Worth The Pain

The birthday gift.

From Myself To Myself.

It's so fucking pretty.

I get multiple orgasms just from staring at it on my body.

Wrapped Up

In 2009,I've learn that,

Friends & Alcohol are the best two things you need at times,

That you should laugh more than you breathe,

[Dad,Mom,Sharon's the little one,Sonia And Me.]
And lastly,Nothing comes as close as your family.

To sum up this year in three words,
Life Goes On.
It's time for a change,I suppose.
Please 2010,Don't be a bigger bitch than 2009.
Happy New Year (:

May all your troubles last as long as your New Year's resolutions!

Once Again

Narin :So if something happens to me and i get really hurt,and get admitted to a hospital,would you come to visit me?

Jai : Yeah,just once , that's all.

Narin : Uhm oh. okay.

Jai : Cause i'll come and be with you throughout .

Taylor : You should see the look on your face when he said once,hahhaha.

I love you both bastards,I really don't know what I'll do without you both .

It's six thirty and I just got home from taylors' and my hair smells like nicotine.

I've got four hours of sleep,I promised to meet my gf at tweleve thirty later on.

Sympathize me now.

Anyways,2010 is creeping up on us, and contrary to popular belief, we are starting a new decade.

Do you know what that means?

That means its time once again for "New Year's Resolutions that never seemed to be resoluted."

Three more days till New Year.

I'm starting afresh next year,earsing away the past and embracing what's ahead of me.

No more boys,No more flings,No more late nights,No more random make-out,

No more nicotine,No more clubbing,No more relationships.

Narin is going to say yes to studies!

[Stop laughing bitches]

Extreme motivation needed.

And I might be taking a break from blogging since I doubt I'll have the time.
Anyways,I know it's been a trend for the past year or so but I can't quite get use to the idea of guys in tight/skinny pants.
A quick note on why I can't stand men in tight/skinny pants.

I was on a train one day and this guy with really tight pants stood right in front of me. I mean, his pants were so tight I knew which way his package rested.

Well with him standing and me sitting, the sway of the manic train caused me to avert my head the whole 40 minutes of my commute to avoid being mouth fucked by this guy.
Alright fuck off now (=

Embrace The Dissappointment

This decade has been a pretty big disappointment compared to the nineties. We really haven't done anything positive except finding better, cheaper ways to watch porn. I mean, look at all we haven't accomplished by 2010.

Where the hell is my flying car? Before I was even born, futurists were discussing the idea that by the 21st century, we'd all be flying around in bubble canopy Jetsons cars powered by electricity and farts. Has it happened yet? Not quite. Instead we've got 'Smart Cars' small enough for Barry Bonds to belt out of the park, Maglev trains that only hover a few inches off the ground, and one, ONE civilian-constructed spacecraft.


Moon Colony? Mars Colony? I think not. Scientific breakthroughs and advances in space technology back in the 20th century made it seem like we'd already be crawling our way across the solar system by now. Our feet have been on the moon, and our robots are still rolling around Mars. Yet we're still firmly planted on this little green hothouse. I've always been a dreamer, but these things actually seem like they're within our grasp. I know, domestic problems need to be solved first. I still think it'd be nice to visit relatives on the Moon for New Years.

Is there a cure for anything? Progress in most fields is slow, I can accept that. Still, all the promises of the late twentieth century haven't really come to any serious fruition. Gene therapy hasn't solved the world's most crippling genetic diseases and birth defects. Various vaccine trials haven't found a deterrent to AIDS or any other virulent illnesses. People are more medicated and screwed up than they've ever been. We're not even living a dystopian future where only the rich can afford to be healthy. Nope, we're just not there yet. Not even close.

Virtual reality was a lie! I remember going to different amusement parks, even back in the nineties, where they had virtual reality booths set up. Imagine my extreme disappointment when I found out it was nothing but a video game projected onto a helmet mounted screen. Sure, it moved with your head, but nothing inside looked even remotely real, and you couldn't 'feel' anything. So my pubescent hopes of having a virtual girlfriend were dashed pretty quickly. Since then, virtual worlds have sprung up, like those in Second Life and World Of Warcraft, but they don't deliver on the immersive promises of VR.

It hasn't all been bad, though. This decade has seen the Internet become perhaps the most important communication tool on the planet. Entertainment technology has come a long way from 8-bit Nintendo games and at the very least, important nations are discussing solutions to mitigate our impact on the environment. Also, it's not like research has just stopped outright. Maybe by 2020 I'll be blogging to you from my Mars homestead. I guess we'll have to wait and see.

Forever Is Over

Nobody understands how much I miss you.

I miss how we used to talk, and I miss all the things we used to do.

I try not to admit it to myself that I still feel this way.

Nobody knows that I still wake up thinking of you each day.

I still think of you and I really do miss you.

You're probably thinking I've forgotten all about you by now, but that's far from it.

I have missed you every waking day and my heart still hurts, but I'm getting better.

I continue to smile and still go on without you.

I know I have missed you, but I have kept it all inside of me, only for me to know.

I still wonder about your doings, how you are, what you're doing, what we used to talk about, to the laugh in your voice.

Just, everything. I miss it all.

However, I feel that the parting of us was for the best, because everything happens for a reason. Should destiny put us into a crossing road in the future, that is when I will see you again.

Until then, remember this; No matter what, even through the screaming fights, the disagreements, mistakes and the tears we've cried.

Never, ever, did I give up on you.

I needed to know that I meant something, anything to you.

But what I got was nothing, absolutely nothing.

And it's funny the things you realize when someone walks away.

At first you feel as though it's your fault.

Feeling like nothing, so close to falling apart.

And then, in time, you come to the realization that you did nothing wrong.

That it's his loss, that you are so much better without that one boy who didn't ever care.

You live and you learn, that's how it is.

Strip Poker

Narin : Boredom is killing me

Gerard : Okay lets play a game.

Narin : What game?

Gerard: I'd say strip poker,But I don't have any cards.

Gerard your a dickhead,but you'll still be my pineappletart (=

Again,China never fails to amuse us with their lack of brain cells and absurdness,

Good for nothing yellow doosebags.

These crazy colorful dresses and clothes are made entirely out of condoms. Yes, I said condoms! They are part of a runway show of the China Reproductive Health New Technologies and Products Expo.

The event was put on by China's largest condom manufacturer, Guilin Latex Factory's to raise AIDS/HIV awareness and promote the use of condoms.

Gosh China,Seriously ?

Moving on, So, in New Zealand the other day, a group of teenage girls had a little too much to drink.
In their inebriated state, they managed to convince one of their number that it would be a good decision to stand in the middle of a traffic island in the city center, and flash passing cars.

Which sounds to me like good, honest fun.
Well, apparently things got out of control.

The driver of one such vehicle, no doubt caught in the tractor beams of a pair of deliciously inviting breasts, managed to lose control of his vehicle and strike this poor bare-breasted woman as she attempted to make a run for it.
Thankfully, neither the breasts nor the young lady were hurt in the incident.

Although, adding insult to injury, the young woman was forced to pay a $198 dollar disorderly conduct ticket.
Boob flashing , sounds amusing to me.

I am suffering from a major nail fetish.

Aren't my nails simply drop dead pretty .

Agree or die.

Bulletproof

It makes me mad when someone says “I miss you.”
Good, you should miss me, I’m absolutely miss-able.
But it’s you, you’re choosing everyday not to be with me.
So if you miss me, I don’t care.
I don’t miss you.

Anyways the more I think about abortion, the less I can morally justify it.

I don't think it's fair to call it "murder"; but I do think it is deeply immoral, indeed that it should be illegal, punished on par with something like assault or petty theft.
First of all, the argument that a fetus is some sort of harmful parasite is simply absurd. If it were a tapeworm or an infestation of lice, not even the staunchest vegan would object to its removal.

But more than that, if it were really just a parasite, you wouldn't want an abortion. You'd want it taken out, but you wouldn't care what happened to it after that. For a fetus, you do care. You care a great deal. You either want it raised as a baby—or squashed like an insect.

Suppose it becomes possible to remove and artificially incubate human fetuses. (We're not there yet, but I see no reason to think we won't be soon. Clearly it is possible; our bodies do it all the time.) Once your fetus has been incubated outside of you, it will be dutifully returned to you; you must now either raise the baby or find someone to adopt them. Honestly, would any of the women who today want abortions be satisfied with that arrangement? (Women who want the baby but are worried about the safety of their pregnancy would no doubt avail themselves of this technology; but they wouldn't have gotten abortions in the first place.)

I pretty sure they wouldn't. Which brings me to my fundamental argument against abortion. You only want to kill the fetus because you know that it will grow into a baby—your baby. It is precisely because of the human responsibility incurred through pregnancy and childbirth that people are motivated to seek abortions. Your motivation for abortion is precisely the truth you must deny to justify abortion—that this is a human life growing inside you for which you are responsible. ("It's just a bundle of cells" belongs on the same list as "I'm being sincere" and "I had no choice"; you only say it when you know it isn't true.)

And, well, if you're going to have sex, you should accept the risks and responsibilities of sex—including pregnancy. No, it's not a "punishment"; it's a consequence. If you have vaginal sex without effective contraception, you can get pregnant. This is what happens. This is how our bodies are constructed. And frankly, everyone above the age of six knows this.

That's another argument I'm sick of hearing; banning abortion is nothing like a punishment for sex. Banning sex would be a punishment for sex. Having a baby is the natural consequence of having unprotected sex. (It is also a possible consequence of having protected sex, but much more rarely. In this case, it should be considered as a calculated risk—and once again, the consequences should be accepted.) You've begun the process of creating a human being; you know hold responsibility for that human being.

Imagine this same sort of argumentation in some other domain, say drug use. "Punishing people who steal to provide for their drug habit is just punishing people for using drugs." Clearly that isn't true. If you have no money because your drug habit is too expensive, too damn bad; you shouldn't have spent all your money on drugs. You have no right to steal from other people to make up the difference. This isn't punishing you for using drugs; it's punishing you for hurting others in the attempt to escape the consequences of your own irresponsible actions. (In Singapore , drugs themselves are illegal; I agree, that's wrong. But suppose they weren't. It isn't wrong to punish people for doing other illegal things in order to provide for their drug habits.)

In short, I conclude that abortion is morally wrong, and should be banned. There may be cases where it is justified—these can be dealt with in a court of law, in much the same way that cases of justifiable or excusable assault and homicide are dealt with in a court of law. But the law should not protect abortion on demand. In cases of rape, emergency contraception should be readily available, as should counseling and maternity care if necessary. There's little reason we need abortion to deal with rape; but even if we decide that it is justified in such extreme circumstances, this in no way justifies abortion on demand.

So bladdy minahs,please ask your fucking mud boyfriends to save some earnings from his mac/pizza delivery job and use it on condoms instead of wasting it on stupid unrealistic ugly paintworks on his bike.

And remember,

Abortion doesn't make you unpregnant ; it makes you a mother of a dead child.

Doubt Me

Recently, a firm in Montreal decided that they were going to do a study to find the effects that porn has on people.

The only problem: they can't find any men that have never watched porn.

They were able to discern that most boys seek out porn at the early age of 10 and that most of the porn is consumed on the internet (duh: like that musical goes, "The Internet is For Porn") and that couples rarely view porn together.

Moving on,By the time I was old enough to actually take interest in the drivel on MTV, the station was already well on its way to being morally bankrupt television. Between Spring Break programs and re-run after re-run of the Real World and Road Rules, the channel was well on its way to completely exploiting the sex appeal and absurd drama of college-aged people. Then we were faced with the trite lives of high school students with shows like Laguna Beach and My Super Sweet Sixteen. Why couldn't it end there?

However, MTV's newest reality endeavor is perhaps its biggest atrocity ever: Jersey Shore. Following their philosophy of choosing the most batshit insane people possible, MTV casted eight Italian-Americans who toss the term Guido around pretty liberally, making a bad name not only for themselves but for Italian-Americans in general. Television is no stranger to racial stereotyping, but seeing it in action this way is appalling. Even if we forget the recent controversy over cast-mate 'Snookie' getting punched in the face by another cast member (apparently MTV is cool with Guido domestic violence), what are we left with? The guys are obsessed with their (likely steroid enhanced) bodies, and the overly gelled, chemical laced remnants of what used to be their hair. The girls are just about as bad, only they wear far more revealing clothes and for some reason are incredibly attracted to men with no personalities. In fact, the guys and girls seem to have pretty much everything in common except for the rock hard abs.

They all go tanning. They're all out looking to hookup and have a good lay. They all drink to excess. They cheat on their boyfriends and girlfriends. Well, we certainly have irrefutable evidence now, don't we? As far as this show is concerned, partying is life. Even if these people are totally different in their private lives, this show has completely ruined their characters. That said, how the hell are they cool with being branded as idiotic Guido?

I won't deny that this is probably entertaining for many people. I'm sure there are those that find these type of people really attractive, or like to watch how complete imbeciles choose to live their lives. Maybe some people just want to know what it's like to vacation on the Jersey shore.
Honestly, the show seems like just another attempt by MTV to promote a life of heavy partying and sex. This time, rather than following the lives of the privileged, they're following the lives of people who try to emulate the privileged. The worst part of all of this is not its moral and racial insensitivity, but the fact that MTV KNOWS who watches their programming: impressionable teenagers.
God save the world.

Anyways, I was really bored yesterday,

And I did this,all by my bladdy self for myself.

The end product fascinated me as well.

Who in the bladdy world,ever thought that I could apply henna (=

Sweet Nothings

Pinkie,My mom,Sonia & Me were apparently doing what we do best at lunch yesterday,

which is obviously gossiping.

Mom : So everyone knows she has her boyfriend except her parents?

Narin: Cannot be what,its so obvious,I'm sure her parents would know.

Pinkie : Yeap,she's damn cheap,she has so many ex boyfriends.

Mom : She's that cheap?

Pinkie : Ya! Even soyabean can is more expensive than her.

Hahaa.Bitchness runs in the family.

I'm amused at how gullible we girls are when serenaded with sweet nothings.

Some guys are very good at it. They are very good talkers.

They can talk to you for hours on ends, until your palms sweat and your ears turned red from having the phone stuck to you the past 10 hours.

You're glued to him on the phone, talking about mostly nothings.

Before you know it you're on to him. Hook, line and sinker.
I've witnessed this happen a lot of times.

Witnessing one before my eyes as we speak.

My dear girls, these talks are nothing. You are there while you are there.

Companions.

Guys like this are born talkers but their words mean nothing at the end of the day. If you're smart enough you won't get clingy and fall for it.

God forbid, leave your boyfriend for it even.

Because at the end of the day nothing is going to happen.

Before you get hurt, i suggest you better start going "hey buddy" with them instead of "hey honey".

Trust me on this one.
Enjoy the conversation companionship while you can but remember this

: act like a lady, think like a man.

And a man don't think that what he's doing is wrong.

In fact to him it is perfectly ok to be talking on the phone with you.

It's not his problem if you fall for it.

Demanding Euphoria

So according to the Psychological Association of America, if you are chronically sad or depressed you can be found in the great big book of psychological disorders (aka the DSM IV TR) and therefore need some form of therapy/treatment/medication to make yourself "normal" again.
This is even more so if there is no real reason for your sadness/depression.
If you are sad or depressed without a "legitimate" reason, you are then said to have a "chemical imbalance" (aka "you are crazy") and therefore by all means definitely need to be pumped up with the happy pills.

But what if it is the opposite? What if you have been chronically joyous for some time now without any rhyme or reason?
For I have been feeling this way for some time even though I am completely and utterly broken inside.

But, I'm still happy, hopelessly and irreparably happy. Everything I try to do doesn't work out, but I'm still thrilled with life at the end of day.

