then YORK should be Your Only Real Killer :D

I roasted chestnuts today. Three of them. I'm left with 7 now. I shall boil 3 of them. Then I shall decide which way I like better, and do that with the remaining four.

A random thought which came into my head the other night after seeing the frog-princess dance on Episode 13 of SYTYCD Season 6 is that why is the frog always a guy? As in why can't the gal be the ugly one and the handsome prince goes and kisses her and she transforms into a beautiful princess. My explanation is that guys would never be able to look past the physical unattractiveness and would never fall for the frog(ess?) and she would forever be a frog.

Ok ya they have the tortured Cinderella kind of girls whom princes fall for, but it is not the same thing. That is just the male ego being satisfied by being the rescuer.

Am I being too bitter and reading too much into nothing? Probably. It's still early morning for me and I want to lie down and sleep again. But I need to go collect my laundry first.

Maut tu ek kavitaa hai

Maut tu ek kavitaa hai,
Mujhse ek kavita ka vada hai, milegi mujhko.
Doobti nabzon mein jab dard ko neend aane lage,
Zard sa chehra liye chaand ufaq tak pahunche,
Din abhi paani mein ho, raat kinaare ke kareeb.
Na andhera na ujaala ho, na abhi raat na din,
Jism jab khatam ho, aur rooh ko jab saans aaye,
Mujhse ek kavita ka waada hai, milegi mujhko.

- Anand

Why are some conversations so much harder than others?

In this digital age that we live in, where all data can be permanently deleted, it becomes even harder to accept that certain memories cannot be wiped out forever.

Have you ever wondered if the people whom you are jealous of are ever jealous of you?

The worst calamities are those that make us laugh.
- Nabeel in Amreeka

No more diets. I'm sick of diets. This is my body. If you like it, good for you. If you don't, then don't look at me.
- Muna in Amreeka

Men are from Mars, women are from Venus.

A fundamental difference I've noticed between girls and guys is that girls like to talk about things, why something is the way it is, where things are going, what the other person thinks, etc.

Guys, on the other, tend to avoid such conversations most times. They don't wanna talk about things. They want to leave things the way they are, and assume that they will work themselves out on their own, if they are meant to.

I admit that this has often irked, annoyed and even embarrassed me. It just does not strike me at the time that the conversation that I'm planning in my head may not be the best way to approach a situation.

What a waste of time misunderstandings are!

p.s. Response I got from someone : Not true. Both men and women avoid sensitive subjects, but the subjects that are hard for women are different than the ones for men.

Hmm. Really? Maybe. I really don't know.

A quotation does nothing productive. But it can make you really, really famous.

"I have seen God. He bats at opening slot for India"
- Mathew Hayden

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you. Then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness. A phrase as simple as 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."

Watching you walk out of my life does not make me bitter or cynical about love. But rather makes me realize that if I wanted so much to be with the wrong person how beautiful it will be when the right one comes along.

The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man.

Taken from an article on iDiva titled 'Since the day you were born':-
"Sometimes we forget that we have had no hand in our birth, we were brought to this life without our consent or knowledge. Our actual birth day was possibly very special and happy for our hopeful parents. But today, XX years later, unless you have turned out to be the genius the world has been waiting for, there is no pressing reason to celebrate the beginning of your life."

Hallelujah Halloween!

So today was the Halloween party. Only time I've dressed up in a costume ever. I was a witch. Now why are you not surprised :P

I wore a halter full length dress in black and red. And a pointed witch hat which had bright lime green hair sticking out from it at the back, which totally made my day. And then I had tattoos of spiders, including a web, on the front part of my shoulder, near the collar bone, both sides. Still have it, don't wanna remove it :D And I had a necklace which ended in a big spider. Spidery day huh. And a bracelet of skulls. I also bought something which would have passed off as a wand, but I forgot to take it with me.

And everytime I go for a party, the fact about how common a one-night-stand is in this part of the world hits me. If you even talk too much to one person in a party in India, and even Singapore, it will be frowned upon. But here shows of PDA between total strangers is totally normal apparently. Something I would really have to get used to I guess. Talk about cultural differences!

Oh and I got a haircut again. Like a proper professional one, not chop up myself. Which she took almost an hour for. Now it's kind of like longer at the back, shorter in the front. And oh-so-straight! I like it :D It's new and different, so will take me a while to get used to. The green hair kinda overshadowed my haircut today though, lol.

Ok I think I should be off to sleep now.

BOOMZ!

This post is dedicated to the most exquisite, 'vivacious' young Singaporean lady that I have had the horror, I mean honour, of witnessing.

Yep, you got it. It's Ris Low, of "Boomz" and "leopard preen" fame.

To a certain extent, I agree that the whole issue was blown out of proportion. I know a lot of Singaporeans had strong words to say about her poor English. But what I find even more disturbing is that many of the allegations made by the local populace used wrong English themselves. It's like a pot calling a kettle black.

I think what she is is a blonde-headed chick who was born with the not-so-rare ability to annoy people the moment they start speaking. I swear my intestines twist into a tighter knot everytime I hear her go BOOMZ!

What went wrong for her was that one interview, which was made a parody of. And lo-and-behold, it had done irreparable damage to her reputation forever. In later interviews, she sounds less 'ditsy'-er, and more prepared for questions. Though it would also have helped if she didn't have a credit-card fraud, and oh-so-fake Bipolar Disorder to her name.

Well, overall, I think the whole saga gave me some good entertainment!

Unopened letters to the world.

"You know, I've often considered writing you a letter. Of telling you of the many, many ways in which you have hurt and disappointed me. But everytime I stop myself.

