Conspiracy Theorist

04.01.05 (12:54 am)   [edit]

april 1st-the day my cousin entered ths world in all her screaming glory..makes u think.a helluva fast talker and the reason i got an A in maths in my A-levels.thnx girl..u kno u rock.


okay now for some fundu news..today ur gonna get to read some quality writing.i wudn't get used to it if i were u..

portrait of the artist as a charcoal sketch


I don't know Wild1.She asked me for a guest post on "losing a loved one", so I went off to have a look at her site. She'd quoted Kipling's If in its ghastly entirety. I despise Kipling and all his works. I distrust him. I think he lies. I think reading If is like flipping through a magazine with pictures of impossibly beautiful people. When you reach the end, you can't help but feel ugly, uncouth and tacky. To read If is to feel inadequate and useless. I'm not filling the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run; what a lazy bastard I must be.


Fuck you, Rudyard Kipling, and fuck your white man's burden.

I don't want to write about losing loved ones. I hate that phrase. And it only means one specific thing to me, and I don't want to talk about that.

I can just imagine what Kipling might have had to say about that. The snarky old bugger would probably have extolled the virtues of stoic courage, advised us to honour the memories of the departed but not to lose ourselves in the past. Bastard.

Grief is a sacred thing. You don't throw it away. You don't let it go.

Know anything about Zoroastrian fire temples? There are places where they kept a flame alive, sometimes for a very long time -centuries, even, maybe millennia. Nobody can seem to agree on how long. Never you mind why fire was sacred to the Zoroastrians; never mind if you doubt their claims of how long its been going. So the temple keepers got drunk in the fourteenth century and let it go out for a week. Who cares?

The point is that it matters to them, and they want to keep it burning. Thirty years ago, an almost-century-old sacred flame was once moved from Yemen to India in a 747. Because they didn't want to let the fire go out. It sounds silly, but no sillier than Sri Lanka's insistence on the world's oldest known tree being in Anuradhapura, having been grown from a cutting from the very tree that the Buddha once pissed on. Or something. This isn't about religion any more than it's about "spirituality", whatever that means; this is about belief, and faith, and sanctity. And as a dirty old man once said, there's a "titty" in "sanctity". I'd have more respect for Kipling if he'd occasionally say something like that.

You thought that was a digression. No, not really. I'm talking about things that burn, things that are sacred, that can stay with us to be very old; so old, in fact, that we can forget their origins and only know that these things are important because they are too closely tied to us now to remove. They are a part of who we are.

Now, I can't say that about a Zoroastrian sacred flame; I know I'd have an irresistable impulse to light a cigarette off it. And I can't say that about the Bodhi tree, because it's a miserable old bitch of a tree that probably doesn't even pull its weight in photosynthesis any more. But I can say it about grief. Because I'll say anything -anything at all- to not have to talk about grief itself.

I don't like to talk about it.

But I'll keep my fires burning.

thnx Forge!!  
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news:
Terri Schiavo died Thursday.its Friday here but still Thursday in the US.its only been abt 2 hrs since its been up on the newswires.


i've read countless blogs split halfway between each of the two positions centering around her life.it ws hard for me to do the same.i cud get where both were coming frm..wht i didn't get is how ppl were so sure whtevr they said ws the right thing to do.mmm..


i think i really oughtta study now..thinking hurts..
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Quis custodiet ipsos custodes

03.30.05 (10:44 pm)   [edit]

it ws such a looong day.slept 3-4 hrs yesterday, then


lecture at 8:30am
4 hours at work
lecture at 3:30pm
studying
war on terrorism talk by Tapal Bose
balochistan documentary and Q&A
friend's netball match at 9pm


the worse part ws tht i ws starving,i really really cudn't stay bck fer the match.14hrs w/o food is jst too much..'sides i wuz sleepy.i hv ths stupid mega test friday with a paper, an assignment and a test due/on monday followed up by a mid wednesday.no prep for ne of them.i hv NO IDEA wht i'm doing ths quarter..where'd it go?