So what it comes down to is this.If your life really really really sucks, your dog died, your mother hates you, you can't pay the rent, your car wont start, Susy broke off your 10 year engagement because that dude over there has a better body, you haven't eaten in days and you can't seem to stop crying about all of this.
According to the powers that be, there is something psychologically/mentally/chemically wrong with you and bring on the therapists/medication!
You are NOT allowed to be sad about any of this beyond what someone has decided is the correct period of mourning (2-3 weeks I believe, give or take, but I could be wrong on this).
We here do not take very well to sad people, we have pills for that, so please take some and forget about Max the Golden Retriever and all the lovely times you shared already, we don't like that.
Seriously, go, get a prescription for IMH, stop the whining already.

However, being ecstatic for no reason, that's fine. We like you people, there should be more people like you in the world, so what if there's starving children in Africa and the bank wants to take away your family's house due to inability to pay?
Life should still be fabulous!!!

Not that I'm complaining, by no means, I'm happy, what do I have to complain about?
I mean what?
Am I expected to be upset about this and desire feeling depressed or sad by all that is going on around me?
Why would I want that?
I'm Happy.

I just think it's funny when someone points to me and uses me as some example and says
"SEE she has all these problems and look at her!She's happy!
So quit crying about your entire family dying in some horrible freak accident involving a plane a raft and a mule".

Nice to know that I'm the normal one you know?
I'm not in the great big book of mental disorders, there's no "chronically happy for no apparent reason must be a chemical imbalance somewhere in that head" diagnosis for me.

Shake it

Sure, Chinese friends call me Na-lin,even when the fact that my name is Narin.
When I was in primary school, I knew a girl named,
ICKY?!
I knew another neighbour whose name was Anna Ma. I wonder why they didn’t just name her Laxative.
Or even worse, there was a nurse at the healthcare centre named “I Cum”.

She kept asking me to repeat her name to see if I could remember.
Of course, I’ve heard of other weird-ass names as well.

In English translation, one guy had a name of “Not Telling” with another named “You First”.

Can you imagine what would happen if those two introduced themselves to each other?
Okay lame much.

Anyways,
Dear Santa,
Are you real?
If you are, are you for real?
I mean, what kind of example are you showing the kids being so fat like that?
How do you feel when you look at the mirror everyday and realize you might be the aspiration behind those kids stuffing their face on those big macs?
And what kind of animal cruelty are you setting the example of to the kids by forcing those reindeers to drag your heavy self all over the place?
Okay, I can go on and on, but I think I will stop right now for the moment, and I think you get the picture on what kind of dirt I have on you.
We can settle this in a civilized way, I think.
I will not report this to the authority, nor spread this to the media, just to save your good name.
Of course, that is in exchange to your granting on my wish.
So, do you agree?
Do we have a deal?
My wish is to have the entire collection christian louboutin heels.

Oh and victioria secret's collection too ,

Not forgetting all shades of chanel 2.55.
Say what?

That is beyond your wish granting capability?
Oh yeah?

Screw you Santa!
I'll be putting up spikes in my chimney and thousands random others too!
See you in the ER!

I'll be flying off tomorrow in the morning for my long awaited holiday.

I hate morning flights,it increases my tendency of puking.

On the brighter side, the Beach,boys & booze awaits me.

Hopefully these holdiays would help me forget whatever that has occured during the past week.

Miss me much.

Love you all bitches & dickies (=

Taking Back Sunday

I know back in the days of yore when there used to be dinosaurs roaming the earth, there were once manly men.

They didn't wear skinny jeans, didn't drink high-end girly drinks or foreign beers, and didn't wear pink, purple, or any pastels for that matter.
I remember growing up in a world where Braveheart was badass, where every little girl thought Uncle Jesse was a hottie, where every little boy wanted to be a cowboy or a police officer.

Back then, guys all wore t-shirts and jeans.

No bullshit.
So why the hell do all of the boys look like cookie-cutter replicas of J. Crew models?

Be a man, and be yourself.
Somewhere in between Justin Timberlake, Abercrombie, and reality TV,

I think today's male has lost sight of himself while trying ?

Moving on,what defines dating,Not Lil'Wayne.

Dating is a form of courtship, and may include any social activity undertaken by, typically, two people with the aim of each assessing the other's suitability as their partner in an intimate relationship or as a spouse. The word refers to the act of meeting and engaging in some mutually agreed upon social activity.
Now; my problem is. dating is only a generalization to what is included in dating.

And of course you won't be saying "exactly" what you're doing.

So if you want to be like Lil' Wayne

and wish you could fuck every girl in the world; that's not dating.

People do have sex days upon meeting each other (I should know).

But that does NOT make it dating.
So if you want to get technical, when you're younger; "dating" is a more acceptable because you merely don't know what the hell you want, and "dating" is the period of time which you are single (because you are NOT dating a person you're with).

Which would imply if you're still dating someone you're with,

you would be cheating on him/her with "dating".

The way "dating" is defined and accepted by society,

it's acceptable to "do you (and others)" but it's simply called dating because

you're ashamed with your behavior (in which if you are, you shouldn't be doing it).
My point,if you're trying to find that person, that's what it is.

If you're simply fucking someone, then it's just fucking someone.

If you're simply weighing your options, then that's what it is.
Dating; as a term is generalized, that covers up the nuances.

Paranoid Much?

PS: It's amazing the things you realize when you lose someone.
You get mad at yourself for not saying the things you could have said a million times.
You take for granted the days you spent doing nothing when you could have been with them.
Anyone can be taken, at any point in our lives,
but we always wait until they're gone to say the things we never had the courage to say.

Are We Humans

Look, I get it. Tiger Woods is a public figure, and as a result of being a public figure he puts himself in a position of intense scrutiny. I understand.

But come on could we give the guy a break?
So he probably had a few affairs over the years.

He's not the only one. Bill Clinton, David Letterman, there is even widespread evidence that suggests Martin Luther King had a few affairs in his day.
Now don't get me wrong,

I'm not suggesting that it is ok or excusable for you to cheat on your spouse or significant other. That's really for you and your partner to decide.

My problem is that in Tiger Woods' case, he's not really been given the chance to sort things out in a quiet, rational matter with his wife.

Picture this:
You and your lady have a fight because she's found some questionable text messages on your cell phone. There is some shouting, some door slamming, and finally for the benefit of all parties, you decide to get out of the house.

It's dark out, and you've been crying a little bit. Not to mention you're dealing with some pretty heavy shit here, so you're mind is understandably elsewhere. You get behind the wheel and step on it. You've just got to go somewhere, anywhere.

You're not paying attention and you smash into a fire hydrant and then a tree. You bash your head on the steering wheel. Next thing you know you're in the hospital.

Shit.

If this happened to you or me, no big deal.

We'd have to tell our friends, relatives, maybe neighbors, but it'd blow over pretty quick.

We could lie, say we weren't fighting, say everything was fine, just fell asleep at the wheel or something. Easy.
But if you're Tiger Woods, it's the start of a nightmare.

Over the next few days there are pictures of you with the other woman.

There's a phone message you left on her cell phone.

There's people, all sorts of people, people you don't even know coming forward and saying that they hooked up with you, that they had a relationship with you, whatever.
It's being talked about all over.

The newspapers, the internet, this is front page news nearly everywhere you turn.
Meanwhile, you've still got to come home every night and try and sort shit out with your lady. You're in the middle of a messy fight, remember?

Add all this other stuff on top, and boy, talk about a high pressure situation to resolve an argument.
So, like I said, I think I feel bad for the guy.

I know he's a multimillionaire, that he's famous, and this is the life he chose for himself, but still. Nobody really deserves that kind of pressure and humiliation.

So, Tiger Woods, I'm sorry. I hope that you and your wife can sort things out, and that better things are ahead.
But if things really don't work out ,please remember,Tiger Woods there's always me.

Please don't be surprised by the glimpses of my humanity every now and then.

Now fuck off.

Sue Me

Sometimes, there are things in our life that aren’t meant to stay.

Sometimes, change may not be what we want.

Sometimes, change is exactly what we need.

And sometimes, saying goodbye is the hardest thing you think you’ll ever have to do,

but sometimes,

saying hello again is the thing that breaks you down and makes you more vulnerable than you ever thought possible.

Sometimes, change is too much to bear.

But most of the time, change is the only thing saving your life.

Apparently there's this dickhead on my facebook whom came and asked me over my boobs.

Subsequently claimed that I lost my virginity and also he obtains euphoria from offering me a one night stand at too,that at $1000.

What the fuck,Like seriously?

SANJAY, please open your bladdy eyes.

Ugly people like you can't have sex, the only pleasure you get is prolly wanking off your mother.

And here's his link,

http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/profile.php?id=100000236601721&ref=ts

[So here's the conversation ]
sanjay.star@live.com.sg says:
whos make it or break it
ur pimp ?
[a=1][c=10]★[/c][i][c=9]SuperStarrTaspal[/i][/c=11][c=10]★[/a][/c] says:
i told u
add him here
quick
sanjay.star@live.com.sg has been added to the conversation.
[a=1][c=10]★[/c][i][c=9]SuperStarrTaspal[/i][/c=11][c=10]★[/a][/c] says:
hey sanjay
sanjay.star@live.com.sg says:
yeah ?
[a=1][c=10]★[/c][i][c=9]SuperStarrTaspal[/i][/c=11][c=10]★[/a][/c] says:
stop pestering narin..
sanjay.star@live.com.sg says:
oh
chill dude
[a=1][c=10]★[/c][i][c=9]SuperStarrTaspal[/i][/c=11][c=10]★[/a][/c] says:
dont oh my..its either yes or no can u do it!
sanjay.star@live.com.sg says:
i told her it was alright if she minds she could have said no earlier
[a=1][c=10]★[/c][i][c=9]SuperStarrTaspal[/i][/c=11][c=10]★[/a][/c] says:
but dude u know she does
sanjay.star@live.com.sg says:
yeah anyway
sorry for the trouble
[a=1][c=10]★[/c][i][c=9]SuperStarrTaspal[/i][/c=11][c=10]★[/a][/c] says:
and and 100 is wayy to little
1000*
sanjay.star@live.com.sg says:
haha
[a=1][c=10]★[/c][i][c=9]SuperStarrTaspal[/i][/c=11][c=10]★[/a][/c] says:
and u arent of her standard
sanjay.star@live.com.sg says:
did u knw
that
haha
hey
HAHA
i am not her standard
[a=1][c=10]★[/c][i][c=9]SuperStarrTaspal[/i][/c=11][c=10]★[/a][/c] says:
yeah we arent cracking jokes sanjay
sanjay.star@live.com.sg says:
wat the fuck
[a=1][c=10]★[/c][i][c=9]SuperStarrTaspal[/i][/c=11][c=10]★[/a][/c] says:
yeah look at the cracked mirrors they dont lie
sanjay.star@live.com.sg says:
haha
did u knw that
i am a model
an international model
[a=1][c=10]★[/c][i][c=9]SuperStarrTaspal[/i][/c=11][c=10]★[/a][/c] says:
u know models dont make it in life
i am an actor
now what?
sanjay.star@live.com.sg says:
so yeah that should tel u who meets whose standard
[a=1][c=10]★[/c][i][c=9]SuperStarrTaspal[/i][/c=11][c=10]★[/a][/c] says:
i dont go offering 1000 dollars
sanjay.star@live.com.sg says:
cos u act in ur house toulet
but i model for agency
[a=1][c=10]★[/c][i][c=9]SuperStarrTaspal[/i][/c=11][c=10]★[/a][/c] says:
sanjay its toilet
Narin Padalecki bitemelikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com says:
I can't imagine how much loss the modelling industry has gone through with you as a model , really sympathize them
sanjay.star@live.com.sg says:
haha
[a=1][c=10]★[/c][i][c=9]SuperStarrTaspal[/i][/c=11][c=10]★[/a][/c] says:
yeah true narin
sanjay.star@live.com.sg says:
haha
[a=1][c=10]★[/c][i][c=9]SuperStarrTaspal[/i][/c=11][c=10]★[/a][/c] says:
sanjay enough of ur jokes
Narin Padalecki bitemelikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com says:
Awesome. model whom can't spell toilet.I AM SURE YOUR AN INTERNATIONAL MODEL
[a=1][c=10]★[/c][i][c=9]SuperStarrTaspal[/i][/c=11][c=10]★[/a][/c] says:
u do crack jokes well
sanjay.star@live.com.sg says:
ok lets cut the crap
[a=1][c=10]★[/c][i][c=9]SuperStarrTaspal[/i][/c=11][c=10]★[/a][/c] says:
sanjay stop dreaming and wake up
Narin Padalecki bitemelikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com says:
You should be a comedian .I mean you will fit in well most of the comedians are f.ugly.
[a=1][c=10]★[/c][i][c=9]SuperStarrTaspal[/i][/c=11][c=10]★[/a][/c] says:
i am glad u realised its a crap
sanjay.star@live.com.sg says:
yeah
dun waste my time
[a=1][c=10]★[/c][i][c=9]SuperStarrTaspal[/i][/c=11][c=10]★[/a][/c] says:
look sanjay we are insulting u without vulagarities
sanjay.star@live.com.sg says:
i got wat u said
so will u two kindly leave
[a=1][c=10]★[/c][i][c=9]SuperStarrTaspal[/i][/c=11][c=10]★[/a][/c] says:
imagine if i use vulgarities
soo for once fuck off sanjay
sanjay.star@live.com.sg says:
ok
[a=1][c=10]★[/c][i][c=9]SuperStarrTaspal[/i][/c=11][c=10]★[/a][/c] says:
good

PS : Sanjay seriously,International model is abit too far,

How about the bangla whom sweeps my block floor and wanks off at fliappino maids?

Two Is Better Than One

Being a girl and having a partial social life I have met my fair share of people.

Oh the greatest people out there are the crazy girls.
Here's the list of my favorite girls that have played the Best mental destruction game i've met in my entire life.

After reading this, perhaps you people would understand why I can't get along with girls.

Girl A - The Cynical Mastermind.
That one girl that was your friend and decides one day,you know what I don't like you anymore.I 'm going to devise a evil plan and make every other girl hate you.

Yeap,i've had my fair share of those bitches in my life.

The one (or more) girl that just has to go around telling everyone what a horrible person you are and to start hating on you, of course for no logical reason.

IF ENCOUNTERED, AVOID LIKE ALL CAUSE, the drama is not worth the lack of sleep and potential fall outs involves.

Being their friend again is most likely not worth it either.

If they can be that fake to you before, whats stopping them from doing it again?

Girl B- Psycho Girlfriend
That psycho overly obsessive "you are mine and only mine, EVER" girl.

That psycho girl that will get pissed off if you EVER text or call her boyfriend.

She doesn't let her boyfriend ever do favors for you, because she will get pissed.

You're not allowed to to look at him in any way, and you cant touch him.

She has him brainefed to the point that she controls his brain, so all this is possible and a lot more.

SHE'S HIS. HIS AND ONLY HIS.

Girls like this are fucking scary.

My god, if i met them, i avoid them AND their boyfriend like the plauge.

I don't want to accidentally intrude in a "moment" of hers and be black listed forever.

Girl C- Pathological Liar
I'm sure you've met them, that really cute girl that looks like they can't ever be trouble.
When really they are evil. She will be nice to your face, but everything she is telling you about anything is pure lies and things that are blown out of proportion.

It's hard to detect these girls on the psycho radar since they are good at hiding under their cloak of pathological lies,

but once detected dont give them any information.

Keep your mouth shut about things because if they can skew other people's words and scenarios, they can clearly skew anything you say too.

Also don't get on their bad side, just trust me

Thats a bad idea.

Girl D- Opinion Biased
Those girls that believe everything has to be ONE WAY, and NO OTHER WAY IS RIGHT.

You can disagree with them, because they won't like that.

You can'tsay anything that goes against what they think, or think anything that goes against what they think.

If you do that you are blacklisted as a friend, even if it's not up to your face.

They can also just blacklist you as a friend IN THEIR HEAD.

So why waste the time to make a friend that finds you unworthy to be their friend.

The girls i've met in my life and have gotten into my life that i've classifed this way are truly scary, and not in the I can beat you up kinda way. Which is more scary.