Because, well, firstly, I don't think it will make any difference to you. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

Secondly, it would piss me off even more when there would be no reply, like always.

But the main reason why I hold back is because doing such a thing would only be acknowledging that you are still a part of my world. That despite everything, your existence still matters to me.

Would such a letter make me feel better? Would it help me hurt less?

Probably not.

I think it would just be followed by a sense of guilt, remorse and embarrassment. And I don't want to suffer at your hands any more than I already have.

So no, I will not write you a letter."

Gatorade.

I am happy today. I actually got decent marks in a Math test. And my 2 tests didn't go as horrible as I expected. Or maybe my expectations have plunged and I've reminded myself too often that the grades don't count as long as I pass the courses. Which is awesome. Just hope I don't end up flunking something. Coz of course in the first test, I had NO clue about 2 whole questions. Wrote some imaginary crap in it. And the second one, well, it's Stats. Kinda self-explanatory :D

And I wish the wind outside my window would stop 'wutherin'. Like they talked about in the book The Secret Garden. Makes me feel like I'm sitting in a moor or something. Horrible horrible wind, which will make you freeze if you go out in flip-flops even when the sun is shining with (almost) all its might.

Whenever I buy a Gatorade/Vitamin water bottle, I tend to read the ingredients with the utmost concentration, as if it is really gonna make me stronger instantly. Considering I never give a shit about what junk I eat or what dreadful unhealthy drink I drink. (I was very tempted to call them piss drinks, but then I decided not to as it grossifies me, though it does fit well here).

Oh and I am amazed at the beauty of the song GMD. Not the lyrics of course, but the music and tune, and just the purely devotional way in which it is sung makes it an amazing hear. I'm sure I can fool some non-Hindi speaking person it's a prayer or something. I intend to use it on someone soon :P

So now my midterms have officially come to an end. Though that does not mean the assignments and tests end. And on Friday is a Halloween party! Which I really do wanna go for. I am excited about dressing up for it right now, but I know when the time comes, I shall be like "oh Shit NO!". Well it should be fun! Let's see :)

Alcohol makes one friendlier.

Little things make me happy: people's travel pics, a lazy Sunday, a dress, a piece of cake, a baby's smile.

I believe in today. What is the point of waiting for something to happen, waiting for your life to change, for something to make you happy. Choti choti khushiyaan. When you can't have the bigger ones. It's the small pleasures in life, the inconsequential details, the little things people do for you, that you remember.

And I realize that, in my own weird way, I love Maths. I know the reaction that most people give me when I tell them I'm a Math major is 'OMG eww/wow I hated Math in High School'. But it makes me happy. It is something I know I can do, if I try hard enough.

Not something like Physics, which makes my world spin and my brain stop, especially the JC one. Never hated anything the way I hated it. But Maths is more manageable. I tend to do random calculations in my mind, something I know not too many people are fond of.

I hate how much people in Singapore use calculators, for every little question. I make it a point to scold tuition kids for their overuse of calculators. And make them solve questions without it.

Which brings me to how much I really do like Singapore. I have spent my formative years there. It gives me the feeling that I belong. Sure I get claustrophobic there once in a while, and would never want my kids (if I ever have any) to grow up there and talk in Singlish, but I don't actually mind living there. Maybe I will re-start hating it there once I go back, but right now, in this moment, I miss it.

Let there be love!

I find it amazing when people are happy. And when they can stay happy together. It might be friends, it might be lovers, that is immaterial. But to be able to stand the test of time, to go through so many ups and downs, and make it in the end, is truly marvelous. What we see are the happy pics, the fun, what we don't see are the many, many fights, the sad parts, the distance.

Everyone, no matter who, brilliant or stupid, young or old, beautiful or ugly (even Ris Low :P ), deserves to be happy, deserves to be made to feel special, like they have a place in the world, like they belong and make a difference to someone's life.

So today, I raise a toast to simply being happy! And to all the people whom I have known, at some point or the other in my life, no matter for how long. Thank you for being you!

Travel diaries 2 - Shuswap Lake

So today has been mainly travelling in the bus. We’ve been going from Vancouver to Banff, and we stop at Shuswap Lake tonight. It’s a tiny bus, and there are only 15 people on it, other than our tour guide/driver.

We stopped in between at a place which had salmon, huge ones. Some of them dead. Apparently they swim back to the place they were born, but the water is very shallow.
And I saw snow! Like on the ground right next to our bus. And the mountains are very pretty. Temperate rainforests all around.

I begin to understand why people here drink so much alcohol. It’s required for survival!

Travel diaries 1 - Vancouver

Ok so the first 2 days of our trip are done, and we leave Vancouver tomorrow morning.
The hostel that we're staying in right now is really nice and comfy, with a dorm of 4 and comfy fat blankets and pretty washrooms and decent breakfast!

Vancouver in general seems much nicer than Toronto. The people for one thing are much nicer and friendlier and helpful. It seems cheaper too, at least for transportation. There is no Provincial Tax, unlike the 8% in stupid Toronto. And plus this place is soo superbly beautiful. The fall leaves are all turning red, and this morning when we were walking towards University of British Columbia, a red tree would suddenly pop out of green coniferous (I think) trees. Very beautiful.

Which brings me to how absolutely marvelous the UBC campus is! It seems much nicer than York, bigger, greener, cleaner, with (nude) beaches next to campus. Oh and we saw fraternity/sorority houses, with their Greek names. So much fun. I wonder how popular they are in Canadian unis. I really do wish I could transfer to UBC. I'm sure I would have liked the calmness of the city. To a certain extent I regret not having researched more on unis before coming here.