and why in hell am i attending political talks and discussions?why why why?it's all so controversial..USA, Kashmir, Balochistan..blah.evn wid all i kno i dun kno much.there's disinformation, there's misinformation and then there are all these counterarguments to evrything.i dun trust the media, i dun trust ppl..whtevr man.went to the talk coz TR mentioned it..besides i kinda like knowing abt tht subject for some reason.apart frm a couple of incidents and facts i knew all the theories so it wsn't tht interesting.the balochistan thing ws purely coincidental..and it ws good.learned somethings.

univ's first rugby match sunday.and first student council elections sometime soon too..dunno coz i really cudn't care less.


one thing..whtevr u do, do NOT read dan brown's digital fortress.utter crap.no story, no suprises..yuck!! only thing ws tht it kinda related to something i had read in the news a while ago:

'...the government...acknowledged that emails of the country's citizens were prone to scanning by the government.'

ths country being wht it is the grounds for running a check on someone's emails are jst a mite hazy and there is no law in ths regard.

'While the Electronic Transactions Ordinance 2002 places limitations on anyone trying to access private electronic communication, these limitations do not apply to someone "authorised to gain access."'

source>>http://www.jang.com.pk/thenews/mar2005-weekly /nos-20-03-2005/enc.htm#1" title="http://www.jang.com.pk/thenews/mar2005-weekly /nos-20-03-2005/enc.htm#1" target="_blank"http://www.jang.com.pk/thenew...


oh btw there ws no point in putting tht here..but i'm sleepy na..


god i love tht excuse =P


~'Who will guard the guards?'~

If..

03.29.05 (9:38 pm)   [edit]

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream-and not make dreams your master;
If you can think-and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings-nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And-which is more-you'll be a Man, my son!

-Rudyard Kipling


 

Shall we dance?

03.25.05 (10:43 pm)   [edit]

dance party wsn't bad.not as suave as the last one but good in its own way.

Blog Marathon

03.21.05 (7:28 pm)   [edit]

do u know its raining?its been raining since morning!!


did hv 2 quizzes today.possibly..jst possibly u understand..flunking in both.oh AND my group partners failed to turn in our assignment.yeah..only wid me =P


saw a rainbow today..and i jst might hv signed up to post 26 hrs straight for a blog marathon..1 post per half-hour.evryone already thinks i'm crazy..how will i do tht?i can't hog the computer for that long..'sides it'll get boring and i'll get sleepy and i know i'll hv assignments and tests to prepare for..uh oh..doesn't seem like a good idea nemore..rainbow..concentrate on the rainbow..


 

Patience

03.21.05 (1:06 am)   [edit]

A little more patience and a little more trust
A little more caring and a little more love
And who know's where we could have been today..


I would have waited for you
I would have waited for you forever
Did you know? Did I tell you?
Too bad you couldn't do the same for me


All you wanted was a girl you could call your own
If one didn't agree the next one would do
Always in a hurry, always somewhere to be
Too bad, too bad you couldn't wait for me


Now years have passed, things have changed
I bet you don't even remember my name
But I remember how you moved on, how easy it was
And how I cursed myself for holding on to the past


It happened for the best
You weren't good for me
They say love is blind, I have to agree
Still I can't help but dream..


A little more patience and a little more trust
A little more caring and a little more love
And who know's where we could have been today..


strange..wrote 2 poems tonite.well whtevr..i ws supposed to study coz i hv a sneaking suspicion i'm going to hv 2 suprise quizzes tomorrow..but in true wild1 tradition..didn't.


wish me rain.. :wink:


edit: well whtdayaknow! its World Poetry Day today!


John Keating: We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life? Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse." That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
-Dead Poet's Society


 

Frogs and spiders and worms and..