Brain are a neccesity for life.
When I meet girls with these personalities the "psycho radar" goes off, and thats when i know, she's not someone I want to be close friends with.

Now this is the perfect explaination why most of my friends are guys.

PS : Thanks for bag Roopan.

Obsessed Much

Me: I think you should just admit that you're a big softy, that this whole cynical thing is just an act so that you can seem wounded and mysterious and sexy.
Delvyn: Whoa, whoa, whoa. What was the last one?
Me: What?
Delvyn: Did you say "sexy"?
Me: What?!
Delvyn: You think I'm sexy?
Me: No!
Delvyn: It's okay if you do.
Me : I don't!

Delvyn , bitchy much ? Haha.

Anyways,I know there are a lot of people that will disagree with me when I say the Twilight series is not worth the hype it's been given, but I feel the need to explain why.

A lot of people seem to bandwagon-hate Twilight, without really giving it a chance.
I have read all the books and seen Twilight.

In fact, I used to be a fan, back when it was an obscure book.

I read it when I was 12, before it became a fan girl obsession and household name.

Twilight teaches a very unrealistic and dangerous perspective to young girls.

Edward is essentially the worst type of guy.

In any other circumstance if a male said "I love you, but I might not be able to stop myself from killing you," that would be abusive and seen as a bad thing.

However, in Twilight it's painted as being romantic.

Hey girls, guess what?

It's OKAY to have a boyfriend who might kill you, it's romantic-

No.

Stephanie Meyer also makes Bella out to be a horrible role model for a female lead character. Bella Swan is one of the most whiny, dependent characters ever.

Edward leaves in New Moon (after they've been together for only a short period of time)

and her life is worthless.

Teenagers rarely stay with their high school sweethearts, yet Stephanie Meyer glamorizes obsession.
Girls need to be taught that it's okay to be single; life doesn't end when a relationship does.

Love should not define who you are as a person.
Also, in Breaking Dawn we see this weak example of female strength take a turn in a different direction.

After very rough sex (in which Bella could have lost her life) she finds herself pregnant.

Now, in most cases the heroine would consider options and make a choice based on what's best for herself and her partner, but not Bella.

Bella decides to keep the baby, without a second thought.
With the amount of girls idolizing Bella, this pro-life statement could have a serious impact.

Bella is a fucking idiot.

For health reasons alone (the baby almost kills her), she makes a horrible choice.

If a child puts both the mother and itself at risk,

shouldn't girls be taught to think critically?
Bella is a weak character driven only by her unhealthy obsession with a guy and inability to make safe choices.
Think about the morals in this book and the values being taught by the idol of young girls.

Is love more important than personal safety?

Is obsession with another person to the point of wanting to die healthy?
I'm boycotting New Moon, I refuse to support a corrupting source of media.

Losing your independence in obsession is not romantic.

Morphine Lips

[We were fighting over something really unneccessary and Roopan was really annoyed,for no apparent reason.]

Roopan: Damn it! I'm being sarcastic.
Me : So, sarcasm's like breathing for you.
Roopan: Yeah, Taylor's dad thinks sarcasm is a sign of weakness.
Me: Sounds like a smart man.

[Ignores me again]

It's really ironic that Roopan and me are still a couple.

So there is an old saying that goes "love is blind" and another "to each their own".
We all have our types, and little things that make one more attractive, be it a beard or maybe it's being attracted to dimples. It's just what we are attracted to.

My weakness are long eyelashes,not going to lie here.
Anyways, so the point is, you see couples out there and you wonder

"Seriously? Is she really going he with her?"

It makes you wonder why the cute little friend of yours is dating a ugly slut

Doesn't it make you wonder Why Why Why.

Why is erika sawajiri married to a man that is old enough to be her father?

Why why why is katie homles with tom cruise?

You know that kind of thing.

Moving on,I have this thing regarding a finger gesture out there..
not the classic yet over used peace sign,

butwhen people put up the middle finger in a picture, thinking it's cool.
What does it even mean. I know it means "fuck you"

But like,Really?

Why are you swearing to the world.

It's like going to a middle of a quite classroom in school and screaming ,fuck you.

at the top of your lungs.

No that does not make you cool.

That kind of makes you look like a weirdo, potential scizo,you know the drill.
Posting a picture of yourself sticking up your middle finger thinking you're being all "cool" really screams out one thing,lifeless weirdo.
Does it look professional?
Does it look well mannered?
Proper?
Decent?
any of the two or more above?
It may be cool at first, but when you re-look at all your old photos when you are older, you wonder.

Why in the world did i do that?
When people use their middle finger in a picture it makes me think they are swearing to the world.

Why are you swearing to everyone?

Why what happened that is so bad that you want to tell 6 billion people to fuck off.

Even as you are smiling, why are you telling everyone to fuck off?

Please tell me.

It's such a stupid pose.
It's so immature. Grow up.

B In Originality

I'm open minded when it comes to piercings, but I'm bothered by people who have excessive piercings. I have got piercings on my ears and navel.I find Men/Women with multiple ear piercings are fine by me, as are nose (except horseshoe ones), among others types.

But there's always been one that strikes me as completely arbitrary, useless and totally unattractive: the Monroe. I suppose it emulates Marilyn Monroe's famous freckle or beauty spot, whatever you want to call it, and it's cool that so many people want to pay homage to an iconic figure. Except somehow they always wind up looking dumb and out of place.

Maybe the idea is to send a message that says: faces are beautiful no matter how they look or what's on them. If that's the case, I applaud the sentiment, but I have to ask - is body modification the only way to get that point across.

Let's put the Monroe this way:

1. It's a piece of metal jutting out from a random flap of skin on your face. Don't fool yourselves, kids - no matter how cool you think it looks, it's still a metal ball sticking out of your face. And when you take it out now and then, guess what? There's a hole there. A hole in your face. It doesn't make your face prettier - it calls attention away from your natural features, which brings me to my next point:

2. It's distracting. When I'm looking at someone's face, or having a conversation, I'd much rather be looking at them directly in the eyes than staring at the shiny little invader on the side of their upper lip. Nose, ear, eyebrow and even lip piercings don't really divert attention away from the center of your face, but the Monroe does. Do you really want someone trying to find their fortune in your little magic face ring?

3. The backing is sure to scrape against your gums. But what do I know? Maybe it's bad-ass to let a foreign object fuck up your gums and teeth. I'm sure most people know how to take care of their piercings, of course, but there's always that off-chance of bad teeth and a bloody mouth. Plus, I'd rather not be poked in the face by your mini-ball while I'm trying to make out with you.
4. It was unique when only a few people had them. Now it's just typical. Many people will certainly be okay with this fact, and it can really be said about pretty much any piercing. Maybe you've just always wanted one, regardless of everyone else. Still, I think of body modification as a form of self expression, so if you're just following in the footsteps of all the others, how does that make you original?

You Scare Me

A man was arrested for trying to have sex with a stuffed girrafe.

Yep. You read that right. Over the weekend, a 24 year old Ashland man was arrested for stealing a stuffed giraffe from outside of a children's toy store. The officer observed the suspect pick up the animal and "make sexual advances on it". When the officer approached the scene, the suspect fled. End of story? Not on your life. The suspect returned a few hours later, and was apprehended by the officer on his way back to his car, stuffed giraffe under his arm.

Needless to say, the giraffe-humper was extremely intoxicated. The arresting officer, who maintained a sense of humor about the whole thing, had this absolutely prime quote, "Maybe he had struck out with all the women at the bar and this giraffe was looking pretty good, so he said, 'I'm going to take it back to my own place."

Oh Christ.

For me, that wasn't even the weirdest part of the story. After the whole incident went down, the giraffe was taken back to the toy store. After being dry humped by some drunken lunatic, aparrantly the authorities, or the store, thought it was a good idea to put this stuffed animal back within reach of small children.

Is there no decency left in this world?

I weep for our children.

Anyways today's Sharon's birthday.

Happy Birthday My Princess!

And here's my younger brother,Omg,I saw a rainbow after 11 years yesterday,Okay maybe not eleven years. It's so pretty!

Now since when did I ever started to appreciate nature.

Surprising Impressions

If i die tomorrow, there will be people who have totally different memories of me.

To one person I might be the bitch who thought she was better.

To another person I might be the egoistic person on this planet, to her I might be the gorgeous, lucky girl who she despised because I was spoiled rotten.

To another girl I might be the girl who got really good grades, so jealousy erupted.

To him I might be the girl with the annoying laugh.

To another guy I could be remembered as the girl who wasn’t anything to him.

Maybe I’ll be remembered as the girl who had too many guys,and all the girls disliked.

But none of that matters. you know why?

By my best friends I’ll be remembered as the girl with the contagious laugh and the girl they would go to if they ever needed anything.

But most of all, I’ll be remembered by my enemies as the thing they couldn’t add up to.

My boyfriend bakes and I can't even fry an egg,

this is really depressing.

Oh So Sinful

According virtually everyone, Megan Fox is the sexiest woman alive.
I am here to call bullshit. Not only do I not think Megan Fox is the sexiest woman alive, I also think that Megan Fox is (gasp) unattractive.
Like, really unattractive.
There, I said it. Megan Fox is unattractive. Now, before all of you Megan Fox-loving meat heads start looking up my address and sharpening your pocketknives, give me a chance to plead my case.

Let's break it down.

1.) She looks like a huge bitch
In most photographs I've seen of Megan Fox, she isn't smiling. Or if she is smiling, she's doing kind of this like, half-hearted, you-know-you-want-me smile. I don't really dig that.
Unlike most of the points I'm going to make in this post, this one can at least be semi-backed up by facts. Following the release of Transformers II, three crew members wrote an open letter to Megan Fox, which director Michael Bay posted on his website. Among the absolutely top notch disses include this little tidbit "She’s as about ungracious a person as you can ever fathom. She shows little interest in the crew members around her... she’s absolutely never appreciative of anyone’s hard work." Ouch. Or how about this bad boy? "Megan really is a thankless, classless, graceless, and shall we say unfriendly bitch."

2.) She is Uncomfortably Skinny
It's really, really hard for me to find women who are very skinny attractive. And Megan Fox is very, very skinny.
I don't usually like to criticize peoples weight, because it's a sensitive issue either way. I just feel like the idolization of Megan Fox fosters an unhealthy attitude towards body weight. Because Megan Fox is so widely portrayed as "the sexiest woman alive", it might lead other young women to try and emulate her body type; and that could get very dangerous.
Trust me, the ladies who read this website. Men love women that come in all shapes and sizes.

Unless you are Megan Fox, and then, well, you suck.

3.) She Looks Like A Tramp
Again, probably overgeneralizing here, but she has like five tattoos. When I see a woman withthat many tattoos,it makes me think that she is a tramp. I know, I know, she's a liberated woman who is not afraid to make statements with her body art.
Whatever, she's a tramp.
Her numerous tattoos include a yin-yang, a poem about a broken heart, her boyfriend's name, and a Chinese character for the word "strength". I will repeat that, a Chinese character for the word strength. She's not even freaking Chinese. She can't read that word. For all she knows that tattoo says "I'm a tramp" in Chinese, and that's why every time she walks down the street people who can read Chinese laugh at her.

Christ.

4.) She Is a Liar
In 2008 and Megan Fox told a story to GQ Magazine, in which she attempted to enter into a relationship with a female stripper. Naturally, idiot men everywhere ate that shit right up. Then, a year later, in Elle magazine, she confessed that the story was mostly false. And I quote, "They’re boys; they’re easily toyed with, I tell stories and have them eating out of my hand. Not all of it is true. In fact, most of it is bullshit."
Urgh! That's really, really infuriating to me.

Megan Fox, I don't think it is even the slightest bit sexy that you made up a story in which you tried to woo a female stripper. I don't care. What were you doing in the strip club to begin with? Oh, that's right, being a bitchy, uncomfortably skinny, lying tramp.
Men everywhere, this is your fault, our fault. You guys have created this talentless, unattractive media-whoring monster. It stops here.

I know I am not the only one.

Let us join together and put an end to this travesty.
Shout it out loud and proud. No more Megan Fox! No more Megan Fox!

Bitter Truth

Jai : I was just remembering some stuff.

Narin : Remembering what ?

Jai : Your hair,you wore it the first time we met.

Narin : Awww, You still remember how i wore my hair the first time we met.

Jai : Of course.

Narin : What else do you remember?

Jai : I also remembered that ugly shirt you wore.

Jai is a whore,no doubts about that.

Anyways, I love the smell of airports and books,

I think they should start selling scents of airports and books.

And no,I'm not high.

The boyfriend has gone to Vegas for his stupid tournament for a goddamn week.

Not that I'm going to cry about it or anything.

Anyways,while I was at the airport sending Roopan off when Jai and I saw a couple of barbie dolls,

The newest one was ' Palm Beach Sugar Daddy Ken'

Yes,you read it right.

Sugar daddy? Seriously somebody,shoot me.

"C'mon, Barbie, let's go party..just let me take my Viagra first."
Mattel is releasing a new Barbie in April 2010, and his name is Palm Beach Sugar Daddy Ken. Yes, Lovelies, that is the actual name Mattel is giving to the doll.

Metrosexual Ken comes with a wavy blond toupee hairdo, green jacquard jacket, pink polo shirt, crisp white slacks and a Maltese puppy on a pink leash.

Creepsville!

Mattel explains by saying that the doll is targeted towards adult collectors, and they have a LOL-tastic defense of the "Sugar Daddy" moniker:

''The little dog's name is actually Sugar," says a Mattel spokeswoman.

"That's where the name comes from. He's Sugar's daddy, as a reference to the dog.''

Ok.I'm not saying Barbie's a gold digger, but she ain't messin' with no broke Kens.

Dear Barbie my childhood friend,
I wanted to write you to make sure you're okay. I'm worried about your recent bad decisions.

I saw a new edition of you called Totally Stylin Tatoos Barbie.

" Barbie, sweetheart,what are you doing?

I get it. And you know what? I understand we have our drunk moments. That time in Cancun when you drank way too much Tequila with Skipper. You were supposed to be keeping an eye on her but thats another story.
Barbie, I also understand your constant worry about keeping up with the times. You see what young girls are watching and you are trying desperately to fit in.

Yet, taking pointers from "Daisy of Love," is not something I would advise.
Now I totally agree with you having to be trendy and cool. Screw the days when you had to have dinner ready for Ken and lay out his slippers.
Maybe I can see you looking up to Kat Von D. She's a pretty cool chick, but I just don't think its you Barb.
When you were just another Dame, rolling with two timers like Sinatra.
Girl, you drive your own whip now.
However, there's ways to stay hip with the times but still remain your classy old self.
You're a fashionista Barbie! A trendsetter!

In fact, real life people want to be like YOU!
So, as your dear friend I have to say that I'm not jiving well with this tattoo thing.

It's not that I think down on having tattoos, it's just that, Barbie, you have millions of little girls looking up to you.

You know what I mean?

I don't think "Mom, when I grow up can I get a tattoo like Barbie?" is cool.
And you know what,it's not like someday you'll look like this:

Because you are magic and even though your 50 years old you will forever look like you're 20. So I say, with the everlasting youth that you have, you don't need to hide behind tattoos.

Love,

Narin Padalecki.

Seriously,Shoot Yourself

Everyone knows that Roopan's cousin sister has a sworn enmity against me.

Roopan : Love,all you have to do is greet my cousin sister 'HI',nothing else,

I'm not asking you to stand beside her and hug her or kiss her through out the wedding.

Narin : Like I have any other choice of seeing your horrid sister.

Roopan : love, you need to try to talk to her,she's actually a very nice person and i'm sure she likes you.

Narin :Yes,I'm sure she does.After all she showers me with enormous amount of gossips and hatred stares,I'm really sure she like me roopan!

Roopan ignroes me for five seconds,Apparently that's longest time he achieved.

Roopan : Narin you know what,I recently read that love is entirely a matter of chemistry.

That must be why my girlfriend which is you treats me like toxic waste.