Then we went to Stanley Park, which is simply HUGE. We spent most of the day walking, mostly in circles. And then at the end of the day got lost, and had to lumber around in the dark towards the Fish House, where we has a reservation. But it turned out to be nice food, I had to have the Penne Pasta, as it was the only thing they had. But then the Lava Cake was quite decent. It's funny how sophisticated and classy the place was, and we were probably the only people who didn't drive there,
instead we hiked :P

Yesterday we walked to Granville Island (we really seem to be doing a lot of walking). It was very nice and the Public Market was very cute too. Oh and the I bought the first season of the original 90210, as I haven't been able to find it online anywhere. Yipeee :)

Tomorrow is a long bus journey, so I'm glad I bought an iPod, brought Sons & Lovers and brought my laptop.

So I think I should go sleep now :)

Gratification

I tend to surprise myself at times.

At how teeny-tiny things can make me ecstatic and make my day, stupid things piss me off, how rude I can be, how helpful I can be, how little I can care about work, and how very very creative and imaginative I can be with possible real-life situations that will never happen.

I can also never get over how important certain people can be or suddenly become to my life. How is it that life can change so fast?

Oh and the post title has nothing to do with the content of the post, in case you were wondering.

Small is good

I think my black iPod nano is the prettiest thing I've ever seen. It's so thin. And sexy as hell. And has video recording, loudspeaker, radio and everything else an mp3 has. You can shake the iPod to shuffle songs and the screen adjusts if you turn it sideways. Now I know I'm about 5 years late to be talking about the amazing thing that an iPod is, but well, I just got it yesterday. And I'm so mesmerized! :D

Friends Forever

And as we go on
We remember
All the times we
Had together
And as our lives change
Come whatever
Will we still be
Friends Forever?

Will you also be the friend I used to know a long time ago some day?

Thank you - Simple Plan

I thought that I could always count on you,
I thought that nothing could become between us two.
We said as long as we would stick together,
We’d be alright,
We’d be ok.
But I was stupid
And you broke me down
I’ll never be the same again.

So thank you for showing me,
That best friends can not be trusted,
And thank you for lying to me,
Your friendship and good times we had you can have them back

Yeah!

I wonder why it always has to hurt,
For every lesson that you have to learn.
I won’t forget what you did to me,
How you showed me things,
I wish I’d never seen.
But I was stupid,
And you broke me down,
I’ll never be the same again.

So thank you for showing me,
That best friends can not be trusted,
And thank you for lying to me,
Your friendship the good times we had you can have them back

When the tables turn again,
You’ll remember me my friend,
You’ll be wishing I was there for you.
I’ll be the one you’ll miss the most,
But you’ll only find my ghost.
As time goes by,
You’ll wonder why,
You’re all alone.

So thank you for showing me,
That best friends can not be trusted,
And thank you for lying to me,
Your friendship and good times we had you can have them back.

So thank you, for lying to me,
So thank you, for all the times you let me down
So thank you, for lying to me,
So thank you, your friendship you can have it back

Winds of change!

So it's a cold windy again out there. Again. But in my room it's nice and warm. Since I never open my window, and apparently propping the door open is a fire hazard :O

OH AND THE AIR-CON HAS JUST BEEN CHANGED TO GIVE OUT WARM AIR! WOOHOO :D

So sometimes I forget it's cold outside. And go out in strappy sandals. So that by the time I reach class, my feet are frozen and ready to fall off.

But overall, I'm now more used to the cold. I guess it was a drastic change for my body to be plucked out of the 45 degrees Celsius weather in India, to the 10 degrees one in Canada. The weather right now is similar to India's very very cold winter. And it's supposed to be Fall ! Autumn ! When the leaves change colour. Which they are doing. But with the cold winds blowinnnnn...


Oh and as some people have pointed out, the 'standard' A4 size paper here is smaller. And instead of having 2 punch holes, they have three. Trivial things, but I find them interesting.

And people here wear lots more boots than I've seen anywhere else, because of the cold I guess. Which means that I get to buy boots without feeling guilty about it! Since they are always so expensive :(

Oh and I shall be traveling in the Reading Week, which has just started this semester at the uni. Awesome timing, isn't it? But that means I shall be in some random place on Diwali. And I shall be going to Lake Ontario today.

But before I go on the Reading Week trip, I have to get thru the next week. Which has:
Mon: 2 assignments
Tue: meet to practise presentation
Wed: presentation
Thur: 1 report, 1 test
Fri: 2 tests
Sat: 1 assignment, 1 report, 1 paper, since I must finish the work that is given to us for the reading week, since I will be away for the whole of it!

I SHALL SURVIVE!

Where do all the lonely people come from?

Here's to the nights we felt alive,
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry.

Today is a winding road,
That's taking me to places that I didn't want to go.

Don't ask me what I think of you,
I might not give the answer that you want me to.

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose.
Nothing ain't nothing, but it's free.

Well, well, well, would you carry a razor,
In case, just in case of depression?

If everyone cared and nobody cried,
If everyone loved and nobody lied,
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride,
Then we'd see the day when nobody died.

Chintan-manan.

So I was just looking at some old pics today of when we started uni. And how happy and carefree we were then. Of how we didn't know what the next 4 years would be like. And now more than 2 years have gone past, I have travelled to 3 new countries (well, kind of, London stopover doesn't count), and I do feel as if I've come a long way since then and have changed from who I was then.

In some ways I've changed, grown, matured; in some ways I'm still the same stupid romantic at heart.