03.20.05 (1:15 am)   [edit]

i know i can still catch those itsy bitsy frogs coz i did in swat.trouble is i dunno if i can still catch big ones.i tried to at arq's but i cudn't and thou it cud b coz it ws dark and all but it also cud b coz i didn't wnt to..neways i wuz thinking how come u notice insects and rodents so much wen ur a kid?ths is still the same house and i hardly evr see a frog or a butterfly nemore.not evn those earthworms i used to keep coz i thought they were caterpillars.not evn a line of ants all in formation.no snails..no slugs..no leeches.nothing..zip..zilch.i did see a bird nest and watch the hatchlings learn to fly..but only coz it ws right outside my window.okay tht wsn't the point..the point ws frogs.i'm hoping i hvn't reached the point where i feel they're all icky..but it sure wud help if they weren't so ugly.now spiders on the othr hand..


 

Dust-storm

03.18.05 (1:28 am)   [edit]
heard aks sing..lol.

Sinister Plan

03.12.05 (6:19 pm)   [edit]


My mom and dad are not what they seem,
Their dull appearance is part of their scheme.
I know of their plans. I know their techniques.
My parents are outer space alien freaks!

They landed on earth in spaceships humongous.
Posing as grownups, they now walk among us.
My parents deny this, but I know the truth.
They're here to enslave me and spoil my youth.

Early each morning, as the sun rises,
Mom and dad put on their earthling disguises.
I know right away their masks weren't legit.
Their faces are lined - they sag and don't fit.

The earth's gravity makes them sluggish and slow.
They say not to run, wherever I go.
They live by the clock. They're slaves to routines.
They work the year 'round. They're almost machines.

They deny that TV and fried food have much worth.
They cannot be human. They're not of this earth.
I cannot escape their alien gaze,
And they're warping my mind with their alien ways.

For sinister plots, this one is a gem.
They're bringing me up to turn me into them!
-Calvin


whaaa......h-e-l-p meeeeeeee!!!!!!

breezy~

03.09.05 (10:13 pm)   [edit]

i had fun today.had no idea i missed my friends so much.i voluntarily attended a maths class i wsn't supposed to..and it wsn't evn tht boring!shockeroo..
got another deck of cards..must hv like half a dozen decks scattered all ovr now..pake juwari..lost at rang thou..evn cheating wsn't working..*sniff*..something wrong wid the universe i'm sure..
the cs thing ws interesting..plus they had ice-cream =P



Collar ko thoda sa upar charha ke
Cigarette ke dhuain ka challa bana ke
Sochna hai kya..jo hona hai hoga
Chal pare fikar yaar dhuain main ura ke
[Murree I believe..2002]

ah..phooeey!

03.07.05 (10:54 pm)   [edit]

aaj apun poore baara ghante university main kaam kiya..pehle din woh bhi.upar se registration ki khuwari..dil to chahta hai adminstration ka gala ghont dun..pehle to bata hi nahi sakte na.phir prob. ka instructor..larke sahi bist karte hain..par liberty nahin hai na.woh larkian hoteen to aaj bahar hote.


saw million dollar baby yesterday.wht kind of name is tht?my sis thinks it sounds cute..how?HOW?its a stupid name..so there.uh abt the movie..not bad..and i'm calling an multiple oscar winning movie not bad..lol.okay so it ws kinda good...mayb.i can't help it!!i can't love movies which kill off the principle characters u kno..except of course titanic..in tht movie the coolest part ws where he died..and horror movies where evryone shud die..and mayb jst mayb boring drama type thingums where i keep on hoping the nasal-talking heroine wud slip off the roof and smash into pulp on the sidewalk, preferably followed by the mysterious deaths of the rest of the cast..

but tht's not the point.the point is tht u don't, u jst don't kill off the nice boxer lady..not evn fer an oscar okay.


ps:and sorry yaar jis ne nahin dekhi aur dekhni thi..mujhe to kehna tha so keh diya..ab kuch kar bhi nahi sakte na..hehe..i mean..u kno..sawwie?

pps:and for the record i didn't intend to tell the ending..the bloggers in my head made me do it.


edit:MDB ws filmed in 37 days!