Narin : You know you love me still.

Okay so there's this malay doose bag that whom added me on msn to call me concieted just because I rejected his friend?

I mean seriously malays you have never failed to prove time and time agian that you guys are only good at making babies.

I think its time you guys realize that it's just stupid and give it up and sell Ramily burgers at night markets/chicken rice at hawkers instead.

Like seriously, if you cant handle a friend's rejection I really wonder how you cope with your own life.

This is that guy thats been telling people i'm a horrible person to mass groups of people.

So the drama continues,

I stumbled a video yesterday which my close friend was tagged in,

and it popped up on my facebook wall.

Not knowing it was posted by him I clicked on it and the video is basically of him

and then he points the camera to a group of people having a conversation.

My friend, who is sikh and he wears a turban was CLEAR in the background.

He then points his finger at my friend and says "TERRORIST" in a baby voice and then says "OSAMA BUN LADDIN" and continues with "he looks like he's planning to bomb something" laughs and then points it to his friends who did NOT want to be involved because they stuck their middle finger at him when he pointed the camera to them.

You have no right to call my friend a terrorist based on stereotypes. Heck,

you don't even know who he is.

Just because he practices his Sikh religion proudly doesn't mean he's a terrorist and is planning to bomb your house.

I'm not defending the sikh race here due to the fact that my mom's a sikh.

Fuck,Osama isn't even sikh.

The only impression my friend has of this guy is the fact that he has pictures and videos of himself puking and destructively drunk after two beers floating all over facebook, which he is quite proud of.

Really, isn't it kind of illegal to film someone without their consent or a permit?

Yes I thought so

and to post it on Facebook thinking you're cool calling a stranger to you a terrorist.

You think thats funny?

Because I don't find it funny.

You wouldn't want people posting videos of you without your consent pointing to you calling you a "CHINK" laughing at you for fitting into multiple stereotypes would you?

Your seriously a waste of space in Singapore.

Please go kill yourself,No loss to the world.

Skeptics & True Believers

I really find people in Singapore to be absolutely obsessed with slimness and dieting.

I feel that their standards of slimness are more difficult, unhealthy, and unrealistic compared to North American standards.

I also don't think they understand the idea of how curves on a woman can be sexy.

Some of my most awkward conversations evolved from women just completely bashing themselves.

We could be talking of something completely random like the weather when all of a sudden, my friend might say: "I'm so fat. I need to diet!" Another friend may say "Oh my god! ME TOO!" (yes in an excited and animated manner).

And then they continue to speak negatively of their bodies and share dieting tricks.

Me? I am completely left out of the conversation because I choose not to be so detrimental to my self-esteem and well-being.

And I don't want to "agree" that these women were fat. Heck, they were 1/2 my size.
Where does it all start?

Dieting and slimming advertisements are plastered EVERYWHERE on the transportation systems of Singapore.

Face Rollers

A particular concern of many Asian women is the cheek fat. These face rollers claim to be able to make your face smaller through.massage mechanism?

Now I'm going to tell you that fat is fat. Want to get rid of it? Diet and exercise. For some people, it's just plain genetics. I've seen plenty of bigger women with tiny, very pretty faces.

Unrealistic standards
This is the most common weight loss advertisement that I saw plastered on every wall of a shopping mall in Singapore. These photos are from 2007/2008, but I'd bet that they are still advertising this campaign now! The singer Janice Vidal went from 120 pounds to just 105 pounds (as claimed on the ad)

They show her "before" picture in a little circle. But every time that I saw this advertisement, I wanted to shout at it and everyone in the shopping mall : "120 POUNDS IS NOT FAT!!!" It is a perfectly healthy size! I looked up the singer's height and she is 5'3. At 120lbs, her BMI would be 21.3, which is in the healthy/normal range. For some people, such a low weight of 105lbs is just not feasible. I know that if I was close to this weight, I would be incredibly grumpy and unfriendly.

Tea & Slimming Drinks
But you can see how they market towards women and address face size, the "V-line", and waist line. They use popular celebrities who were already slim even before they chose to endorse these drinks! Yes tea can boost your metabolism and help you burn more calories throughout the day, but these drinks did not make these celebrities skinny because they were already skinny and fit to begin with!

Calf-Reduction Surgery
The idea of surgery scares me. I've heard that calf-reduction surgery is the most common procedure after double eyelid surgery.

Women find bulky calves to be a problem, especially when wearing short skirts or swimsuits. Some feel larger calves make their legs look shorter, and short height can be a form of employment discrimination in parts of Asia. So how do some women choose to solve this problem? Calf-reduction surgery.
Your calves contain three main muscles: the medial gastrocnemius, the lateral gastrocnemius, and the soleus. All three of these muscles are essential to running, jumping, skipping, etc. There are many different calf-reduction surgeries, but some are so extreme that they remove the entire medial gastrocnemius muscle! This is painful and the patient may have trouble walking post-operation. Is surgery really worth it?

Prove My Hypotheses

So Taylor & I were having our bitching session last night.

And we were bitching over,well let's call her *Mary*

Taylor : Eh love,*Mary's* damn lucky.

Narin : Huh? Why ?

Taylor : She gets to save the trouble of finding a costume and appling make-up every halloween.Lucky her,not many people in the world looks like transexuals .

I ended up laughing too hard,till my stomach hurt.

My bf thinks I'm obsessed over my blackberry and not spending enough time with him.

I guess i'm offically in love with my blackberry bold,

Meet Bernaddnate (:

Get lost now .

Adrenaline Rush

Each time I look at this picture,it just gets worst,

It somehow reminds me of Ursula from the little mermaid,

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ursula_(The_Little_Mermaid)

[ Click here,if you don't know who Ursula is ,than go kill yourself.]

Oh I miss phuket.

I'm in desperate need of a vacation,

And Roopan, I'm not following you to your homeland.

I had an adrenaline rush when I realized all my hardwork was paid off today.

Anyways,Here's 63 of Narin's random thoughts.

Don't get excited while reading, I know you always do.

1. I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.

2. More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can't wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that's not only better, but also more directly involves me.

3. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.

4. I don't understand the purpose of the line, "I don't need to drink to have fun." Great, no one does.

But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they've invented the lighter?

5. Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you're going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you're crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.

6. That's enough, Nickelback.

7. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.

8. The letters T and G are very close to each other on a keyboard. This recently became all too apparent to me and consequently I will never be ending a work email with the phrase "Regards" again.

9. Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn't work?

You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem.

Every kid in Singapore did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem?

There was no internet or message boards or FAQ's. We just figured it out.

Today's kids are soft.

10. There is a great need for sarcasm font.

11. Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the fuck was going on when I first saw it.

12. I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people.

I'll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really, really gets it.

13. The other night I hit a new low at an open bar. I had already hopped on highway blackout when, inevitably I had to find a bathroom. Eventually I decided it was probably on the other side of the bar so I tried to walk over there, but ran into a guy coming the other way. We played that, Both go left, Both go right game to no avail, so I finally put out my hand to guide myself past and that's is when I realized, yup, that's a mirror I just tried to walk through. And the guy on the other side is me. Even cats can re cognize their own image.

14. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

15. I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.

16. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.

17. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text.

18. A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu.

Yeah, if you suck at it.

19. Was learning cursive really necessary?

20. Lol has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say".

21. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.

22. Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a MCQ test is absolutely petrifying.

23. Indian people cannot dress well,apart from myself.

24. Whenever someone says "I'm not book smart, but I'm street smart", all I hear is "I'm not real smart, but I'm imaginary smart".

25. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear what they said?

26. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a dick from cutting in at the front.

27. Every time I have to spell a word over the phone using 'as in' examples, I will undoubtedly draw a blank and sound like a complete idiot.

28. What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other?

29. If your a girl,it's very rare that I will accept your friend request

30. GPRS are useless.

31. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.

32. I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.

33. Shirts get dirty. panties gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.

34. I would love to catch the ' swine flu'

35. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.

36. Bad decisions make good stories.

37. I've got many facebook stalkers.

38. Is it just me or do school girls get sluttier & sluttier every year?

39. Singapore idol/vasantham star is a waste of tv time.

40. Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I'm from, this shouldn't be a problem.

41. I actually love maths.

42. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't want to have to restart my collection.

43. There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to fall and hit your head after leaning your chair back a little too far.

44. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.

45. "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever.

46. I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren't watching this. It's only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?'

47. While watching the Olympics, I find myself cheering equally for China and USA. No, I am not of Chinese descent, but I am fairly certain that when Chinese athletes don't win, they are executed.

48. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Damnit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?

49. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.

50. When I meet a new guy, I'm terrified of mentioning something he hasn't already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.

51. I really like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it's on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.

52. Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles.

53. As a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.

54. Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.

55. It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.

56. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.

57. I hate malay people.Really really hate.

58. Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn't know what do to with it.

59. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, hitting the G-spot, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet my ass everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time

60. My 8-year old sister asked me in the car the other day "Narin what would happen if you ran over a ninja?" How the hell do I respond to that?

61. It really pisses me off when I want to read a story on CNN.com and the link takes me to a video instead of text.

62. I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.

63. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.

Cherry Cherry Boom Boom

Oh yeah, everyone knows how I dislike the malays.

I know it's old news but this time I really want to throw them in a gas chamber!

Ok, I'll be nicer, out cast them and put them all in a fenced community and throw away the key and let them reproduce like rodents and watch their race die out from lack of intelligence and purpose in life.

I always think of it as a joke when a malay calls other races stupid or stuff like that.

Because 3/4 of their population didn't even make it through high school or post secondary.

And most of them can't even comprehend simple questions like "What you're up to?"

without thinking you're asking them about their hobbies.

And how they think that they are so cool because they're so PUNK OR PHAT and the other races are just posers.

Being Punk or Phat aren't going to save you, because everyone knows that you guys are just bums and waste of space and you're going to spend the rest of your life relying on welfare and insurance money.

Okay so anyways, If your reading this, you probably have an account here and maybe even millions on other social networks.

If you are like most social-network-freaks, you've probably got all these accounts

so that you could document your existence and have your readers/observers comfirm and approve your existence.

But sometimes something gets in the way of this freedom and that's why they invented the 'Block' button.

We love this button!

And honestly most of you are guilty of having pressed this drama catalyst at some point during your cyber life.

Whether it was a so-called psycho-ex, a stalker, the guy you confessed your love to in an 10 page email which he never replied to or your friends weird older cousin who keeps asking you if he can send some questionable pictures featuring him,a web-cam and his cats in the pool ,

whoever it was, you've done it.

Unfortunately, some of you have also been on the other side of the blocking- game, and you remember how utterly shocked you were and how big an 'Oh No She Didn't!' moment it was.

If you are like me and absolutely love the drama that comes along with pressing

the block button, you probably prefer it's more friendlier relative;

The 'delete' button.

It's not that i disapprove of people who choose to block instead of delete because obviously, everyone has got their reasons right?

But recently while reading some threads on Facebook about the issue,

there were some very interesting views from both blockers and the blocked.

Some felt that blocking people was absolutely childish and uncalled for in any given circumstances while others we more obsessed about figuring out how to confront the person who'd blocked them.

This famous button has also lead to server forms of paranoia;

People thinking everyone on their MSN or AIM who hasn't changed their status in a while or been on the same time as them has officially blocked them.

Confused, they head over to what we can safely call todays all knowing Oracle,

'Google' for counsel.

They type; How to know if someone has blocked you.

Before they know it, their messenger status suddenly becomes

'Find out who has blocked you'

and so everyone on their MSN or AIM now also knows of their former state of paranoia.

You got to love this part.

PS : I do have facebook and if you can't search me or view me in facebook due to the fact that my name just doesn't appear when you search it or you can't seem to click on the link to my name.

WELL THAT'S BECAUSE NARIN HAS BLOCKED YOU (:

Back to basics

There are only two types of people on this planet,

those who get sexed, and those who don't.

It's not hard getting sexed, but most people go about it the wrong way.

The truth is, 90% of women will get sexed by only 10% of guys,

that pretty much explains why most chumps aren't getting any poon.

They aren't in the 10%.

So how do you guys go from being in the 90% to joining the elite 10%?

There are probably a multitude of ways, but I'll talk about the ways that I think are sustainable, and by sustainable I mean none of that PUA bullshit that everyone likes to spew these days.

Let's be real, PUA material is fuckin lame.

Anyway.

Step number 1 - Make Some Fucking money.

Daniel Henney and lots of fucking money.

If your name isn't Daniel Henney, you better have an OBESE bank account.

A guy with a lot of money is seriously the equivalent of having a fool-proof chic magnet.

The chics will literally spread and fly towards your direction.

Step number 2 - Get A Eight Pack.

The legendary 8 pack has the ability to cause female erections.

Some girls will tell you that they don't care if their guy works out or not,

let me just say that those are girls who have never been with the legendary 8 pack.

If you have an 8 pack and you have money, you can literally do the nastiest shit to women and they will still love you.

Seriously,you can screw up and they will still love you.

Step number 3- Be Fucking Smart.

Like learn fuckin everything. Learn our favorite shoe brands,

learn quantum physics, learn a programming language, learn the latest fashion trends,

learn how to play a guitar, learn how to drive stick,

learn how to snowboard, learn how to sing, learn how to sex,

learn as much as you possibly can.

And when you can't learn anymore, keep fucking learning.

Read a book, watch the discovery channel, pay attention to the news, talk to experts.

Don't be an idiot.

And that's it.

I will personally guarantee that if you become a millionaire, have an 8 pack, and become smarter than the rest of your friends, you will be able to get/screw any chic that walks your way.

Beat that

Have you ever wondered why clubbing pictures always turn out to be the

WORST/FUCKING UGLY/GROSS/FOGGISH/EWWWW/TERRIBLE/YUCKIEST

photos ?

Here are the clubbing photos from Diwali's night at Rupee Room .Apparently,someone only decided to take half of my face.

BITCH.

Now,Look at the above,

You only can see bloody quater of my face.

Kevin's huge head is proudly blocking me.

Thanks kevin,No really.

THANKS.

What the fuck am I looking at ?

And Sonia why on fucking hell are you covering your face?

And this final one is the epitome of a horrible clubbing photo,

My face looks likes its stretched out.

Nothing can be possibly more worst than this photo.

Than again it makes me wonder,

What the fuck was I doing?

Lesson learnt - Don't ever bother taking photos while clubbing again.

Tequila Shots

Dear Alcohol,

First and foremost, let me tell you that I'm a huge fan of yours.

As my friend, you always seem to be there when needed.

However, lately I've been wondering about your intentions.

While I want to believe that you have my best interests at heart,

I feel that your influence has led to some unwise consequences.

1. Phone Calls and text messages:

While I agree with you that communication is important,

I question the suggestion that any conversation after 2 a.m. can have much substance or necessity. Why would you make me call my ex's and curse them ?

Especially when I know, for a fact,

they DO NOT want to hear cursings from me during the day,

let alone all hours of the night.

2. Eating:

Now, you know I love a good meal. But, why do you suggest that I eat a burger and some stale chips,

(washed down with wine & topped off with a Kit Kat AFTER a few cheese curls & chili cheese fries)?

I'm an eclectic eater, but I think you went too far this time.

3. Clumsiness:

Unless you're subtly trying to tell me that I need to do more yoga to improve my balance,

I see NO need to hammer this issue home by causing me to fall down.

It's completely unnecessary, and the black & blue marks that appear on my

body mysteriously the next day are beyond me.

Similarly, it should never take me more than 45 seconds to get the front door key into the lock.

4. Furthermore:

The hangovers have GOT to stop!

This is getting ridiculous.

I know a little penance for our previous evening's debauchery may be in order.

But, the 3 p.m. hangover immobility is completely unacceptable my entire day is shot.

I ask that if the proper precautions are taken

(water, vitamin B, bread products, aspirin)

prior to going to sleep/passing out

(face down on the kitchen floor with a bag of popcorn or wherever) .

The hangover should be minimal and in no way interfere with my daily activities.