I remember how I used to dream about going to some country for exchange for a sem. The first time I think I wanted to go somewhere to the Americas was when I saw pics of my sis' friends' on exchange, all covered in heavy jackets with snow all around. But then the whole US uni thing didn't turn out the way I wanted, so I was stuck with NUS. Which has turned out pretty good after all. There are a lot of amazing people back there. I miss you all!

But then the desire to come to the States or somewhere similar somehow never went away. I remember when we were new in NUS, we used to talk about the distant future (i.e. 3rd year) when we would apply for exchange and hopefully not be too broke to pay for it. And here I am today, actually in this place, visiting the things that we've read about.

I think travelling adds something to you in a way that studying about other places never can. Unless you actually experience the places for yourself, meet the people and learn about the things that they consider normal and you find weird, firsthand, you never really get it. I am really grateful I have been able to do that. And I hope I can go to Europe and Africa some day. Keep dreaming right..

Wonderland.

So i went to Canada's Wonderland today. Very very memorable. With rides that make you plunge vertically to those in which you go backwards over loops to those roller coasters in which you actually stand, it is one hell of a place. Literally hell-ish. Specially if you were not born with a very healthy supply of guts. Like me.

My head is still spinning. And I keep picturing myself when I was at the top of the Behemoth. And we dropped almost vertically!

Hai!

"John Abraham in Dostana gave women a lot to sigh over. He reminded us of what are boyfriends/husbands sometimes aren't: In shape. And with his strong, sinewy arms and broad shoulders, he looked like he could save us from the big, bad world. Abraham's possibly the very image of every girl's Mr Right."

Indeed!

Experiences

I've been intending to post stuff about my "experiences" at York, but somehow I haven't been able to get down to any serious writing in the past few days. So I've decided to randomly jot down pieces of information.

Today I had my first house meeting. It was, well, ok, I guess. It did send me off into the so-called second phase of culture shock, the one in which I start wondering why people here do things the way that they do.

Classes so far have been ok, I think the standard is pretty much the same as my home uni. Which means that I need to start studying soon if I don't want to fall too far behind.

People here do 3-4 courses a semester. They repeat courses like it's no big deal. If you repeat a course in NUS, everyone hears about it! Many people here are like in their 5th year, and it's perfectly fine. They can even conceive the thought of changing majors in their 5th year. I guess education systems here really are much more flexible.

And then there is the fact that sports is a big thing here.

And I haven't seen as many Punjabis here as I expected.

I love the pizzas here, mainly the fact that one slice is enough for one meal. I remember wanting to see pizzas that size in real life, instead of just reel-life, and now I have :D

And people here fill water from the washroom taps. How yuck is that. I mean why can't they have normal water dispensers like other normal places? Of course I know that the water in taps in washrooms in Singapore is also clean enough to drink, but that is like an I'm-gonna-die-of-thirst emergency option.

Question: What is it about men in uniform that makes women weak in the knees?

Happy Independence Day!

Today, on the occasion of India's 62nd Independence Day, I would just like to say that let's hope that India continues to work towards a brighter future. Where everyone, no matter how young or old, rich or poor, hip-clubber or farm-tilling villager, North Indian or South Indian, vegetarian or a cannibal, follower of any religion, member of any caste, belonging to any race, continues to find their place and contribute meaningfully to this amazing nation.

I know that many of us, including me, have very often criticised India for all the bad things - poor government, corruption, pollution and what not. Well, today, let's focus on the good, the healthy, the pure. Let us not think of the riots, but of the harmony that has existed amongst one of the most diverse populations of the world, not of the cultural degradation and the Shiv Sena, but of the rich culture, the myriad of dance forms, cuisines, languages, clothes, mindsets. Let us for this one day, applaud our country for what it really is, a motherland, which we shall cherish all our lives no matter how far away we go from it!

Jai Hind!

Here's hoping some dreams don't come true.

So the good news is that my internship is FINALLY over. After dragging on for ever so long. Well if you think about it, it wasn't all that bad. But then again, it's just one of those things that make better memories than experiences.

Now I am left with 3 weeks of NOTHING to do. Zilch. Zheeero. It's gonna be watching movies and re-reading novels at home that I've already read lots of times before.

I've been having some random nightmares. I always tend to dream of things that worry me or carry the potential to turn into a headache later.

The first was that my stupid travel agent had gotten my Visa made for the wrong dates, of about a month after I was actually supposed to leave.

Another dream I had that my exchange uni had told me due to some problems I couldn't actually go there. And my own uni people told me there was an option open for me to go to a Taiwan uni if I was interested. I had to say yes immediately if I wanted the spot, so I did because I really wanted to go on exchange. The uni was located amidst mountains (like the ones I saw on my (relatively) recent Buddhism trip). And I remember being very heartbroken by the fact that I was stuck there, and there was no way whatsoever I would have the money to go to York in a few days even if a spot opened up.

Oh and I also dreamt of a shop selling bathrobes.

Well thankfully all three of those things shall not be a problem in the future, so let's see what other things my anxious subconscience dreams of next.

You know how when we always plead with and cajole God to give us what we want? Maybe instead we should trust his judgement and stop asking him for things. Because sometimes, when he doesn't give us what we ask for, it is for the best. Maybe something better is on the way.

The trouble with love is...

