Thursday, November 29, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Quit yapping
Met a woman who once kept complaining that she cant have a job because her husband didnt want her to. Seems her husband was working his arse off so that money wont be an issue and so that his wife wont have t work. But she was complaining how unfair and sexist it was that she cant work. Complaining about her rights and all. well, she's working now. her wish came true some time back. But NOW, she's complaining that because of her work she is finding it hard to do house chores and how her husband should do sumthing about that too. If she hadnt gone to work that problem would never have risen. quit complaining and quit ur yapping already. Beynunhaa gothakah kanthakeh nuvaaneyey.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Gym

Wanted to share an embarrasing evening with the rest of the world.hehe. I went to gym under the personal trainer thingy theyve got going. the guy said since i havent been doing any exercises or sports for quite some time(it was obvious jes by looking) he was gonna giv it real light n not yet start the actual training. so he made me do the bicycle and treadmill after which i was panting like a dog. Even worse.
Then he made me do the stomach/abdomen/vatever exercises. i was to lift my upper body n do sets which i did pretty well for a guy with a stomach like mine i must say. then came the part where i had to lift my legs. oh god. 20 times and 4 sets of it. i could see my leg rising and each time the height to which i was able to rise my legs up kept dropping and dropping. and by the time the trainer was done with me i could lift it to 4 inches abover the ground but he still kept me going. upto my limits. when i was done i couldnt even get up.
Finally when i dragged my lard filled body up, my head was spinning, i felt like puking , couldnt even see clearly and felt like i was gonna faint any minute. i seriously doubted that i would be able to even ride the motorbike back home without having an accident. so had to wait for 10mins before going home. even on the cycle felt like i could put my head down n fall asleep any sec. finally went home to see the 'STAIRS". i had to drag myself up 6 floors. could barely lift my legs at all. the min i opened the door to my place i dropped down onto the sitting room floor and layed there till my dad came n scolded my arse to my room.hehe. after the shower went flat and slept for 10hrs. N to thinkl that this was considered LIGHT and that the training hasnt even started yet. ARRRRGHHHH!!! no wonder it was damn expensive. its like paying to be tortured. lol
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Raped and Pregnant

A girl is raped and gets pregnant. She wants to talk to you of all ppl. Jes talk. Doesn’t wanna talk about what happened to her. She wants to talk about what happened to you to be the way you are. You don’t wanna talk about it cos she is pretty much a complete stranger to you. But she refuses to tell what happened to her unless you do. And she wont let you walk out or away from her either. Cos she wont speak a single word to anyone else. You ask her why she chose you. She says she doesn’t know and that there’s something about you that she cant quite explain. So you talk to her. And after some time she tells u everything.
Later you tell your friends who had wanted you to go talk to her. You tell them that she told u about the rape but you don’t tell them what happened.
“She’s talked about her rape to you. That’s HUGE. U did good.”
You debate back to them jes to be argumentative.
“Really?And everyone will tell you that’s what we gotta make her do. We gotta help her right? Except we cant. We drag out her story. Tell each other itll help her heal. Feel real good about ourselves. But what we’ve only done is make a girl cry.”
She later asks you.
“Do I abort? Isnt abortion murder?”
“Yea, it’s a life.”
“And isnt real life sacred? Doesn’t every life matter to god?” “Life doesn’t matter to me, to u, and judging by the number of natural disasters not to god either. So what about Hitler? Is his life sacred to god? The problem with exceptions to rules, is the line drawn. Might make sense to kill the ass that did your raping. Wonder where we draw the line. Which asses do we get to kill. Which asses gets to keep on being asses. Nice thing about the abortion debate is we can quibble over the trimesters but ultimately there’s a nice cold line…..Birth. Morally not a lot of difference but practically HUGE.”
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Love

We fall in love with the most primal part of our brain, the reptile brain. Our serotonin level drops to that of neurosis. This should normally create depression but with a person in love,the result is worship of the object of their love. And it works like a drug. But when the drug wears off, the body can no longer imagine itself without the other person. And the name they give to this dependency is love.
Coffeeeeeeee Gadi!

its coffeeeeeee gadi and this is simon and garfunkle here to talk about cofee and luuuurve. its a night full of love and ppl can call us, tell us about their luuuuuurve, how they met, what happened, what u guys did on ur first date and even the 'stuff' u guys did later that night LIVE. and we'd dedicate a song to ur loved ones right afterwards. Mulhin Sakaraaavee ennu. HA! so lets drink coffee coffee and more coffee and talk about s**t all night long. alll night looong. all niiiiight.
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