Alcohol, I have enjoyed our friendship for some years now and would like to ensure that we remain on good terms.

You've been the invoker of great stories, the provocation for much laughter, and the needed companion when I just don't know what to do with the extra money in my pockets.

In order to continue this friendship, I ask that you carefully review my grievances above and address them immediately.

And hopefully we can continue this fruitful partnership.

Thank you,

Your Biggest Fan

Here are some stuff i found that fascinated me :

THINGS THAT ARE DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:

1. Innovative

2. Preliminary

3. Proliferation

4. Cinnamon

THINGS THAT ARE VERY DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:

1. Specificity

2. British Constitution

3. Passive-Aggressive Disorder

THINGS THAT ARE DOWNRIGHT IMPOSSIBLE TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:

1. Thanks, but I don't want to have sex.

2. Nope, no more beer for me.

3. Sorry, but you're not really my type.

4 Good evening, officer. Isn't it lovely out tonight?

5. Oh, I couldn't. No one wants to hear me sing.

Fashion Police

My brain went into hibernation mode at the worse possible time.
Would only be updating after the 28th.

Anyways,Happy Diwali in advance (:

[PS: Indians,please try not to dress as if your own wedding day,

It's D-I-W-A-L-I, you whorebags.]

Overrated

There are alwasys some things girls do that I'll never understand,even though I am a girl.

Today after school, a was walking to the interchange and

I walked past this girl that was walking towards her poly yelling/talking to a friend.

She was wearing heels, and the thought of "things that girls do that make

no sense" crossed my brain.

Sure there are stupid things like cheat, flirt and go for the wrong guys, but we can explain that using evolutionary psychology, and most likely something psychodynamic there.

But now to list things girls do that I will never understand;- Wearing heels to school.

First of all school, is a large place.

Which means lots of walking a lot of the time.

I dont know who you are are trying to impress with your clickly clackity jimmy choos, but no one cares when you are in school.

Why?

They have better things to care about than what kind of shoes you are wearing. Also, you have to walk from class to class, dont those heels get uncomfortable at some point?!?

I'm sure "comfy" has it's limits.

Wear comfortable and appropriate to shoes damnit, and if you are going to ever complain about your feet hurting in heels please spare you breathe.

It's your fault damnit, embrace it.

Following each other to the washroom is also another thing that I swear I don't understand.

So, girls, have you ever been with a group of girls and one g is also another thing es

"I have to pee, hey come with me".

No? It's like.. Do you want me to help you wipe your bum or something?

Like really, how much gossip can you possibly fit in those 30 seconds that you are washing your hands (i would hope).

That or how wrongly can you re apply you lip gloss? Really girls?

Not forgetting editting photos and adding random lyics to it,

But like, have you ever seen a girl being a camera whore, and they use piknik to change the lighting of the photo, make it a bit more blurry add a little heart stamp and just RANDOMLY across the photo it will say something like

"forever and always", or "once upon a time i believe it was tuesday when I caught your eye we caught on something",

oh personal favorite "baby dont worry, you are my only you wont me lonely even when the sky is falling down. you will be my only no need to worry baby are you down. down down down down <3">

Now imagine that to a picture of a 15 year old girl showing off her boobies as her profile picture. Really girls, you dont need to add random caption on your photos.

If you are going to, can you please be at least a little more creative and make stuff up instead of recycling lyrics!?!?

Lastly using Hand Bags when not needed.

Main example, at school. I don't get it.

Like why are you using a a little bag as a school bag, like what can you possibly fit in there.

Your notebooks are half sticking out and i'm sure that added in water bottle is going to break out the seams.

Why in the world are you using it as a school bag, this isnt a mall. You look more stupid than fashionable.

It's even worse when it's designer.

Like, it's school dear, no one cares that the bag you are shamelessly using to store your pens cellphone and makeup is over 100$.

IT'S SCHOOL.

Use a larger more efficient bag!

I'm sure 99% of girls dont do this, but some do and i'm sure boys dont follow each other to the washroom or use handbags.

These are just little things I noticed that some girls do and i'll never understand it!

Now enough of my ranting,I need to get back to drowning myself in Redbull and revision.

I can't express my hate for examination,I really really can't.

Argh ,

Okay get lost now (:

Lie,Lies & Liars

I was on facebook today, and I saw a lovely pic of a girl looking highly unattractive.

I'm not calling her ugly, because I dont think she is, but this picture was not one of her finest. She looked like she needed like a night of sleep REALLY bad,

and the angle made it look like she had bug eyes, alien like and it look heavily edited,

which didn't do much for the super bags she had going.

So i'm looking at this picture thinking.

Wow, why are you using this as your profile pic, the last one of you was so much cuter.

Though I was quick to learn that others begged to differ in opinions.

This picture was filled with comments like "OH YOU'RE SO CUTE", "YOU"RE BEAUTIFUL", "GORGEOUS, PLEASE MAARRY ME".

Seriously? I never knew you were into unnatural looking bugged eyed species.

The sad part is,These people are being DEAD serious but then again they were her bff female friends, so that might explain a lot.

It's just a slight pet peeve of mine to see an obviously highly unattractive picture of someone getting comments like "YOU'RE SO HOT".

I cant tell if they are dead serious, or just saying that to be nice because the other person is trying so hard.

It's almost like lying, or being "nice" but in a mean way.

I can't do it.

I can't go to a picture like this:

And write "OMG, YOU'RE GORGEOUS BEBE, MARRY ME"in the comment box.

Not even to my best friends. OR even to my nemisises.

No it's not happening.

That's lying, or super impaied judgement which is unlikely because I am not one to drink infront of my computer screen while i'm on facebook looking for gorgeous girls to comment on.

Only uber cool folks do that, and i'm not cool.

We all got to be honest once in a while and type "Oh dear, as cute as you look you would look so much cuter if you counted some sheep a few hours earlier" IN THAT COMMENT BOX.

But no, honesty for some reason makes you a bitch so we have to try to sound nice by calling an exorcist moment "ADORABLE!!!".

WE GOT TO STOP LYING TO PEOPLE THESE POOR GIRLS (and boys)

WHEN WECOMMENT ON THEIR PHOTOS!

Telling girls they look pretty, when you honestly think they dont is LYING!

NO LYING IS BAD!!

Though learning to word your sentences right is not.

Hella Good

Guy: Your from riverside right?

Me: Uhmm,yeap.

Guy: I've seen you before.

Me: Ohhh.

Guy: You've got a nice ass.

Me: Er,Right.

Boys will be boys.

Last night,

I finally went clubbing with my cousins after such a fucking long time,

It was awesome as expected.

Despite the fact that the bartender had to remind me to wear my heels every five seconds.

Anyway,I think there's something really really really wrong with me.

Like literally,

I got back from clubbing at six thirty and I woke up at eleven and I can't seem to sleep.

Argh,this kills me.

I only slept for like four hours,

See I'm telling you there's something wrong with me.

Damn it, I shouldn't be clubbing during my examination period.

Dickipedia

According to Dickipedia (A Wikipedia of Dicks),

Kanye's actually thrown conniptions at several award shows,

Being a dick about awards:

-In 2006 West lost Best Video at the MTV Europe Awards and, with the grace and class we’ve come to expect from him, jumped on stage saying, “Fuck dis! (My video) cost a million dollars, Pamela Anderson was in it, I was jumping across canyons and shit.”

-After the Grammy nominations were released that year, West said he would "really have a problem" if he didn't win “Album of the Year.”

He lost, but miraculously managed to stay in his seat.

-The release of West's 2007 album, "Graduation," was preceded by another now-famous outburst

at the MTV awards where, backstage, he was seen shouting, “Give a black man a chance!” "Graduation" was released on September 11th, because nothing commemorates a national tragedy

like a song called “Drunk and Hot Girls.”

-At the 2009 VMAs, singer Taylor Swift beat out Lady Gaga, Katy Perry, Kelly Clarkson, Pink

and Beyonce to win the award for Best Female Video, Kanye West stormed the stage, took her microphone, and said Beyonce had been robbed. "Beyonce had one of the best videos of all time!"

He screamed about her "Single Ladies" performance. Beyonce, of course,

won Video of the Year, and had West waited til the end of the show to freak the hell out he might have seen that.
Well, well, Kanye West, the day has come in which you finally realized that the world does not, in fact, revolve around you.
For those of you haven't yet heard, the story goes a little something like this: while Taylor Swift was making her acceptance speech at Sunday's MTV VMAs for Best Female Video, Kanye popped up on stage like a weed, stole the microphone,
and said that Taylor didn't deserve the award, but Beyoncé did, because "Single Ladies" has "one of the best videos of all time."
I know, gag me with a spoon.
The lack of class, taste, and respect for a fellow artist is pretty appalling—I'd say that was fairly clear.
But, what's not so clear: what on earth would drive Kanye to do something like this?
Is he seriously that addicted to the spotlight?

He may be king of Kayneland, but he's got to take himself down a peg for the real world.

Great Escape

Gosh,Two more days till school reopens .

I had too too too too too much fun these September holidays.

Here's the people whom made my holidays,

Thanks Roopan,for loving profusely and for putting up with the bitch I am,

and lastly buying for me my strawberry milk at five in the morning.

Thanks Jai,for your endless rides,your wonder jacket,and not letting me sleep.

Thanks Taylor, for getting all of us lost in Malaysia and for pushing me off the bed till I almost broke my fucking head.

Thanks Vish,for making me look as if I was smuggling drugs through the customs instead of bubblegums.

Thanks Kash, for laughing your ass off while i tried to speak tamil last night.

Thanks Zac,for your countless attempts to see me wearing proper clothes.

Thanks Krithika,for being there as always and bitching with me.

The trip with you guys was just fucking awesome,thanks for always being there,

I love you guys,

REALLY .

xoxo.

Desperate

According to my previous post,I'm sure you guys where not expecting any updates,

But hell,it's my ONE week holidays and hopefully I'm not going to waste it as I always do.

Anyways here's to all the male species out there,

No, you cannot have my number and I don't want yours either.

I got off the bus and started walking down the street to the building where I was suppose to meet Gerard.

A car flew by, then it suddenly stopped, reversed and pulled closer to the sidewalk.

As I walked by, the guy inside rolled down his window and asked me for directions on how to get to a nearby petrol station

I pointed to my right and told him he had to keep going in that direction.

Guy: Actually I just stopped to holla at you. Do you want a ride?

First of all I don't appreciate being holla (ed) at by some random stranger. Second, I'm not getting into a car with some random stranger.

Me: No, I'm fine.

Guy: What's your nationality?

Me: I'm Indian.

Guy: Me too.

Me: Really?!

He didn't look Indian at all.

Guy: Yea I'm Pakistani.

I thought to myself well now that doesn't make you Indian.

Guy: So can I get ya numba?

Me: I have a boyfriend.

Guy: We can just chill or somethin'.

Me: No.

Guy: Come on, you can just tell him I'm an ex boyfriend.

Me: No.Guy: Please, come on, don't be like that.

Me: I'm late. I got to go.

I walked off and he eventually drove away.

Here's another incident.

It was 11:30 am and i was walking to into starbucks.

I went to the counter to make and orders and proceded to wait at the counter.

As I was waiting for my coffee, two middle aged men came over to order as well.

I figured they were on their lunch break. While waiting for our coffee, one of the men started a conversation with me.

Man: You look stressed. Do you have exams coming up?

Me: No.

Man: So then why do you look stressed?

Me: I don't know.

Man: You got a boyfriend?

Me: Yes.

Man: Damnnnnn.

The other man he was with started laughing at him.

Man: Well then does he treat you right?

Me: Yes.

Man: Why don't you flip out your cell phone then and take my number and gimme a call if he ever does something to you.

Remember this guy was at least in his 30's. He didn't even bother to ask if I was legal yet.

Me: No, thank you.

Man: What's the matter? You don't like tall guys is that it?

Me: Actually my boyfriend is 6'2.

Man: Ohhhh, so you like tall guys then. Do you wanna see my 6 pac?

Me: NO!

He started to lift up his shirt anyway.

Then the lady finally gave me my coffee and I rushed out of starbucks without looking back. Once I got out of starbucks I called my boyfriend and told him what happened.

He asked me what I was wearing that day and I told him a regular shirt and I wasn't even showing any cleavage.

He started laughing and then said "See, I told you that you're hot and you don't even have to show anything."

Oh, the joys of having to walk everywhere while being a female.

Oh So Sorry

I wouldn't be updating for some time now,

due to my major bitch/whore/slut/motherfucking examinations.

So please don't attempt sucide or turn into depression just because I'm not updating,

Although it would be really cool if someone does the above because of my blog.
And I'll try my best to update it,if I find the time,I repeat if.

Love you all my blog stalkers!

Very Unpredictable

Apparently,today I realized that I have greatly influenced my eight-year-old sister,Sharon.

Let me tell you how,well today morning,

while my mother was driving my younger sister to her class,

My mom noticed my younger sister doing something with her belly button,but she simply ignored it,cause she supposed that my younger sister was just playing.

After a while, my mom turned her view to my younger sister and she got the shock of her life.

My younger sister had apparently found a piece of jewel stone and tried putting it into her belly-button like a navel stud.

Mommy[ Hysteric mode ] : Sharon! What were you trying to do?!

Sharon : Uhm I wanted to have the thing NARIN HAS ON HER BELLY-BUTTON!

She's eight bloody year old for christ's sake.

It’s come to my attention that I’m kind of a Friend-Invite Nazi.

While I’m not harming anyone else, I am rather strict about the Invites I accept.

I know people who just accept everyone and anyone, playing fast and loose with that little green button.Let it not be said that I am fast and loose.
Now, generally, I don’t like to say no to people.I don’t like to hurt anyone’s feelings.I tend to like people (except, you know, those I cannot stand). So, I’m going to outline a few reasons WHY I don’t accept an invite.

Friends lock.

If I can’t see your profile, I’m going to decline your invite. If I’ve seen you around on other people’s sites, there’s a better chance I’ll accept it. Unless, of course, you’re kind of an ass. Then, it’s Decline City, Sweetheart.In all seriousness,

I like to see a bit about the people who want to be my ‘friend.’ It’s not because I’m a snob (I am); it’s because your face is going to pop up in my universal inbox, and I want to know if I’m going to be annoyed by it.
Your profile picture

If it would frighten small children.

No, I’m not suggesting that you hit every branch on the Ugly Tree—and then fell into the Bog of Eternal Stench.

If it’s too shadowy, mug-shot like, and all around CREEPY, I’m going to decline you faster than a bad credit card.
You don’t write in English.

I’m sorry, but if I can’t understand a word you’re saying, I’m not going to accept your invite. I don’t speak Greek, or Japanese, or Mandarin. If I can’t read your blog, then what’s the point?
You write poorly. I expect you to be literate, or at least semi-coherent.

I expect you to attempt to use proper punctuation, for the sake of a) readability and b) my sanity.

If I get too caught up in your grammatical jungle of Crazy, I’m going to lose interest. Additionally, if you write in shorthand IM speak, or tYpe lIkE tHis, 1m Not GuNnA eXcEpt u. OKAY?
You mention God 463 times,

While pictures of the Bible dance across the screen. (Okay, honestly, a dancing Bible might make me laugh.) I have no problem with God, or religion, but if it’s the entire purpose of your blog,

I’m not interested. Faith is a wonderful thing, but I’m not interested in sermons, being converted, or reading through Bible quotes, daily. I want diversity in subject matter.
Your username/profile includes any of the following: sexy, sexxxy, no food or die (anyone else see the irony there?)

The Jonas Brothers, Miley Cyrus, or “Stephenie Meyer ROX!” For one thing, I don’t care if you’re sexy—especially if you’re supposedly a twelve year old girl. WHERE ARE YOUR PARENTS? The Eating Disorder Support Group people aren’t my cup of tea.

I end up wanting to help/feed/educate them all, and that isn’t usually met with rousing joy.