Ooooohhh...
Oooohhhh ya
Mmmmm

Love can be a many splendid thing
Has another joy you bring
A dozen roses
Diamond rings
Dreams for sale
And fairy tales
It'll make you hear a symphony
And you'll just want the world to see
But like a drunk that makes you blind
It'll fool you every time

The trouble with love is
It can tear you up inside
Make your heart believe a lie
Gets stronger then your pride
The trouble with love is
It doesn't care how fast you fall
And you can't refuse the call
See you've got no say at all

Now I was just a once a fool it's true
I played the game by all the rules
But now my world's a deeper blue
I'm sadder but I'm wiser too
I swore I'd never love again
I swore my heart would never mend
Said love wasn't worth the pain
But then I hear it call my name

The trouble with love is
It can tear you up inside
Make your heart believe a lie
Gets stronger then your pride
The trouble with love is
It doesn't care how fast you fall
And you can't refuse the call
See you've got no say at all

Every time I turn around
I think I've got it all
My heart keeps callin
And I keep on fallin
Over and over again
This set story always ends the same
Me standin in the pouring rain
It seems no matter what I do
It tears my heart in two

The trouble with love is (the trouble with love)
It can tear you up inside (it can tear you up in side)
Make your heart believe a lie (Make your heart believe a lie)
Gets stronger then your pride
(The trouble with love is) See your heart its in your soul
(It doesn't care how fast you fall) You wont remember control (?)
(And you can't refuse the call)
See you've got no say at all
The trouble with love is (Oooo....ya)
It can tear you up inside
Make your heart believe a lie (the trouble with love..)

Musings of my mind

Today I have a lot of things that I want to write about.

The first thing that I've been pondering on today is how I've had this desire to run away for a while now, to escape from my present, towards something in the past or in the future. Since the beginning of the semester, I've been waiting for my exchange to start. During my summer programme, at certain points, I remember wishing it would just end and I could go back to Singapore. And then once it did end, I wanted to go back to it. And then I tried to console myself with the idea of internship. And now that I'm doing the internship I want to run away to Canada. A month more is what it'll take. Let's see if this desire to run away from things ends then or not.

Another thing I've been thinking of is how we all go through phases where we feel useless, directionless and depressed because of it. When they look around at those around and feel so much less productive than them. Thankfully mine is over, at least for the time being, but there always seems to be someone or the other around who's going through it.

Personal space is a concept many people seem to be totally unaware of. When the distance between you and the next person lessens to the degree of discomfort, it is but natural to pull away. When that doesn't happen, it leads to my face going like :|

Then again it needs to be acknowledged that for different people of different cultures, the meaning of appropriate behaviour differs. Like holding another guy's hand and stroking it, or kissing another grown man on the cheek (both of which I have witnessed in the past 2 days) might not seem disturbing to people here, but boy-oh-boy when I see it, my mouth goes like :O

It’s funny how fast people forget you. Actually no, its not.

What’s that they say? Promises are meant to be broken. Friendships are meant to be forgotten. Whether you’ve known people for a month, a year, or a decade, it matters not. Sooner or later, they erase you from the fabric of their lives. And it’s advisable you do the same. If not, the only one who’ll suffer is you.

Kitni baatein yaad aati hai, tasveerein si ban jaati hain.
Main kaise inhein bhooloon, dil ko kya samjhaaun.

Kyun poori ho na paayi daastaan, kaise aayi hai aisi dooriyaan

Golden words. [How are words golden?]

Words of wisdom from a random novel Camille: The Lady of the Camellias by Alexandre Dumas (the non-famous one).

We are sometimes obliged to buy the satisfaction of our souls at the expense of our bodies, and we suffer still more, when, afterward, that satisfaction is denied us.

I am not rich enough to love you as I would nor poor enough to love you as you would. Let us then forget, you a name which must be indifferent enough to you, I a happiness which has become impossible.

Truly, we poor creatures of chance have fantastic desires and inconceivable loves. We give ourselves now for one thing, now for another. There are men who ruin themselves without obtaining the least thing from us; there are others who obtain us for a bouquet of flowers. Our hearts have their caprices; it is their one distraction and their one excuse. I gave myself to you sooner than I ever did to any man, I swear to you; and do you know why? Because when you saw me spitting blood you took my hand; because you wept; because you are the only human being who has ever pitied me. I am going to say a mad thing to you: I once had a little dog who looked at me with a sad look when I coughed; that is the only creature I ever loved. When he died I cried more than when my mother died. It is true that for twelve years of her life she used to beat me. Well, I loved you all at once, as much as my dog. If men knew what they can have for a tear, they would be better loved and we should be less ruinous to them.

York&U

This is from York U handbook for international students. The first I know is true, the second I shall wait and see.

Many students go through a period when they find themselves unable to handle the family expectations on a day to day basis. Living independently for a long period of time can sometimes make it difficult for you to have someone else make decisions for you.

Students feel homesick for Canada when they return home. You may feel that you no longer fit in. This is part of the process of living in a different culture. The best way to deal with this is to anticipate it. You’ve dealt with culture shock when you arrived in Canada so you know your strengths. Remember to allow time to reacquaint yourself with your home country when you return.

Weird money

This is legal money. Australian $100. Wonder why there is a gunda on it? :O
E dude is called Sir Douglas Mawson, and was an Australian Antarctic explorer and geologist.

FOOLS

This world is full of fools. The most harmless type seem to be those who recognise that they are fools. The most dangerous by far are those who are convinced they are biggest smarty pants in the whole world. I can't stand people who have such high impressions of themselves that their head is going to burst with the self involvement. Whose “knowledge” is gained by reading up random, inconsequential bits and pieces of information that they are convinced it is essential to know. For example, knowing the year your university was established ranks right up there in the MUST KNOW list, and woe betide anyone who overlooks this “crucial” bit of information.

Then again their misplaced sense of pride irks one and all. Apparently the fact that the university you are enrolled in is a million times better in every single way than theirs is too trivial a fact to be taken into consideration. They will go and read up stupid things on Wikipedia, and then come “test” you. And if you do not manage to tell them satisfactory answers, they will look down upon as someone barely worth knowing.

