"pulutan" 
....and he burneth like crazy...
1.9 liters of purple blissSunday, September 30, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Turtly
The turtle dances!
My friend Alexa send over a turtle for her morning greetings. I burst out laughing at a hippy turtle dancing his lisp-version of Gasolina. I feel happy for a moment only to be spiralling down the drain of loneliness. I miss my friends in Dubai. And right now I specially missed my gay friend Danielle. After gulps of large cans of Red Horse & shots of tequila courtesy of our friend who dropped by Dubai Duty Free , she sits immobile. She stared half-dazed at the rest of us in the circle toying with scattered peels of lime and cigarette butts. Someone grabbed a cd and we hear the opening notes of "Gasolina". Danielle sprungs up and dances wildly much to our glee. Another birthday wasted, another good day with friends etched in memory..sigh..
My friend Alexa send over a turtle for her morning greetings. I burst out laughing at a hippy turtle dancing his lisp-version of Gasolina. I feel happy for a moment only to be spiralling down the drain of loneliness. I miss my friends in Dubai. And right now I specially missed my gay friend Danielle. After gulps of large cans of Red Horse & shots of tequila courtesy of our friend who dropped by Dubai Duty Free , she sits immobile. She stared half-dazed at the rest of us in the circle toying with scattered peels of lime and cigarette butts. Someone grabbed a cd and we hear the opening notes of "Gasolina". Danielle sprungs up and dances wildly much to our glee. Another birthday wasted, another good day with friends etched in memory..sigh..
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Today's Playlist
playing old songs...
1 Brimful of Asha 5:20 Cornershop
2 Easy Like Sunday Morning 3:05 Faith No More
3 Everything Falls Apart 3:57 Dog's Eye View
4 Interstate Love Song 3:12 Stone Temple Pilots
5 Landslide 3:08 Smashing Pumpkins
6 Black Hole Sun 3:05 Soundgarden
7 Soul to Squeeze 4:54 Red Hot Chili Peppers
8 Who Sucked Out the Feeling 2:40 Superdrag
9 Tomorrow 4:28 Silverchair
10 Everything About You 4:22 Ugly Kid Joe
11 I Got A Girl 4:02 Tripping Daisy
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1 Brimful of Asha 5:20 Cornershop
2 Easy Like Sunday Morning 3:05 Faith No More
3 Everything Falls Apart 3:57 Dog's Eye View
4 Interstate Love Song 3:12 Stone Temple Pilots
5 Landslide 3:08 Smashing Pumpkins
6 Black Hole Sun 3:05 Soundgarden
7 Soul to Squeeze 4:54 Red Hot Chili Peppers
8 Who Sucked Out the Feeling 2:40 Superdrag
9 Tomorrow 4:28 Silverchair
10 Everything About You 4:22 Ugly Kid Joe
11 I Got A Girl 4:02 Tripping Daisy
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Me and Misery
September 24 2007
I’m currently have my ears glued to my headset. The office chattering is getting into my nerves. For once I’m hating loathing the sound when Indians speak in their native language. The endless garbled sounds drive me crazy. I’m feeling depressed and bored and I really feel like crying. For no reason at all. I throw dagger looks at the guys chirping. They fell silent and walked out of the door, glancing back. I presume they are wondering if I have gone daft.
Gaaawd, I know I have depressive tendencies and I shouldn’t encourage this in anyway. I’m currently listening to a looped track of Landslide, Soul to Squeeze & Black Hole Sun. I don’t know these bloody songs can make me feel even more miserable.
Maybe all this loneliness is crashing into me. I thought I am just plain bored… Then my reflections confirmed what I tried to deny for quite some time. I can’t be bored, I have endless ways of keeping myself occupied and happy. My dismal attitude is something that had started as a dormant ember, waiting for a spark to keep it alive again. Somewhere, sometime, something made a light. I can feel the gloom gathering more energy, slowly on it’s way to roaring glory…
Someone peeks in to say hello and how are you… I feel like throwing a pen at him. Damn how guys can be so insensitive when you just want to be left alone!
and now I want to scream just like the song screams in my ears: who sucked out the feeling????