The Jonas Brothers a) can’t sing, b) are not cute, and c) are a musical wasteland of BORING. The only way I will pay attention to Miley Cyrus is if she gets a matching father-daughter mullet. Otherwise, that chick can’t act her way out of a paper bag.

And Stephenie Meyer is barely literate.

And she cannot write a proper sex scene to save her life.
And, lastly, your profile is blank.

Additionally, you’ve done at least one of the following things: you only Widget-blogged (and you’ve been here a startlingly amount of time), or you write about tying your shoes, or you piss and moan about Sally talking behind your back to Jenny—who, btw, is a total BEYOCH—and you’re just really freakin’ peeved at your boyfriend (if I don’t know these people, and you and aren’t making me care about this, I’m not going to care about your blog), or you’re crazy. There are many signs of Crazy, but if you resemble something out of The Shining or Psycho,

I’m going to back away slowly.

So, there you have it. It’s not entirely comprehensive, because I’d be here all day, but it works. I have to say, though, the available reasons for declining are amusing.

Green With Envy

The dirty looks,the jealous stares,the best part is you think i care. When I was around the age of 13-14 I dated a guy named Angelo.

We had been friends for a long time and we decided to date for awhile.

Needless to say, by my we broke up and it was a nasty break up.

Cattiness ensued, it was pretty bad on my reputation.

Looking back on that just makes me squirm and think to myself

"WHAT THE HELL WAS WRONG WITH YOU NARIN?"

I didn't speak to Angelo for two years nor had I really seen him.

He added me two days ago on Facebook.

I was older and wiser and apparently I had grown up,

(well, my boobs had grown and I was taller).

You see, you'd understand why I got this email from Angelo.

It read simply,"Since we've known each other for a long time, and I feel as though you wouldn't be offended if I asked you this, but...did you have a boob job?"

HAHAHA!

I wrote him back and said,"It's called lots of bacon"

It may not appear too hilarious to you but when I read that I had to read it twice because I couldn't believe he thought I'd spend thousands of dollars to get to a 34C.

I sometimes get curious to see what old flings look like and type their names into Facebook to see a profile picture.

They all got hairy and chubby.

I makes me realize that I wasn't missing out on anything.

A Certain Romance

Somewhere between laughing for no reason,

Making fun of each other, and calling each other names,

We felt for each other,

I love you Roopan (:

Another Brick In The Wall

Taylor : Narin,I really don't know what i would be doing without you in my life.

Narin : Ohhhh okay,what do you want?.

Taylor : No really Narin,I'm serious .

Narin : Middle fingers are made for people like you.

Taylor : I really meant that,Tell me what would you be doing without me in your life?

Narin : Uhm well,I would prolly be a reading a bible on a friday night.

Taylor : Huh ? why? Do i really make such a big impact?

Narin : Well if you weren't in my life,i wouldn't have a personal chauffer right ?

So,I would be spending like hell of my money on public transport than prolly end up broke and than i wouldn't be able to leave my house and meet hot random guys.

Taylor : Ouchhhhhh ,Narin,Ouchhhhhhhh.

Gosh I'm so mean .

I love you taylor .

Really .

So right,I am going to give a tribute to all the nice guys and Taylor.

The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point.

This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores.

This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support.

This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern.

This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.
This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door,

for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population,

for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway,

for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters,

for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends,

for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated,

for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.
This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner.

And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it.

This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world.

And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor.

This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you,

she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody,

the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!”

And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways.

Because you’re nice like that.
The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due.

And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should.

And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t.

From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches.

Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me,

I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks.

Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom.

I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!).

But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted.

The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.
So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys.

You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice.

But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile.

For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

Fuck,Fucked,Fucking

Right So,Roopan decided to surprise me as he thinks I had a very deprived

childrenhood which lacked surprises.

[Since I just came out from the shower I was in my towel.]

Roopan:Love,what look out of your window.

Narin: Hmmmmmm. For?

Roopan: Can you see me?

Roopan starts to wave his hands like fucking frantically.

Narin: Yes yes,Stop waving your hands like a crazy bastard,I see you.

Narin : Ohmygod,Fuck.

Roopan[still waving his hands frantically,God knows why]: Huh,Why baby ?

Narin : Why on fucking earth is there a group of bangla looking at me from the side?

Roopan: The should be enjoying the free flashing services your giving.

Apparently,I didn't know that the view from the eighth floor of my room would be so goddamn clear that you could see me in my towel.

Great,Now all the banglas living in sembawang are going to be thinking I'm a flasher.

Thanks Roopan,Your the bestest Boyfriend,Really.

Fuck,Fuck,Fuck,Fuck.

What on fucking earth is fucking wrong with me,

My fucking accounts exams is in less than ten fucking hours time and I am not fucking doing anything.

Like fucking not anything at all,

Argh,I feel so fucked.

Confessions

Dear Self,

You’re going to be fine.
Sure you’re a little moody, and a little crazy, and a little unsure of everything you want.

(Being honest, who isn’t?)

But you’re fine.
The answers will come.

You will understand what you’re supposed to be doing.

You’ll find someone to love.

And you’ll figure it out eventually.
You will, and you know it.
In the meantime, keep smiling.

Love, Self

Dear Boobs

When I was about nine, I decided that I couldn't wait until I had boobs.

I thought that boobs were the answer to every problem in my life, and that once I had them, my life was going to be awesome.

All I wanted was to be a woman.

Once I got them, I was gravely disappointed.

Sleeping on my stomach became nearly impossible and cold weather became my greatest enemy. I had to wear troublesome bras, and even more troublesome sports bras so that my tits wouldn't feel like they were going to fall off after practice.

Then came the boys.

At first it was cool, I mean, what girl doesn't want to be noticed by the opposite sex?

One day during class, one of the boys tried to pass a note to another boy. He folded it into a paper football and lofted it across the room,but he didn't throw it quite hard enough. It landed directly in my lap, so being the little bitch that it was, I opened it up.

Inside, it listed all of the girls in our class and how big or small he thought our boobs were.

When my teacher grabbed the note from my hand, she gave me the worst look I had ever received.

I finally convinced her that I wasn't a lesbian because there was no good reason why I would write my own name down if I was checking out the other girls in my class.

I got a week's worth of detention because of that fucking asshole.

Dejected, I walked home from school that day thinking that boobs sucked.

What the fuck?

I wanted to be a woman, not a suspected lesbian.

I also wanted to do many things, and my tits had gotten in the way.

So I grew up, and I came to accept my boobs for what they are.

It took some time, but I got used to maneuvering around them.

Or at least I thought I had.

Oh and Roopan,I love you even though your a total dickhead (:

Weirdo

The art of LOL-ing is mastered by not LOL-ing at all.Let me be very clear about this,

I despise the use of the phrase "lol" and if you use it, I will think less of you.
Unless you are one of the few people who actually laughs out loud everytime you type lol, or literally rolls on the ground dying of laughter when ROFLMAO-ing,

Shame on you for using it or rather, abusing it.
It's rarely used genuinely, and even if you are one of the few people who does laugh out loud, why not extend that to more sincere phrase like "hahaha" where you can express how much you are laughing by typing more haha's (with discretion, of course), rather than adding random letters to represent physical actions?
And don't you DARE "lol haha" ; Someone did this to me today and I had to restrain myself from lashing out. Not only is that redundant, it defeats the purpose and severely angers any LOL-haters you may be conversing with.

Instances where people (read: noobs) lol

1. When something someone says isn't remotely interesting or entertaining
A: Omg, my mom just burned the toast!
B: Lol.

2. in real life. really? as if people didn't bombard me with the phrase enough online.
A: Billy failed his math test.
B: LAWLZZZZZ

3. As punctuation.
A: Hey, what are you up to?
B: Just watching tv, lol

4. To soften the blow.
A: You look horrible today, lol

5. When you have nothing else to say.
A: Lol
B: lol

Now tell me, is LOL not the most pathetic excuse for an internet acronym ever?

It's ranked right up there with the fillers "like" and "um". Personally, I can tolerate minor LOL usage, but abuse of the phrase will eventually

lead to someone stabbing you in the face (that would be me, i'm not afraid to admit it).

Dissappearing Acts

Today I realize that

My name's like a dick its always in a bitches' mouth .

Anyway,I doubt that I'll be updating till the 19 th.

Exams are a major bitch,

Sorry bitemelikeyoumeanit.blogspot.com Worshippers.

Amaze Me

Why I Shouldn't Be Allowed To Say Things When I'm Hungry.

- Online conversations-
Vishnu: So my cat died.
Vishnu: He was my cat since I was 7
Me: I'm going to make a sandwich. *signs off*
I still remember that sandwich too. It was awesome. It consisted of two whole wheat toasts with garlic butter, parmesan cheese, macaronis, BBQ chips and coleslaw.

Random guy: i thought we could go on a date.
Me: Eh, no.

Random guy: y?

Me: Because you wrote "y" instead of "why", you didn't capitalize"I" and you didn't even bother to ask me out face to face, you lazy loser. I don't want to.

Random guy: there must be a reason. tell me.
Me: I'm off.*goes to make kraft dinner*

Teacher: If you could go back in time and change one thing in history, what would it be?
Me: I'd eat a dinosaur and find a way to include myself in the bible.

The boyfriend: I just wanted to tell you that I really love you and bla bla bla

bla bla...
Me: Why do people talk so much? I'm hungry. We should go get some pizza,

Alright so anyways,
A friend of mine told me recently that he had made a list of every girl that he had ever ,
hooked up with.
But he hadn't just made a list,He had keyed it, color-coding it by the amount that he had done with each girl (i.e. the base that each had gotten to).
This sounded like a pretty interesting idea, so I tried it myself.
However, after looking at my and my friend's list,
I noticed a sort of disturbing trend: Not one of us had managed to remember everyone's name. However, my list of had names like "that guy from the club," "some guy at a mixer,"
"Rando #2," or something like that.
I'm kind of curious to see if it's just me, but I don't think that it is.
To prove or disprove my theory, I'm encouraging you guys to actually write or type it out, because at least in all of our cases, it helped us to remember everyone.
Oh And Happy National Day Singapore!
It's been 44 years since you gain independance,
But Racism will always exist, no matter what.
No independence from that (:

Desperate

Some people are just so desperate for friendships,it's disgusting.

So right,its finally the long awaited weekends and obviously

Narin being Narin has thousand and one plans,and guess what,

I'm down with a fucking bad flu and fever,Damn it,

Why why why. Why must it be during the weekends,

Fuck Fuck Fuck,I'm home on a friday night.

Okay Enough Venting.

Sometimes when I'm standing at the checkout line at Watsons (which is always endless),

I glance down at the items in my basket and wince.

And not just because I've overspent my Watsons budget (which happens every time I go there!), but because in mere seconds I'm going to have to hoist that jumbo pack of sanitary napkins out of my cart and onto the very public conveyor belt.

The cute guy in line behind me will soon know whether I prefer overnight pads with wings or without.
Maybe we shouldn't be embarrassed to buy things like this - after all, it's things everyone needs, and it's not like we'll see the cashier or our fellow shoppers again.

But I still get that twinge as I plop my wart remover on the counter.
Here are the top five things that are most embarrassing for us girls to purchase:

5. Pregnancy test
You could be buying it for a friend, sure, but the cashier doesn't know that. The judgmental flash behind her eyes makes you feel like she's checking your left hand for a wedding ring. She's wondering, "Is she or isn't she?" and she knows you're about to go home and pee on a stick. And it doesn't feel good.

4. Laxatives/Immodium/Beano
Tummy troubles strike us all, but we'd prefer to suffer in private. However, the trip to CVS to pick up your anti-diarrhea meds definitely ranks high in public humiliation. This might not be the best time to simultaneously stock up on toilet paper.

3. Anything anti-fungal
Wart remover, athlete's foot spray, yeast infection medication: scooting any of these up to the register feels like waving a giant banner that says, "Don't even think about getting near me!" Advice: take your lice shampoo and hightail it back to the shower.

2. Tampons and the like
I know I'm not 13 anymore, and I should have gotten over the embarrassment I get when I plop a box of Kotex in front of the male checkout clerk. But something in me still shudders when the clerk grabs my jumbo pad pack and swipes it through the register. Just don't also buy a gallon of ice cream, Midol and a copy of "Why Men Like Bitches" and no one will be thinking too hard about your monthly friend.

And the number one most embarrassing product?

1. Condoms
I usually resent the statement, "Never send a woman to do a man's job," but in this case, ladies, let him bring these guys up to the register.

Melodrama

Jai : So, I'll make you a deal. Whatever song comes on the radio next will be our song.

Narin : Okay. [Jai turns on the radio, a loud rap song comes on]

Narin : [sacarstically] Oh, yeah. That's definitely us.

Today, on facebook, i found a fan page for shortshorts.

"WOW, who comes up with these things"

And that reminded me of some events that happened to me.while wearing short shorts.

So, There was one day where i decided to walk down a busy street to make a hair appointment. It was a hot day in early June so i was wearing shorts, and a tanktop.

My "shortshorts" werent even that short. I can sit crossed legged properly without having to worry about my butt crack hanging out, or worry that my panties were showing in these shorts. They are average shorts that arent Bermuda shorts, but some may consider "shortshorts".

Well enough rambling about my shorts.

Anyways i was walking towards the hair salon to

make my hair appointment.

When allof the sudden i hear a honking noise from this busy street.

I turned to see a giant truck, with a sketch looking mid 20's man slowing his truck down,

yes on this busy street, starring at me. And once i looked and gave him a dirty glare, he just sped up.

Another incident similar happened later that june.I was wearing the same short as previously descibed. So, i was making my way to a bus stop to go to out.

As i walked something similar happened. I hear whistling and honking. And i look, to see two men, who look like they are in their mid twenties, or early thirties with these giant muscles driving their truck starring at me and once again i shot back a dirty look and they proceeded to drive away.

From these incidents, not going to lie, i am now horrified to walk alone in shorts, and i dont think i have since (and because i cant go outside still.)

Also i would like to state that i am only like 17O, so my legs arent that long and gorgeous/ model like or anything. I dont get it.

What is it about shorts that go above the knee makes guys stop in the middle of a busy street to holler at a girl. Like, what is it going to do for you?

That girl is not going to give you her number.I'm sure she would be more disgusted than anything. I know I found it quite uncomfortable, and i was scared they were going to get out of their trucks and kidnap me or something.

Just because i am walking alone on a street in shorts and flats doesn't make me a prostitute or anything close to it.

I am not wearing a revealing top, or over the top makeup. Also, it's broad daylight.

Dont these men have no shame slowing down their cars in the middle of busy streets, or honking a horn loudly in visible light?

Wearing shorts(shorts) doesnt make me a visible whore. Most girl wear short shorts. Even little girls. Soo, are you going to honk at 6 year old girls?

So, really. Men that honk at girls walking down the street in short shorts.

WHAT ARE YOU THINKING IN THAT BRAIN OF YOURS?!

Gosh, some men just need to get their brains working properly and if they are looking to honk at girls in shortshorts. Go to a redlight district where they would most likely appriciate the attention.

So, can someone please tell me why people are compelled to honk at girls in shorts while they are walking down the street?

Because i think it's stupid, and it's quite terrifying really.

Oh and btw, i have nothing against short shorts. They are quite refreshing to wear in the heat.

But i will not become "a fan" of them on facebook.

Flourescent Adolescent

Krithika and I are planning to start a club,
-My-Ex-Bestfriends-Are-Lifeless-Bitches-Who-Love-To-Gossip-Behind-Our-Back Club.

Impressive much.

Anyway,i can't stand people whom even try to impersonate me.It's so pathelic and loser-matic. Come on,If god made you like a ugly-diseased-lookingfuckface-digusting-brainless-disfigured-boring- human than,too bad,you just got to shut the fuck up and live with it.
Here's some of the stuff my impersonaters would do.

Some of them even try to talk exactly,I repeat EXACTLY and use my phrases,

It's like they record whatever i say and go home and upload a conversation of my into their ipod and blast it into their ears and memorize it.