 

overkill

03.06.05 (2:40 am)   [edit]

hey has ne one evr tried boring someone to tears?its absolutely brilliant..first of all if u use PJs on friends u get to hear all kinds of cool threats..tht they obviously can nevr pull off u being the cool dude/dudette tht u r..but its always intriguing to learn how badly u can miff them off.totally irrelevant i kno..jst tht someone told me PJs after a long time and frankly PJs coming frm someone else..someone i can't evn hit..they're horrid!!


i hv morning classes.morning as in 8:30..i hvn't attended classes tht early in eons!!shudn't they like abolish dawn sessions after school?okay i know 8:30 ain't dawn but screw tht..it feels tht way to me.
didn't get B- in finance *big grin*.now all tht's eating me is comm. skills..freakazoid..if i get a B-, i'll get her if it's the last thing i do..nobody trips me and walks away clean.

fer some reason i really like 'patience' now.how the hell did a song like that grow on me?i mean sure..evrybody likes it and all but damn it's not my kind of music.'faithfully' by journey's fit too.oh and i found a ton of free download sites for indian and pk songs..between them they cover just abt all the good stuff..past and present.look for apnaymp3, music funda, apniisp and 70s/80s-blah in the links if u wnt em'.


~improvise..

night of the living dead..

03.05.05 (3:06 am)   [edit]

some more sms/shairi stuff:


1 message recieved.
1 cute friend send it.
1 monkey is reading it.
1 monkey is angry.
1 cute friend smiling.
1 monkey is still reading it.


duniya me sirf 7 chiz famous..bole to 7 wonder. 1. apun...2.apun ka style..3.apun ka awaaz...4..apun ka smile..5..apun ka face..6..apun ka message..7..apun ka dost bole to tum.


Ha ha ha ha hha ha ha ha ha hha ha ho ho ho ho ho oh oh oh ooh ohh eh eh he he hhe he he hee he he hha ha ho ho ho ho he he he.........kuch nahin bas tumhari shakal yaad aa gayi.... ha ha ha ha ho ho ho


Ikhtiyarre tabbasum ki lau ko tarranume numayish se aghaa dena... Jis ko iska matlab samajh aa jaye to please mujhe bhi bata dena..... 


machar ne jo kata dil me mere junoon tha
khujli itni hoi dil besakoon tha
pakra to chor dia yeh soch ke
saale ki ragon main apna hi khoon tha


mulk kee bhi ek sarhad hoti hai
bacche kee bhi ek zid hoti hai
kitna intazaar karein tere sms kaa
yaar kanjoosi kee bhi had hoti hai


jab baaghon mein bahaar aayegi
tab mere sms ki bauchhar aayegi
tanhaiyaan to tumhari dur ho jayengi
par kya mera bill bharane teri saas aayegi?


When u were born...d clouds parted...God appeared b4 all mankind.... & proclaimed:'sorry no refund or exchange available 4 the defect!'


Yeh dua hai meri, Tum khush raho.Sada Haste raho.Pal pal khushian milain.Tum aur Haso.Bus Haste raho.Mera kya Hai! Log Tumhe hi pagal kahenge!!


Gadha jo khaye wo ghas ho tum, budhape ka chywanprash ho tum, idiot, stupid, bakwaas ho tum, par jo bhi ho yaar dost jhakkas ho tum.


"Hitler" bhi chala gaya, "Saddam" bhi pakda gaya, "Bin-Laden" ka bhi pata nahi, "Tum" bhi dikhte nahin, Lagta-hai dharti pe achhe din aagaye....


Onething I like about u is: Tum har kaam dil laga ke karte ho. You know why??? Kyonki dimaag ka option tumhare paas nahi hai...ha ha hah..