I’m currently have my ears glued to my headset. The office chattering is getting into my nerves. For once I’m hating loathing the sound when Indians speak in their native language. The endless garbled sounds drive me crazy. I’m feeling depressed and bored and I really feel like crying. For no reason at all. I throw dagger looks at the guys chirping. They fell silent and walked out of the door, glancing back. I presume they are wondering if I have gone daft.
Gaaawd, I know I have depressive tendencies and I shouldn’t encourage this in anyway. I’m currently listening to a looped track of Landslide, Soul to Squeeze & Black Hole Sun. I don’t know these bloody songs can make me feel even more miserable.
Maybe all this loneliness is crashing into me. I thought I am just plain bored… Then my reflections confirmed what I tried to deny for quite some time. I can’t be bored, I have endless ways of keeping myself occupied and happy. My dismal attitude is something that had started as a dormant ember, waiting for a spark to keep it alive again. Somewhere, sometime, something made a light. I can feel the gloom gathering more energy, slowly on it’s way to roaring glory…
Someone peeks in to say hello and how are you… I feel like throwing a pen at him. Damn how guys can be so insensitive when you just want to be left alone!
and now I want to scream just like the song screams in my ears: who sucked out the feeling????
Monday, September 24, 2007
The Blushing Bride
another one through mail i feel might be good for those who needs to laugh
The Blushing Bride
The new bride tells her husband, "Honey, you know I'm a virgin and I don't know anything about sex. Can you explain it to me?"
"OK sweetheart. Let's say your private place is the 'prison' and call my private thing the 'prisoner'. So what we do is, we'll put the prisoner in the prison"...
so he put the prisoner in the prison they made love for the first time. Afterwards, the guy lies face up on the bed, smiling with satisfaction. His bride giggles, nudges him and says, "Honey the prisoner seems to have escaped."
Turning on his side, he smiles. "Then we'll have to re-imprison him, won't we?"
After the second time the guy reaches for his cigarettes, but the girl, thoroughly enjoying the new experience, gives him another suggestive smile, "Honey, the prisoner is out again!"
The man rises to the occasion, but, with the unsteady legs of a recently born foal! Afterwards he lays back on the bed, totally exhausted.
She nudges him and says, "Darling, the prisoner escaped again."
Turning his head he tells her wearily, "Honey, it's not a life sentence, OKAY?"
The Blushing Bride
The new bride tells her husband, "Honey, you know I'm a virgin and I don't know anything about sex. Can you explain it to me?"
"OK sweetheart. Let's say your private place is the 'prison' and call my private thing the 'prisoner'. So what we do is, we'll put the prisoner in the prison"...
so he put the prisoner in the prison they made love for the first time. Afterwards, the guy lies face up on the bed, smiling with satisfaction. His bride giggles, nudges him and says, "Honey the prisoner seems to have escaped."
Turning on his side, he smiles. "Then we'll have to re-imprison him, won't we?"
After the second time the guy reaches for his cigarettes, but the girl, thoroughly enjoying the new experience, gives him another suggestive smile, "Honey, the prisoner is out again!"
The man rises to the occasion, but, with the unsteady legs of a recently born foal! Afterwards he lays back on the bed, totally exhausted.
She nudges him and says, "Darling, the prisoner escaped again."
Turning his head he tells her wearily, "Honey, it's not a life sentence, OKAY?"
Saturday, September 22, 2007
for laughs..
Sharing what I got in my mail today
Anger Management
I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying "Hello" I politely said, "This is Fred. Could I please speak with Robert Campbell?" Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right fukin' number!" and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robert's correct number to call him, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.
After hanging up with Robert, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again. When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled "You're a Asshole!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'Asshole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're a Asshole!". It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic "Asshole" calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said "Hi, this is John Smith from the phone company. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?" He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone. I quickly called him back and said, that's because you're a Asshole!"
Then one day I was at Lakeside Shopping Centre, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a gunmetal grey Land Rover cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his back window, so I wrote down his number.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first Asshole (I had his number on speed dial by this stage,) I thought that I'd better call the Land Rover Asshole, too. I said, "Is this the man with the gunmetal grey Land Rover for sale?" "Yes, it is", he said. "Can you tell me where I can see it?" I asked. "Yes, I live at 221 William Street. It's a terraced house, and the car's parked right out in front."