I know someone,whom before i got to know him/her used to be a virgin to vulgarities and sarcasm and didn't use them nor did she/he know the meaning of any of these vulgarities,

Well as we all know i am the queen of sarcasm,

So apparently while she/he was close to me she started to copy my exact vulgarity phrases and tried to be sarcastic.

It's so scary and if she/he is reading this[which i am sure she would,cause i wouldn't be surprise if she/he sets my blog as her browser page] ,please go see a psychiatrist.

So right,some even change their total appreance like hair-dos/dressing style,they even favour the things i like.

Oh the best part some even copy whatever i eat.

Like the godamn same food.

Godamn it you can never ever be me,

For the 9876545678098765456789 time,

You cannot be like me,

So don't even bother trying to be me .

PS : If your reading this,I am sure you know who you are,

Go stick your 2B pencil up your throat,I bet that's the closest you'll ever get to a blow job (:

Hysteria

So i was drowning myself in my prelim papers when Nicky decided to suck my soul out of me.

Nicky: What do you consider a perfect date?

Me: You getting run over by a fedex truck.

Nicky: [ laughs]Great sense of humour,Jai must really be a lucky guy

Me : Jai ?!?!?

[ the rest of the story is really painstaking to explain ]

Today's Music Will Make Us Retarded.
A few months ago,I was on my way home in jai's car when the radio DJ announced he was going to play a hot new jam from the Black-Eyed Peas called “Boom Boom Pow”.
Being familiar with some of their past hits (“My Humps”, “Let’s Get Retarded”),

I knew their lyrics weren’t Shakespearean by any means, but their beats were pretty catchy.
Although, in “My Humps”, I have to wonder why the songwriters thought it was a good idea to refer to Fergie’s breasts as “lumps”, as this alludes more to breast cancer instead of sex.

Maybe they wanted to spread awareness and felt that women would schedule a mammogram upon listening.

I’m sure many did.
As “Boom Boom Pow” started playing, I was hoping for something a little different from their past tunes. They haven’t been doing much as a group lately, so I thought they must have used their time off to brainstorm and come up with a little creative ingenuity.
I was wrong.

Accompanied by the same thumping bass line we’ve heard in every one of their songs were these lyrics:
I like that boom boom pow

Them chickens jackin’ my style

They try copy my swagger

I’m on that next shit now

If you don’t think that’s stupid enough,

Listen to what Fergie says next:
I’m so 3008

You so 2000 and late.
Uh, wow, Fergie - really?

Is that your idea of talking smack?

You might as well challenge me to a fight over by the tetherball pole with those kinds of lyrics.
By the end of “Boom Boow Pow”, I felt like I had been lobotomized.

I was stunned by the idiocy of it all.

How could a song possibly get any dumber?

I felt like if a Soulja Boy song came on, it would have been like hearing Martin Luther King speak in comparison.
I was baffled by the lyrics.

Were these chickens going to jack my style and copy my swagger? Where can I find some boom boom pow? How do these words even become slang???
Then I got angry, because I knew someone was paid a lot of money to write those lyrics. And then Fergie was paid a lot of money to sing those lyrics. And then I was expected to give them even more money to download those lyrics.
The Black-Eyed Peas have officially become my new Nickelback. Both groups gave the impression of being original enough to like at the beginning, but eventually, listening to their songs was like eating too much chocolate and projectile vomiting.
My chunks, my lovely chocolate chunks.

Haha,Anyways.

I'm not a little girl anymore.

For anyone that's ever betrayed me, intentionally hurt me,

I'm not going to dwell on trying to make your life miserable and tell you I'm going to fight you. No, better yet, I'm going to sit here and tell you,

"Karma's a motherfucker, and you'll get yours''

Now get lost (:

Best I Ever Had

I won't feed your melodrama. -This is what I call the perfect pick up line-
I was walking with Roopan and Jai.

Suddenly out of nowhere,this guy came up infront of me.

Then he asked me for my name and at the back of my mind I was thinking,

"What the fuck?" but told him my name anyway.

And he asked if I'm indian because he thought I'm malay and at the back of my mind I was thinking again: "Fucktard I'm indian you Nigg'.
And then he smiled and decided to talk more and said:

"I noticed you just now and decided to walk back and wanted to talk to you,

so can I get to know you? I'm M****** and I'm from [insert country]

and I'm playing for the S-League"
The bad part is, I'm a very nice person and so I can't afford to be rude and walk away.

So I do what I do best and put on a smile

and act nice and said:" Oh I see...that's cool.."
But again at the back of my mind I was thinking:

" S-League? They never made it anywhere else in the world beside

whatever SMALL SHIT-CUP.

And I can't be bothered unless you're playing for some uberly cool soccer teams and look like Cristiano Ronaldo,
I'll kneel down immediately and suck the hell out of you."
And he interrupted my thoughts of going down on Cristiano and asked for my phone number.

But I asked to have his number instead so I don't have to give him mine.
So I got his number,gave him my best bimbotic smile, walked in the shop and deleted his number.
That's one of the nicest pick up lines I've came across, because he's direct.

But too bad he doesn't even look like P-Diddy for me to be interested but at least I made it worth his while yeah?

A full 5 minutes, next time I'll charge.

Paranoia

So I met up with Reshvin after such a frigging long time.

Reshvin : How you doin', hot stuff?

Narin: Very funny. Get it all out.

Reshvin: How much for a lap dance?

Narin: You done?

Reshvin:(With his stupid serious face)Not even close.

Reshvin:I'm serious. How much for a lap dance?

Narin: (Flashes Middle Finger ) Go Away you stupid dog.

Reshvin reshvin,you'll never changee.Hahaa .

I hate the Jonas Brothers.

Okay, before you start calling me names and before those training-bra-wearing little girls start screaming at my face, listen to my argument first.
In my defense, I'm not jealous of them.
I won't ever be jealous of them unless they gain credibility by actually singing in the genre known as "rock", not "pop". You have no right to call yourself a BAND until then.
Oh right, and the the whole "good boy" image is a load of crap.
That's just there so moms will like you for being their daughters' role models and buy merchandise that's got the "JBro" image on it. It's a hoax for the consumer to eat the crappy music up.

LYRICS
Let's just go analyze some of their lyrics.
Just might be paranoid
I'm avoiding the lies
Cause they just might slip
Can someone stop the noise?
I don't know what it isB
ut I just don't fit
I'm paranoid
Okay, good lyrics you guys got there.
That REALLY makes sense. -Insert heavy sarcasm-

DISNEY
Now, onto a new point.
You're from Disney. I'm sorry but that's a good enough reason to hate the Jonas Brothers.
Yes, that includes hating Miley Cyrus and all those other wannabe celebrities.
Has anyone noticed that now all the actors in Disney tv shows/movies all have singles coming out? Like that Emily Osment from Hannah Montana?
Agh.*No, I don't hate the old Disney, where they produced great films like the Lion King, Mulan, Aladdin, and such. Just now, where they're greedy businessmen who want to take all your money with tacky schemes.
Sigh, sounds just like those Twilight franchise businessmen.

SKINNY JEANS
This last one is something MANY people will share the same opinions about,
whether you hate the JB or not. The notorious skinny jeans.
Those guys wear more skinny jeans than an average American eats hamburgers, and that's a lot. When you see a photo of either one of those guys, you can bet your money they're wearing skinny jeans.
For starters, I don't want to fricking see your balls.
I don't think they're hot, sexy or even remotely attractive.
It's disgusting, distracting, and all around barf-inducing. Hmm.,now I don't expect only models to wear skinny jeans, but the guys look like they're 5"5 with them on.
So as a third party observer, please lay off the skinny pants. *Skinny jeans/pants should be worn with a top that covers the balls (for guys).I probably have more insignificant rants, but these would be the highlights.

Guilty Pleasure

Growing up during the "Golden Age" of kids shows--a reason to wake up early on Saturday mornings--the 1990s was a great time to be a wee little girl, enjoying Frosted Flakes in your superman pajamas. Captain Planet taught us lessons on pollution (Gooo, Planeteers!), Carmen Sandiego taught us more than our geography teacher ever could, and the Power Rangers made us believe we could kick a 5-story tall monster's arse with a wave of our plastic "Made in China" swords (lead included).

Now we have this:

• Spongebob Square Pants - Having bad skin and disorders is perfectly fine. Eczema will get me more friends!

It's a great day for leprosy!

• Dora the Explorer - Illegal immigration helps America! Who carries such a large bag with so many items? And travels around the world alone at the age of 6. WHERE"S THE MONEY COMING FROM? Trafficking drugs, that's where.

"I drive up your taxes!"

• Bert and Ernie - It's okay to live with your single roomate. For 25 years.... Still wearing the rainbow for 20 years.

• Scrooge McDuck - No matter how many billions of dollars you have, you can never own enough sweatshops. "I sold my firstborn at the corner for this. Worth every penny.''

• Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - Dirty sewers? Hygiene? Never heard of it. Pizza for breakfast, lunch, and dinner everyday? They're lucky NYC has a number of hospitals.Gangbang!

• Eeyore - Emo. End of story. Stop your moping around and humping Piglet when Chris Robbins turns his back. It's no wonder his name sounds like e-whore. He's the 2D epitome of one. Remember, across the street, not down.

• Tigger "Rhymes with... (Wigger? Stickler?)" - He's obviously the drug dealer in the group. Who can honestly say they can bounce around energetically like that all day? People on crack, that's who!A tail that doubles as a crack pipe. Now that's utility!

• Barney - America and Dateline NBC are constantly keeping an eye out to catch pedophiles. Yet they don't bother investigating the obvious one. Right in front of their eyes. We all know Barney is molesting those poor kids after the show. "You love me. YOU LOVE ME! SAY IT!'' "I'm going to make you love me..."

• Big Bird - "Using steroids can make you big and strong like me.''Big Bert, roommate of Barry Bonds for 3 years.

• Cookie Monster - You know that "cookie" is just a sick, sick symbolism for other substances--getting his regular fix from Oscar the Grouch.

ARGhghrgyhe!

• Oscar the Grouch - "F*ck you!" Say it. Say it proudly. Say it to your parents. "Bi*ch, I live in a garbage can!"

It's no wonder kids are running around obnoxiously these days. Somebody needs to step in and set them straight. And it starts with these kids shows.

Just Another Name

She Told Me Her Name Was Billie Jean, As She Caused A Scene

Then Every Head Turned With Eyes That Dreamed Of Being The One

Who Will Dance On The Floor In The Round.

The sympathy Michael Jackson is getting is quite sickening to me.

It is not so much I wished bad things for Michael Jackson.

It is the fact the media and a whole lot of people demonized Michael Jackson as a pedophile, and perhaps he was one, and then the day of death there's an outpouring of sympathy for him?

I am not even interested in the news of his demise.

I wonder how many people have emotional ADHD.

Not five years ago or so that guy was an evil bastard according to many, including major news sources.

And now everyone is sad?

Give me a break.

Is that really how our society is to be run now?

By a self-serving media who can demonize people when it is convient, and then elevate them to sainthood upon their death.

And regular folks are told how to feel?

The guy might have legitimately belonged behind bars. I'm not buying this one.

There was a settlement after all.

Screw the media, and screw celebrities along with the media.

Anyways,

RIP MJ(=

Leave Before The Lights Come On

You didn't love her.

You just didn't want to be alone.

Or maybe, maybe she was just good for your ego.

Or, or maybe she made you feel good about your miserable life.

But you didn't love her,because you don't destroy the people you love.

I hate it when my friends ask me a questions like "So what happened to that guy your dating?" or "Didn't you date that guy?"

It isn't the question that bothers me. It is the label used in the question.

I have to always correct them. "I didn't DATE him, I just went on a few dates with him for a couple of months"

Is it just me? or am I the only one who thinks there is a huge difference between "Guy I dated" and "Guy I went on a few dates with".

What the fuck is the difference?

To most of you there probably isn't a difference but I'm not normal.

"Guy I dated" make it seem like there was some sort of relationship between us and he actually meant anything to me. "Guy l I went a a few dates with" is basically someone that is more than a stranger that I shared couple of activities with.

I will feel no guilt if I just stop calling him one day and start ignoring her phone calls even if we hung out for like 3 months.. With a "Guy I dated", I would feel somewhat guilty and would have some sorta explanation before I jump kick his face out of my life.

When "a Guy I went on a few dates with" is referred to as "a guy I dated", it gives me the same uncomfortable feeling when "a guy I am dating" is accidentally referred to as my "boyfriend".

It makes me want to grab my friend by the throat and say

"Don't EVER fucking call him that again"

Crying Shame

Remember Thomas Beatie, the pregnant man?

He just gave birth to his second child a few days ago. Can you believe it?

A man giving birth. What a miraculous, unexplainable scientific oddity! This deserves a ton of media coverage!

Oh, but here’s a little tidbit of information:

Thomas was once named Tracy.

And he’s got a fucking vagina.

Wow, so a woman with hairy armpits and a flat chest popped out two kids? Now if that’s not Oprah-worthy, I don’t know what is.

Sarcasm aside, I’ll try to make my feelings about gender reassignment surgery brief and to the point:

I don’t get it.

And you know why I don’t get it? Because I’m not them.

I haven’t lived their life. I don’t know what goes on inside their mind.

I have no right to tell them what they can and can’t do.
But in the end, my personal belief is that one should embrace the gender they are born with. Spending tens of thousands of dollars just to alter your appearance and screw with your body’s natural processes seems foolish, not to mention dangerous.
But what I REALLY don’t get is the legal system’s outlook on gender reassignment.
Chastity Bono, lesbian daughter of Sonny and Cher, announced she will undergo a sex change operation and marry her partner of several years.

They both live in California, where gay marriage isn’t legal.

But once Chastity, aka “Chaz”, reaches a certain stage of her sex change, she and her partner will be allowed to get married like any straight couple.This is where I start having trouble wrapping my mind around the whole concept of “gay marriage” and how it’s defined.
Apparently, most judges “do not require a genitalia switch as a prerequisite to a sex change”. This means that once Chaz has her breasts removed, she’ll be allowed to marry her girlfriend.Because having no tits and a vagina totally makes you a man in the legal sense.

So what the hell is gay marriage now?

It doesn’t make sense to me why the legal system would bypass the gay marriage ban based on a woman’s lack of boobs.

On the other hand, would a gay man only need breast implants to marry his partner?

Is it really no longer considered “gay” when a woman has her breasts surgically removed and marries another woman?

Is it really a man having a baby if the man used to be named Tracy and has a vagina?

What about women who’ve had to endure a mastectomy?

I take it they’re no longer women?

Do Me A Favour

You can`t go back.

You can only remember.

But sometimes that`s what hurts the most,

Remembering how things were and how they will never be the same.

Stockholm Syndrome

We run back to each other when it's convenient.

We know that in the end, we're meant for each other, but not for right now.

So we play these games, act like we're okay when one of us has someone else.

When in reality, it tears us apart to know that we can be happy with each other.

But it's that slight hope that we will end up together that always keeps us running back for more.

Sober

When I read or hear about someone going through a difficult time, I never express my sympathy by telling them that I’ll keep them in my prayers.
For one, I don’t pray, so it’d be an outright lie.
Secondly, I think it’s one of those things people say far too often without really meaning it, kind of like when someone asks you how you’re doing.
In fact, I bet most people don’t actually pray for the people they say they’re going to pray for. Merely saying you’re going to pray for someone doesn’t make you any better of a person.
In fact, saying you’re going to pray for someone and not following through is a lot worse than not saying anything at all.
Praying is a selfish habit anyway.
When people aren’t praying to better their own situation, they’re praying for other people so that they’ll feel good about themselves.
It’s like what Joey Tribbiani said on Friends, “There is no such thing as a selfless good deed.” Being selfish isn’t bad; it’s just human nature, so I’m not putting down the people who actually do pray. It’s a nice thing to do.
It’s also comforting and meditative. Plus, it's another thing you can add to your list of things you’re doing to get into heaven.I have to question the people who feel it’s necessary to say out loud that they’re going to pray. They’re just flaunting something they think people will be impressed with, like if I told everyone I always put the cap back on the toothpaste after I use it.Praying is similar to sex in that the more someone talks about it, the less they probably do it.
The thing is, I’ll provide as many words of encouragement as you need, but I won’t tell you I’ll pray for you.
I’m not going to lie to someone who is already experiencing turmoil in their life.