Even if you know every damned thing there is to know, it gives you no right to make your head swell like that. Because then you don’t know manners or humility. So what if you know about this place, we have both learnt stuff, albeit very different stuff.

These are the kind of people you can tolerate, even pity, as long as their mouth is tightly shut. But horror of horrors when that unthinking tongue is unleashed. There is just so much that you can do to prevent yourself from literally scratching out their eye balls in your fury.

Such are the people who are so sure in their own limited world of knowing everything that there is to know that they will never open their mind to the idea that there is a bigger world out there, that other people’s priority in life might be a teeny tiny bit different from yours.

And I am sorry but looking down on others who are in fact better off than you is not something I do. In fact, it doesn’t even matter if the other person is better off or not, you do not look down on them. You do not judge them for what they do. You have no fucking right to adjudge their circumstances in life and then blame them for their decisions.

It matters not whether you are rich or poor, have seen how much of the world, what matters is that while we may all live different lives, we all have experiences worth the same. And all our lives are equally worth it. I try to remember that when I see people less well off than me, and I sure as hell try to keep it in mind when I see people much better off.

I think my deciding to go where I did, and do what I am doing is a better thing than anything you have done in your whole darned life. I might not remember what year my university was established in, but I damned well know that even to be considered for admission you have to have more 90% in your exams. I also know that both the ICSE and CBSE all India toppers for my batch chose to come there. I would say such information is more important to know, than let’s say, the motto of the university?

It is indeed a pity that I have met two such people in the past 3 months. I hope to never meet another one, but unfortunately I know there are others like this out there.

Retards.

Life is (not) A-Wun

Life sucks.
I want to get out of here so bad.

Oppressive.
Meaningless.
Excessive reading and writing.
Dowdy.
Boring.
Run away.
Eye candy.
Moving on.
Headache.
Unintentional mistakes.
Unreasonable.
Excuses.
New people.
MLID FML cracked.
Jealousy.
'Home'sick.
Stupid excuses.
Too much time.
Missing friends.
Normalty.
Counting the days. 50-20.

Life- a work in progess

Am at work abhi. Just had lunch. Searching for York U communities on fb to join. Doesn't seem to be a large sized one there. Life is slow. I found an awesome blog of a tortured soul with attitude. Amazing read.

As I said, life is slow. Nothing to do. ZZzzzzzzz.......

And life is a road and I wanna keep going on...

Sometimes people come into your life & you know right away that they were meant to be there, to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson, or help you figure out who you are or who you want to become. You never know who these people may be (possibly your roommate, neighbour, professor, long lost friend, lover, or even a complete stranger), but when you lock eyes with them, you know at that very moment that they will affect your life in some profound way.

The people that you meet who affect your life, and the success and downfalls you experience, help to create who you are and who you will become. Even the bad experiences are learned from. In fact, they are the most poignant ones. If someone hurts you, betrays you, or breaks your heart, forgive them for they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious when you open your heart. If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but because in a way, they are teaching you to love & how to open your heart.

Today is the tomorrow you were worried about yesterday.... Was it worth it?

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As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let us down, probably will. You'll have your heart broken and you'll break others' hearts. You'll fight with your best friend or maybe even fall in love with them, and you'll cry because time is flying by. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, forgive freely, and love like you've never been hurt. Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, no second chances. you just have to live life to the fullest, tell someone what they mean to you and tell someone off, speak out, dance in the pouring rain, hold someone's hand, comfort a friend, fall asleep watching the sun come up, stay up late, be a flirt, and smile until your face hurts. Don't be afraid to take chances or fall in love and most of all, live in the moment because every second you spend angry or upset is a second of happiness you can never get back.

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It`s funny how hello always ends with a goodbye,
it`s funny how good memories can start to make you cry.
It`s funny how forever never really seems to last,
it`s funny how much you`d lose if you forgot about your past.
It`s funny how friends can just leave you when you`re down,
it`s funny how when you need someone they`re never around.
It`s funny how people change and think they`re so much better,
it`s funny how many lies can be packed in one "love letter".
It`s funny how people forgive even though they can't forget,
it`s funny how one night can contain so much regret.
It`s funny how ironic life turns out to be
but the funniest part of all, none of that`s funny to me.

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I've learned that our backgrounds and circumstances may have influenced our lives, but we are responsible for who we become.

I've learned that there are people who love you dearly, but just don't know how to show it.

I've learned that even when you feel you have no more to give, a friend cries out and you find the strength to help.

I've learned that you can't make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved, and the rest is up to them.

I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people just don't care back.

I've learned that sometimes when I am angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.

I've learned that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others, but sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.

Rantings n ravings

So its been a long time since I've written anything proper here. Mainly because I've been keeping a diary, which records my rantings, mainly during work. And its mostly stuff that cannot be posted here :P

So let me recount the past few weeks.

I'm home right now. Life is so-so. I've gotten used to being in India, and have in fact realized how Indian I am. I can actually carry out conversations with old uncles, and say all the right things, lament over how things have become and how good they used to be in olden times :O

Also, I have realized that my wailing about parents and the restrictions at home are not limited to me. They are present in every family in India, nay, the Indian subcontinent, though to a different extent and in varied manners.