"What's your name?" I asked. "My name is Steve Hansen," he said. "When's a good time to catch you, Steve?" "I'm home most days as I'm currently unemployed." "Listen, Steve, can I tell you something?" "Yes?" "Steve, you're a Asshole!" Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two Assholes to call. Then one day I came up with an idea.
I called Asshole #1. "Hello?" "You're a Asshole!" (But I didn't hang up.) "Are you still there?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "Stop calling me," he screamed. "Make me," I said. "Who are you?" he asked. "My name is Steve Hansen." "Yeah? Where do you live?" "I live at 221 William Street, a terraced house. There's a gunmetal grey Land Rover parked out the front." He said, "I'm coming over right now, Steve. And you had better start saying your prayers." I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, Asshole," and hung up.
Then I called Asshole #2. "Hello?" he said. "Hello, Asshole," I said. He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..." "You'll do what?" I said. "I'll kick your ass," he exclaimed. I answered, "Well, Asshole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 221 William Street, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 7 News about the hood war going down on William Street.
I quickly got into my car and headed over to William Street. I got there just in time to watch two Assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six police cars, an overhead police helicopter and a news crew. Now I feel MUCH better. Take it from me, anger management really works...
Anger Management
I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying "Hello" I politely said, "This is Fred. Could I please speak with Robert Campbell?" Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right fukin' number!" and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robert's correct number to call him, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.
After hanging up with Robert, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again. When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled "You're a Asshole!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'Asshole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're a Asshole!". It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic "Asshole" calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said "Hi, this is John Smith from the phone company. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?" He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone. I quickly called him back and said, that's because you're a Asshole!"
Then one day I was at Lakeside Shopping Centre, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a gunmetal grey Land Rover cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his back window, so I wrote down his number.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first Asshole (I had his number on speed dial by this stage,) I thought that I'd better call the Land Rover Asshole, too. I said, "Is this the man with the gunmetal grey Land Rover for sale?" "Yes, it is", he said. "Can you tell me where I can see it?" I asked. "Yes, I live at 221 William Street. It's a terraced house, and the car's parked right out in front."
"What's your name?" I asked. "My name is Steve Hansen," he said. "When's a good time to catch you, Steve?" "I'm home most days as I'm currently unemployed." "Listen, Steve, can I tell you something?" "Yes?" "Steve, you're a Asshole!" Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two Assholes to call. Then one day I came up with an idea.
I called Asshole #1. "Hello?" "You're a Asshole!" (But I didn't hang up.) "Are you still there?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "Stop calling me," he screamed. "Make me," I said. "Who are you?" he asked. "My name is Steve Hansen." "Yeah? Where do you live?" "I live at 221 William Street, a terraced house. There's a gunmetal grey Land Rover parked out the front." He said, "I'm coming over right now, Steve. And you had better start saying your prayers." I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, Asshole," and hung up.
Then I called Asshole #2. "Hello?" he said. "Hello, Asshole," I said. He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..." "You'll do what?" I said. "I'll kick your ass," he exclaimed. I answered, "Well, Asshole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 221 William Street, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 7 News about the hood war going down on William Street.
I quickly got into my car and headed over to William Street. I got there just in time to watch two Assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six police cars, an overhead police helicopter and a news crew. Now I feel MUCH better. Take it from me, anger management really works...
Monday, September 10, 2007
Sunscreen
Just a few moments ago I’m in a rather pensive mood. I took a leisurely stroll down the memory lane staring at nothingness. I wondered how time flies by fast… and I thought did I listen to "Sunscreen" with my heart…?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfq_A8nXMsQ
Sunscreen
Baz Lurhmann
text by Mary Schmich
Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.
Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded.
But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future.
Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts.
Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy.
Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind.
The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults.
If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life .
The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives.
Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.
Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either.
Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body.
Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it.
It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance , even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on .
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths:
Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old.
And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfq_A8nXMsQ
Sunscreen
Baz Lurhmann
text by Mary Schmich
Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.
Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded.
But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future.
Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts.
Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy.
Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind.
The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults.
If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life .
The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives.
Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.
Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either.
Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body.
Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it.
It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance , even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on .
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths:
Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old.
And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
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