A different place

So I've switched blogs..

http://everymenmore.blogspot.com/

See you there!

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This sunday morning I realise - Wow I hate my life. Dead existence. Long distance SUCKS LIKE A BITCH. Im so PISSED OFF. I have a stupid bloody exam to go to now. Tomo's my birthday. hate the fact .. i get to be alone n sad the whole day. I dont want to think of the less fortunate/sick/dying/suffering right now ok?
FUCK THIS SHIT. damn i sound like a rapper now.

When the Music's over.

Feeling decidedly blue this evening. the much anticipated home alone time is turning out to be depressing.. as i realise tat the only person who is closest to being always there has flown away to nowhere land.

Nothings changed since the last time i was here. Im the same old moody me trying to find some rambling space to vent about the same old things tat bug the hell outta me time after time.

• I really miss good conversations with people i can relate to.
  
• I wish i cud have one wild night wher i could get unbelievably high. damn it. i miss drinking.
• Im back to being confused to wat i want in life.
• I realise tat having unlimited downloads is not as nice as having them limited. Lesson well learnt.
• I hate the way i dress in fucking salwars all the time.
• Im really grossed out after eating shitloads of maggi noodles.
• I belive i spend too much time online
• I want to get thoroughly wasted. IM FUCKING BORED OF THE GOOD LIFE.
• Ive been feeling like a lethargic slob these days.
  
• Lack of access to Tazz is making me feel increasingly helpless which im growing to hate.
• Im going to have a horrible birthday this time i can tell.
  
• Im getting really irriatated with the typical nonsense tat i think about when im dull n bored n pissed off.
  

Thought for the day

What makes us pick our friends?

The Times They Are a-Changin'

Ok Im removing the pastiche coz its been here on display for a while now, for viewing and stealing, which ever way u look at it. let the below text alone remain as testimony to my work of art. heh.

The fruit of many hours of labour. and excitement.
Its sorta the evolution of music i listen to.. frm the 60s to now..
U may start identifying bands..

Ps- do not steal and pass off as own. its copyrighted. i cud sue u.

Lonliness my only friend.

This was supposed to be put here on 26th June.. dint find time to complete it.. decided to put it here anyway..

Im sitting at a net-cafe forcing myself to while away time. Its been 2 hours since I came to this side of town. Had to get my TC corrected at coll coz the idiots put BCA instead of BA. Wtf?! And they just enjoy telling me to come back later each time. pissing off the system is. they just love humilating u, making u wait and keeping u at their beck n call. College looked mildy depressing witout all the familiar faces.. esp since i had to eat samoses alone. (nobody i know eat samosas alone! or smthn) . It felt a little bit prison-ish really ( no kidding.. not tryin to be cool n say coll sucks)

Met chick called Aditi, who seemed un-naturally chilled out n seemed to enjoy it or watever.. Donno kno whether to get irritated or not at ppl like that man! Ive seen those kinds, prob faking it.. but she does a damn good job of it i must say..

So, I tried hi5, wikipedia,cool blog things, tickle and even uncyclopedia (!). the last one is absolute crap. And now, I sit here wondering..

Ive lived 20yrs of my life here in Madras city and the sad sad truth is I have no friends. Feeling it so much lately.. n its pathetic!
hate my socialising skills.. i cant care enuf to be nice to ppl.. n I see flaws in most ppl than nice.. which is horrible! No wonder ppl look at me n think wat a arrogant bitch.. which i am beginning to think is true or smthn.. sheesh is tht why i walk this way?! im not describing how but my mom used to think its to attract boys.. lmao.


July 17th

Yea, the lonely feeling is prob nvr gonna change.. I think its been engraved in me as a kid.. just a word bout some lousy family planning and no more comments bout that..

Think this is one emotion which will always follow me around.. Even if im with friends or have everythin goin for me.. or Going out clubbing.. which nvr ever fails to make me feel lonely.. cud be a lil coz of my lack of socialising skills.. or just that im not completly at home like that.. N sitting in this warm stifling room with a blue-grey shade of sky outside.. so just makes my life feel devoid of people somehow..

I could analyse this forever..

So, yea im going back to my island now.

So thin the line between Fake & Hot

I hear ppl say girls who sing Nirvana/Pearl jam are hot. I havent seen the Rockstar Supernova thing, but only heard bout it.. And as cliche as ever.. I think they whole things is awesomely lame.. and insulting for Rock fans all over the world. Demeaning to the very soul of rock n roll!

Do ppl actly think that if they get a bunch of piercings n cover themselves in tatooes.. it makes them instantaneous rock??? Pisses me off..

In fact it brings tears of pain and laughter to my eyes! Check out the link below and u can see wat im talkin about..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B5rL2spNJjc

Ps - pls note all the hot intense angst ridden looks.. and the jumping around like she has somethin in her pants.. n tongue-flicking.. not to mention da yo yo rockers who give us their oh so valuable opinion at the end..

Chip of the ol' block ( hate the phrase)

Did you know that the lead singer - Jakob Dylan of the band, The Wallflowers, is Bob Dylan's youngest son!

Suprising huh?

Ps - Both extremely good looking men I have to add.. Ironic that his dad is a legend and his band hardly popular!

Dream jobs and only that.

In no particular order.. funny aspirations of mine.. some real, some hopeful , mostly hopeless..

Singer in a band.
Rolling Stone Editorial Board member.
Music composer ( only for cool my kinda movies)
Movie critic. ( be it any language known to man)
Groupie ( for which band.. Linkin park?? %$%%^$*#$#.. nevermind this one!)
Travel journalist.
Gossip columnist ( bout ppl i know.. not celebrities. wats da point then huh)
Food critic.
Personal photographer ( of rockstars)
Tatoo advisor ( on wher to put one and wat design)
Cultural scientist ( no really! )
Fashion advisor (for hopelessly meterosexual men)
Bindi designer ( i swear im excellent at that)
Creative advisor. (book-covers, wesbites, paintings, photographs, music, lyrics, writing.. )
Writer ( specialising in personal accounts of love, lonliness, sorrow, music and movie tastes )
Wadrobe manager and style specialist ( for Guitar guy if he makes it big.)
Malayalam movie specialist. ( going back to my roots)
Celebrity mocker. ( like ppl on VH1 who are paid to make fun of ppl. Sersly such a cool job!)
Counceller for teenagers on drugs,sex n rocknroll ( haha like im a 40yr old mom n so been there done that)
Women's footwear designer
Coffee shop owner ( small one, nicely done with chilled out music)

Song of freedom

Something I read which made an impact on me today.
This was wat Bob Marley said when Jamaica was experiencing racial tension in the 60s.

"I don't have prejudice against myself. My father was a white and my mother was black. Them call me half-caste or whatever. Me don't dip on nobody's side. Me don't dip on the black man's side nor the white man's side. Me dip on God's side, the one who create me and cause me to come from black and white."