God apun se pucha kidhar jayenga?Heaven ke Hell?Apun bola Hell!Apun ko malum tum udarich milenga, jaha tum hoenga vo bhi heaven mafiq lagega .


When u were born heavens rejoiced, anjels sang, god smiled & i heard them saying " CHALO CHUTKARA TO MILA".


DiL kE yEh KhuWAiSh hAi mEin tERaY gHaR aOn,TErAy GHaR aOn,teRaY ghAr Aon,TeRaY ghAr aoN,BaAr bAaR aON Har BaAr aOn..AUR!!Bell BaJa Kar BHaG jaOn....=P 


Woh bhi kia din thae
jab ham jin thae
ab ham deo hain
gino ka bhi piyo hain


Suraj Hua Madham, chand bhi chalne laga,
mein tehra raha, zameen chalne lagi, sajnaa..kya yehi pyar hai ??
Nalayak, yeh pyar nahi earthquake hai! BHAAG!!


If you have sleepless nights ......
If someone breaks the silence of a dark lonely night
If someone sings new melodies in your ear every evening..
Then its nothing other than..


    & nbsp;   &n bsp;    Mosquitos..... he e haa..


ek tum ho jo itney acchey ho,
ek tum ho jo kitney pyarey ho,
ek tum ho jo kitney sundar ho,
ek tum ho jo chand sitare ho,
aur ek hum hain, jo jooth boley jaa rahey hain...


Khuda ne jis pal tujhe banaya hoga.Uske dil per ek saror chaya hoga.Pehle usne socha hoga k tujhe janat mein rakhlen.Phir usse zoo ka khayal aya hoga!


Sweet candies are nice to eat
Sweet words are easy to say.
But Sweet people are hard to find
Oh my God! How did u find me???


Frm mon to sun
frm jan to dec
frm birth to death
ma feelings 4 u wil neva change
4 me u wil always b a...
HEAD ACHE!


jab bhi kahin dekhta hoon to lagta hai k tum ho
jab bhi kisi se milta hoon to lagta hai k tum ho
jab bhi raat ko sota hoon to lagta ahi k tum ho
tum kia kisee bhoot se kam ho!!


what is wrong with your cell every time i call a voice tells me that the subscriber u have dialed is a monkey, plz contact zoo for detail..


Tez Hawa Ka Jhonka Aaya, Phir Khosbu Teri Sath Mein Laaya, Phir Mere Dil Ko Khayal Aay k Lagta hai Aaj phir tu nahi Nahaya..


if ever in ur life ur very sad and lonely and feel that u have lost everything, ill come n hold ur hand and take u for a long walk on a lonely bridge and show u where to jump..


I am a killer, I kill people for money.....But because you are my friend, I'll kill you for nothing!


You'rE CutE
CharminG
CooL
SmarT
ClassY
WittY
AttractivE
EndearinG
So LovabLE


ThaT WaS SenT 2 ME, JusT WanteD YOU 2 ReaD IT!


You've got Style... You've got Intelligence... You've got Class... You've got d Face... & I've got the wrong number! Sorry.


Hum dua karte hain Khuda se,
ki wo aap jaisa dost aur na banaye...,
Ek Cartoon jaisi cheez hai humare paas,
kahin wo bhi common na ho jaye!!


Chaand ko gharoor hai ki uske paas noor hai,
Mujhe bhi gharoor hai ki mera dost langoor hai!


badi fursat se khuda ne tujhe banaaya hoga,
ek surur sa dil pe chaya hoga,
pehle socha hoga tujhe jannat mein rakh doon,
phir usse mera khayaal aaya hoga...


Arz kiya hai.....
Aaj-kal aapke SMS aana band hai
wah wah! wah wah!
Aaj-kal aapke SMS aana band hai
khafa ho humse ya balance kam hai?


~the end.