I do miss Singapore a lot. This is going to be the longest time I've been away in the last 5 years. Usually it was for a maximum duration of a month, but this time it'll be seven. Oh how I do miss it! Random things. Like 1 day I suddenly wished I could sit in bus 51 and go all the way till Bugis, just for the heck of it. I used to do it both when I worked in 7-Eleven and then at TiE, and I really do love the route. And the fact that it takes almost an hour, which I spent in listening to songs and thinking about the randomest of random things. And one day I wanted to be at the Sheares bus-stop. And one day I missed the library entrance! Just imagine. And sometimes during the day or when I wake up in the morning, I suddenly forget where I am and for a glorious moment feel like I'm back there. Ya I know. I'm weird.

And I miss BIA! I wish I could go back to it.

Work has been okay. It was quite slack in the first 2 weeks, because I sat next to pita-shree and did almost no work. Other than the Buddhism paper. Then this week I did some work, interviewed 4 people for the different sections in the department. And my boss seemed quite eager to impart wisdom as well. Office people are ok. Definitely very old. Very few younger ones are there. The people I have lunch with are people who joined an year back. 1 female is from Bihar, 1 from Delhi and 2 guys from, you guessed it, Chennai. With moustaches. You get the picture. But they're nice people. Though their conversation mainly hinges on either work stuff or lame jokes. The kind we used to find funny in 8th standard. Apparently some people take a longer time to get over them, if at all. Ok I hope they never read my blog.

Other than that I've been procrastinating on a lot of work. Visa,ticket,modules,papers.

Everyone seems to be a bit dead and far-away nowadays, all caught up in their lives. Holidays are always like that. With so much time on their hands, people find something or the other to keep them occupied, and then they drift apart to come back again when the sem starts. Which I won't be there for this time. So sad.

Also, I realize, yet again, that I tend to take up the lingo of people I talk to very very fast. For example, 'so sad'. Hmph.

My home comp was repaired and the older one donated to the irritating nephews who'd come over for 4 days and turned my house and life upside down. That brought some entertainment into life. The comp guy I mean, not the nephews. But was too short lived.

So that is pretty much all that has happened. Its funny how small little things can make or break your day. Like talking to new people. Getting ignored by older ones. Needless to say, my mood swings are always in full swing.

I've been too lazy to bother to organise any get-togethers with people here. Or even bother calling them up. But then noone else bothers, ever. So why should I? Coz my life sucks. I haven't gone out for any fun stuff since I came back. Plus my dentist has very gladly informed me she'll have to root canal another tooth of mine. Stupid woman. Bent on torturing me. I hate dentists. But at least I'll have lenses in a few days. Haven't used them for so many months now.

Also, I've realized the need to keep myself occupied. Going for work suits me as it helps me pass the day. Else I just keep torturing myself all day, wishing for things I can't have.

I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning.

It's 330 in the morning. And I happened to randomly wake up. Because I was convinced that some insect was biting me. Even though I can't find it. And the voltage keeps doing this high again-low again dance. And no one that I could possibly talk to is online right now. And I got the amazing prospect of having to bear the company of 2 irritating kids when I wake up tomorrow morning, for the next few days. So basically everything is pissing me off right now.

And I haven't done the paper, haven't selected my modules, haven't figured how I'm going to scan the documents that I need to sign and send within the new few days, haven't applied for Visa. I am perfectly useless and redundant to this world.

Horoscopes are true..

Aries Women:

Romance is something that no Aries can live without and the same goes for an Aries woman also. However, for her, not getting on without romance is not same as not being able to live without a man. In her heart, she will always be yearning for that someone special, thinking about him in the monsoon and that will be her idea of romance. She doesn't need a real man for it. Aries female is the one who will do anything and everything herself, without needing any male help. One of her basic personality traits is total confidence in her abilities.

An Aries female does not like flattery. You should be sincere while complimenting her. Over-sweetness and too much closeness can make her run away, but she doesn't want you to be too detached also. You'll have to maintain that delicate balance and still keep the romance alive. Once she has committed to you, she will be extremely sentimental and very loyal. Don't dominate an Aries female and don't let her dominate you. Either of the extremes, she will not be able to tolerate. Give her reasons to be proud of you, but do not forget to praise her for her talent too. Her expectations are too high, but she will also give you double in return.

She is very possessive and love is something she can never share. She can be very jealous even at the slightest of suspicion. In case you have a female secretary, it is better to bid her good bye right now. If an Aries girl gets hurt, she will become as cold as the ice in your fridge and this behavior may last an entire lifetime. She is generous to the faults of her loved ones and it is better not to criticize them in front of her. On the other hand, if you are good to her, she will be extremely kind, tender, loyal and supportive.

You will get plenty of reasons to be jealous when you are with an Aries female, since she is more comfortable with men than women. However, don't be suspicious of her, she would be really hurt. She is possessive, but she doesn't like to be possessed. She wants her freedom and your complete trust. Remember, if she's committed to you, you have no reasons to doubt her loyalty and sincerity. An Aries woman is much too truthful to be involved with two people at the same time. She will first break up the relationship that is not working.

She is extremely passionate and believes in forever-lasting relationships. Though, this leaves her disillusioned many a times. She will never play games with you and is incapable of deceit. Maximum chances are that she will continue her career even after marriage. She loves challenges and believes in miracles. Just like a typical Aries, she never learns from her mistakes and is likely to fall in the same hole again.

An Aries female will never forgive you if you fail to fight for her. In return, she will always be there with you, even if she has to go against the whole world. She is not the one to feign illness, but if she is really ill, be there to care for her. She is quite extravagant and giving her the debit cards will mean an empty bank account. She will be a caring mother, who makes no unnecessary fuss and sparks children's imagination. An Aries girl has a bad temper, but it will go away as quickly as it came and leave no grudges behind. She is a complete woman, who gets hurt easily and is totally innocent. Though she is a little impulsive and bossy, she will give you complete security, fight against the world for you and be yours forever!

Another:
It is almost impossible to hide anything from an Aries individual who has recog­nized his or her power of intuition, and for this reason those born under this sign develop quickly the gifts of the spirit. They are often excellent psychoanalysts, mind readers, and spiritual comforters.

They understand without words the especial trouble that is weighing upon the heart of a friend, and are frequently able to explain its cause and banish its effects. Their wills are so dominant, their sym­pathies so quick and kindly, and their clairvoyant power so marked, that they rarely ever fail in their work of minister­ing to the sorrowful.

Sometimes their great regard for their friends will appar­ently blind them to their friends' faults, but it is doubtful if those born under this sign are ever really unaware of such weaknesses.

The traits of Aries people often seem to contradict each other. They are not born patient, but with those they love they are sometimes patient to stupidity. They will give of their money to those who are too lazy to work for themselves, and will accept excuses and explanations with apparent credulity, although they are seldom deceived.

More:
For an Arian woman, gaining independence and reaching the zenith at work is the primary focus. Challenges are very well accepted and also overcome by her. Aries woman hates being forced to stay idle and would not settle down until she is satisfied with her accomplishments. Aries females are very lively and active. They fall in the category of those individuals who do not like to be bossed around.

When she is rejected, she will retreat just long enough in order to regroup her resources to again charge on ahead once more. The Aries sign is a passionate sign that characterizes some one who is seeking an intensity of relationship that may not be matched by longevity. She is easily aroused and attracted, but her flames generally tend to burn fiercely only for a short time.

She is very direct in her approach to life even to the extent that, many people might find her to be somewhat tact less and too confrontational. She is not a patient person when it comes to matters of subtlety or diplomacy and is usually very straightforward and direct in her dealing with the challenges of life.

The greatest weakness of the Aries women is her tendency to be aware only of her own needs, desires, and objectives. She assumes that what is correct for her is also right for everyone else.
(This is so totally true, almost all of it!)

60 things girls need to understand about guys?!!

I found this on an FB group and found it quite interesting. Guys, how many do you agree with?


1. Guys hate sluts even though they have sex with them!

2. "Hey, are you busy?" or "Are you doing something?" ~ two phrases guys open with to stop from stammering on the phone. [We all do that]

3. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about. [Aww :P ]

4. Before they call, guys try to plan out a little about what they're going to say so there aren't awkward pauses, but once he's on the phone he forgets it all and makes it up as he goes.

5. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile when they’re attracted to them.

6. Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him.

7. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest. Unless they're going for the let-her-complain-to-you-and-then-have-her-realize-how-wonderful-and-nice-you-are method.

8. A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.

9. Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved.

10. Don't talk about your guy friends to your boyfriend.

11. Guys get jealous easily.

12. Guys are more emotional than they'd like people to think.

13. Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...never mind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out. [LOL]

14. Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.

15. Guys hate asking parents for money to buy girls presents. So they come up with ideas like saving their lunch money for a week. But it never works because guys are always hungry so they end up asking the parents for money anyway.

16. Girls are guys' weaknesses.

17. Guys are very open about themselves. [No they're not! Or at least they pretend to not be.]

18. It's good to test a guy first before you trust him. But don't let him wait too long.

19. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.

20. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice. [Works both ways]

21. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you. [Works both ways]

22. Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.

23. Guys will brag about anything.

24. Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. We rarely use beautiful. If a guy uses that, he likes you a whole hell of a lot.

25. Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant. [Works both ways]

26. Guys seek for advice from girls not other guys. Because most guys think alike, so if one guy's confused, then we're all confused. [Hahaha]

27. Any guy could write out a rulebook or advice book for flirting, but no guy can write out a book about relationships.

28. Try to be as straightforward as possible. [Right back at ya!]

29. A guy has to experience rejection, because if he's
too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he won't be mature and grow up.

30. If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.

31. No matter how much guys talk about asses and boobs, personality is key.

32. Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.

33. Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate and being whipped.

34. If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and is spazzing inside. [Got meh?]

35. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that.

36. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me." [I doubt that?]

37. Guys don't really have final decisions.

38. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up. [True. Its scary when they do talk serious.]

39. If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when you're with your boyfriend, he's probably jealous and likes you.

40. When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something. [Thinking what exactly?]

41. Guys like femininity not feebleness.

42. Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do. [Lol]

43. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.

44. Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.

45. Everything in moderation. Put on makeup, wear perfume. Just not too much.

46. Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys. [True]

47. Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even more.

48. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them.

49. A guy would give his left nut to be able to read a girl's mind for a day. [Doubt that!]

50. No guy can handle all his problems on his own. He's just too stubborn to admit it.

51. Not all guys are assholes. Just because ONE is a jackass doesn’t mean he represents ALL of us.

52. We don't like girls who are too skinny.

53. We love it when girls talk about their asses. [???]

54. Always make sure you know what kind of stuff you're getting into before making out with a guy, like whether it's a one time deal or not.

55. Believe it or not shy guys are the easiest to talk to. It may not seem right but trust me they will start opening up like books after you just ask them questions about their lives and unnoticeably tell them about yours. [I do believe that]

56. When a guy hits your butt it means that he wants you sexually. [erm?]

57. Even if they refuse it all guys are ticklish on the ribs.

58. Guys love neck rubs and if he lets you keep doing it, it means that he really likes you or his neck really hurts.

59. Guys will test the waters to see how far they can get with you. Even if he doesn't intend to it will happen. Know how far it is you want to let him go and he will respect that after you let him know a couple times.

60. When a guy sacrifices his sleep and health just to be with you, he really likes you and wants to be with you as much as possible.