Unintended

"I love you!" he declared.
I looked at him stupidly. It was the first time a boy has told me he loved me. We were both nine years old at the time.
"I don't believe you." My mom told me that you can never trust boys at this age - they are always so fickle.

Besides, we have only been going out for two weeks.

Actually I didn't even realize it was our two weeks anniversary until he brought it to my attention.
"Why not?!" he demanded. Disappointment, anger, and hurt filled his voice.
"Because people who love each other get marry." I rolled my eyes.

My knowledge of love at the time was entirely based on the Disney fairy tales I've seen.
He looked at me confused and then proposed to me without a second thought.

The way he asked me to marry him reminded me of the time he asked our homeroom teacher if he could go to the bathroom. It was my first marriage proposal.

I told him that he needed a ring. Boys are so stupid.

Didn't they know this stuff?
He walked towards one of those vending machines where you put in a quarter, turn the knob, and crossed your fingers because you never really know what item you were going to get. He was at $1.50 before he got the ring he wanted.
He came back with a round plastic case and shoved it in my hand. Inside was a plastic diamond ring glued onto a silver band. I made him put it on my finger and redo his proposal.
"I love you," he mumbled grudgingly.
And at that moment, I thought I loved him too.

Or whatever a nine year old girl thought was love.

I kept that ring on my finger until it rusted and probably would have kept it on longer if we didn't break up a week later.

I was cleaning out my room the other day when I found my first engagement ring in a forgotten shoe box under my bed.

The band was completely brown with rust, but the plastic diamond was still shining brilliantly at the center. For shits and giggles, I decided to put in on my left ring finger.

But no matter how hard I tried to shove it through, it would not get past my middle knuckle.

I guess it was never meant to be.
I searched his name on Facebook that evening. His relationship status on his profile reads

"in a relationship''

When The Sun Goes Down

And throught it all ,

I realize that your just like everyone else.

Your just another impersonator.

Your too afraid to show the real boring old you .

It really disgusts me now,

Come on people,

stop being someone your not,

your still ugly in the inside.

Cling & Clatter

"You never know what you have until it's gone." they say.

For the longest time that phrase would go through my mind like any normal sentence; a sentence from a book or a magazine.

Sitting on my bed tonight, something clicked. It was a bad day and all I could do was think. I could swear my mind was moving faster than the air outside my windows. I thought of everything; why some stuff were falling apart, why God never steps into my life,why it hurts so much to miss you.Some days things are just really bad. I feel like I'm outside myself looking in on myself and nothing seems real. Some days I can't stop thinking about you, it's like my mind automatically slips towards you. I guess my mind automatically does a lot of things. It keeps things from me sometimes and later I'll come across those things like I come across a penny on the sidewalk. They surprize me. I bend down, pick it up, and I surprize myself. I ignore some things, things I should be noticing, things going on around me. They just take so long to sink in. I suppose I have trouble accepting most things; most of which are incidents of my wrong doing. And I can not fully explain why or how I make the decisions that I do, mostly because I can't even decifer them for myself. I do not know myself.

How could anyone know me if I can not know myself? Everyday it hurts to be constantly reminded how alone everyone is in the world. There is nothing that I wouldn't give to have someone else, to have a bond with someone. Something real, something people call love. The little hope that I do have in that idea of such a thing keeps me afloat.

Though, skeptical of it sometimes I like to think that it is something I can strive for, along with an inner happieness (in which I have less faith).

It's my fault. It's that simple. How could that be so difficult for one to accept? You may ask. Because, in my case, it is so very hard to believe that I would be the single cause of my own unhappieness when I blamed everyone else for so long. So, sitting on my bed, and staring out the window, I realized that it was my biggest mistake. Something that I could never forgive myself for, something that I could only hope to learn from. It is my fault that I pushed something so amazing away. I blamed you for all of the tension between us when I was the one who established it in the first place and then I got angry with you. Really, I was just angry at myself. I was afraid that one person could not experience something so wonderful without having to pay a huge price. I was afraid that it might not be real. They say it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. I disagree.

I was afraid that I would love you and lose you. And so I pushed you away and look where I am. I have loved and lost. It is my fault for not letting myself go, for not being able to fully trust you. It's my fault that we both ended up hurt. It's my fault that we never became what we could have been. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry that it was my fault. You were one of real thing in my life and you're gone and it's my fault. For this I can never forgive myself. And, for the first time, sitting in on my bed,I knew that what I had was gone and it was real.

For the first time in a long time I felt something.And it hurt.
And I just want to apologize for lying; I did love you.

And I am no longer afraid.

Undone

[ This is how i look at 3 in the morning,Thanks Taylor.]

So Taylor called at three am in the morning , it was noon there.

And guess what he wanted to do ,

WEBCAM,

Argh, Lets not start on the fact on how much i hate webcamming.

Everyone knows Narin hates webcamming.

So Taylor,Consider yourself the most luckiest bastard alive for the fact that Narin got off bed at three in the morning walked twenty steps to the laptop and switched it on with her poor sleepy fingers.

Taylor Levithan' says :

Nobody understands how much i miss you.

Taylor Levithan' says :

I miss how we used to talk,and i miss all the things we used to do .

Narin Padalecki says :

You talk as if your never coming here to visit .

Taylor Levithan' says :

I try not to admit it to myself that i still feel this way.

Narin Padalecki says :

your still not over us ?

Taylor Levithan' says :

Nobody knows that i still wake up thinking of you each day.

Taylor Levithan' says :

I still think of you and I really do miss you. I would give up everything I have just to be everything we're not.

Narin Padalecki says :

Lets not talk about it already .

Taylor Levithan' says :

Can I ask you one question?

Narin Padalecki says :

Uh huh?

Taylor Levithan' says :

Can you swear to tell me the truth?

Taylor Levithan' says :

What, exactly, makes me not good enough?

Someday you will know .

Don't Speak

Okay, so I have an almost average vocabulary compared to the rest of the bloggers i know .

I use pretty much the same language everyone else does, and I manage to understand almost everything on here without having to open dictionary.com, its all fine and dandy.

But in real life, as a direct consequence of me having a larger than average vocabulary (at least for my age, in my town, in my school, read big fish scenario), whenever I talk like how I write (its automatic, and no it isn't that long winded either) my friends give me blank looks.

Thats right. Its a look that says, "What the hell is she even talking about? Why does she have to use so many effin words I don't even understand?" Every time this happens, the inner geek in me quakes.

Like for instance the other day I was saying, "Alcohol really lowers my inhibitions, it makes it easier for me to open up to people." The friend I was talking to gave me the stinky eye. He was like, "Uh, lowers your what?" Then I had to translate that in vocabulary meant for 10 year olds. Seriously, I love my friends, but it wouldn't hurt for them to pick up a book (other than Twilight and anything by Meg Cabot) and actually read for a change.

And again, I was on the phone with one of my friends bitching about someone, it went along the lines of, "That chick is so blatantly obvious in her stupid gossip-mongering. I mean, does she think I'm oblivious to all the stares I was getting thanks to her?" My friend goes, "Um, in English please, so that normal people can understand."

I fail miserably, I wanted to do more than /facepalm or /headdesk at that moment. More like /hitmyheadtothewall or /stranglemyself or even /drownmyselfinjelly. Then I decided that I wasn't going to give up that easily, NO frickin WAY (I just sounded like them there). I decided to show them what a difference using good vocabulary can make in expressing yourself, by giving them a few well-thought out examples.

The normal version: "OMG, that dude is hot, I want him.'

The better version: "That man is a fine specimen of manhood. He escalates me to the pinnacle of my desire."

The normal version: "Bitch, get offa him, he's mine.
The better version: "Bitch (no substitute for that), get your filthy, putrid fangs off him, he belongs to me."

But there are some things that have no substitutes. Not even the most well-versed, elaborately styled words can take their place.

The better version: "I loathe every despicable part of you."

The best version: "You suck."

The better version: "You are the reason for my existence, the epiphany of my life, the garden in which my heart grows.."

The best version: "I love you."

Champagne Supernova

Have you ever been in love?

Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable.

It opens your chest and opens your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.

You build up all these defenses.
You build up this whole armor, for years,so no one 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 start asking more.

They do something dumb one day,

like kiss you or tell you that they love you,

and then your life isn't your own anymore.

Love takes hostages.

It gets inside you.

It eats you out and leaves you cryingin the darkness,

so a simple phrase like

'maybe we should just be friends'

suddenly seems so difficult to mean.

It hurts.

Not just in the mind.

It's a soul hurt, a body hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.

I miss how you never gave a shit,but you always seemed to care.

I miss the way you would be such a dick,but you were somehow always there.

I miss how we would talk for hours, but most of all...

I miss us just being friends.
I'm not ready for what's more to come.

Really.

Welcoming Tragedies

You deserve to be with someone who makes you happy,

somebody who doesn’t complicate your life,

somebody who won't hurt you.

I don't want you to love me , yet i don't have the strength to stay away from you.

I can't let you in cause I know i would end up hurting you.

I miss you.

No Surprise

Why I Don't Care About the Swine Flu
I hope this doesn't come and bite me in the butt, but I have to say that I am not worried about the Swine Flu.
While I respect and understand many peoples concerns, I can't say that I share their panic. Sure - the whole Swine Flu epidemic seems absolutely crazy and fear-inflicting. And I definitely agree with people who think that this is a serious matter when regarding health -. But really, I think people need to have a drink and relax- the Swine Flu isn't a death sentence out to get every Singaporean.
Now, before you jump down my throat and say "BUT THERE'S NO VACCINE! THERE'S NO CURE! THAT'S ZERO TO FIFTY-ONE IN A WEEK! YOU'RE BEING NAIVE TO THIS HEALTH SCARE!" ...Let me first say that I hear your argument and I get it. You're right, there is no vaccine - but people are not dropping like flies because of this. Even though there is no vaccine, they do have preventive medication being given out to peopple who have come in contact with those who have been diagnosed with it... which will help stop spreading.
And yes, the confirmed count did jump from zero to fifty-one in just a week or so - but the count can drop, or stop, just as quickly as it jumped. Scientists and doctors aren't going to be clueless forever. Just because we don't have a Swine Flu shot today doesn't mean that we won't by our next flu season.
So Swine Flu - here's your 15 minutes of fame with me. Consider my conversation with you over - because anyone who comes to me with their Swine Flu concerns is just going to get the same talk as I gave above.

Oh, and P.S. Healthkickers: Face masks have not proven to be of any significant value... so put them back in shed next to your paint cans.

Creep

Facebook

Hello facebook users,
I know many of you have a very full schedule as is. There is so much to do on any given day on facebook. Here is a sample of what the average facebook user has to find time for on a daily basis;

- Figure out how to navigate the changes facebook has made since yesterday

- Stalk 5-10 random people
- Update my status at least 20 times

- Identify the app du jour and add it

- Buy fake drinks or gifts for people I want to flirt with

- Make a lewd comment about some hot hunk-ish new photos

- Find out whose relationship status has changed in the past 24 hours

- Throw a sheep at someone

- Check if anyone new from my elementary school has joined

- Annoy members of my family who have not as yet added the "We're Related" app

- Pretend to care about some "Cause"

- Play some stupid game for at least an hour (Mafia Wars, Vampires, Fight Club, Oregon Trail, etc.)

Again this is just a sampling. I know there is much, much more.

With great respect for all of your current facebook obligations, I am here to formally invite you all to find a place in your busy schedules for my writing. Currently I do the bulk of my writing on blogger.com. This is a site where fellow blogging afficionados (nerds) frequently check out my stuff. I have a number of friends and "loyal" subscribers. I usually average about a number of views per day on each new blog. Some comments I have received on some of my blogs in the past include;

"Reading this has changed my outlook on life"

"You are a national treasure. Bravo!"

and my favorite comment of all

"Your blog saved my baby's life. Thank you Narin!"

Narin does love the kids. I was all too happy to help.
So facebook users I ask you to give me a shot.If you haven't read me before, check out some of my stuff. If you've read me before and liked it,then come back for more damnit! I hate when people read one thing, tell me how much they LOVED IT, and then never come back again. It makes me feel like a cheap used whore.
While we're at it facebook, give real writing in general a shot. Take a break from all the stupid ass surveys and reading 1,000,000 useless facts about people you don't really give a crap about and read the real notes people post. Sure it may take some actual reading comprehension, but I think you guys are up to the task.

Time Is Running Out

Everybody has experienced this before, I’m sure.

It’s when you have finally made it to your station in a relationship, and it is time to get off the train.

I know that this happens often in romantic relationships, but since I am not involved with anybody I feel that it has finally happened between me and my best friend.

We have made it to the end after a year of friendship.

I am not sad about this. I want to know why I am not sad.

Perhaps it was because I have seen this from miles away and I just knew that it was going to happen one day or another.

I had been waiting for a good moment to break the relationship I no longer feel comfortable to be apart of.

Now it is time for me to move forward in my life and try to figure out exactly who it is I am.
As time passes,
When you see me happy,
or see me with someone that is not you,
when i walk by without glancing your way and when you start to miss me,
or when you start wondering what happened to us.
Just remember, you're the one who let me go (:

Just Breathe

School's been an extreme huge bitch,as usual.
Well today was a wednesday,the only day of the week when school ends early.
Early as in two in the noon, How ironic.

Tamil period was a slut,Maths period was a mini-bitch,English period was a whore.

And of course nothing beats physics,
Oh during physics I realized how bladdy dumb my friend,Jasper was.

During physics,Jasper went to the toilet while he was away in the toilet,

Mr See started switched off the fans as he wanted to do some dumb crappy experiment,

so when Jasper got back to the class, noone was paying attention to the experiment,

he didn't know there was an experiment,

Jasper : Why is the fans off?

Me : Oh Earth Hour,you didnt know.
Jasper : Ahh What time start?

Me : One fifteen.

[The whole class starts laughing.]

Jasper: Huh why.

After 35 seconds,Jasper realized that it was a joke.

Jasper : Ahh .

Omg,Jasper you are a real cock,Really .

Hahaha.

Anyways ,

I miss you, when something really good happens,

you’re the first one I want to share it with.

Because I miss you when something is troubling me, you’re the only one who would’ve understand.

Because I miss you, when I laugh and cry, you’re the only one who could make me laugh harder and make my tears disappear.

I don’t know where we went and why we grew apart, but you should know, I miss you.

Hookers

Dear Victoria’s Secret Bra Designers,

Thank you for making lots of really cute bras. I have several of yours and for the most part, I enjoy them. I have a black t-shirt bra that is not only super comfy, but really seems to get guys’ attention. The first time I wore it, a guy friend looked me up and down and yelled, “damn!” I think if there is a desired effect of a bra besides just keeping the ladies supported, this is probably it.

I would, however, like to register a complaint on behalf of boyfriends everywhere. You see, in the…uh…heat of the moment, bra clasps are REALLY hard to undo. This is fine for ugly old matronly bras, but for Victoria’s Secret bras, this is a big problem.

See, if you make a sexy bra, there are some assumptions to be made. If a woman wears a sexy bra, it’s probably because she’s expecting a guy to see her in it. She ain’t dressing up her boobies just to keep it to herself. So when this guy is in a situation where he gets to see her in this bra, the next step is often to remove said bra. So, within my personal logic, it makes sense that sexy-looking bras should be easy to unhook since they will probably be in a situation that may require a speedy, possibly one-handed removal.

And the teeny tiny hooks that are used in most bras, well, they’re no walk in the park. I understand that it gets easier with practice, but I’ve been wearing bras for quite some time and I still have problems myself sometimes.

Perhaps the invention of the front-closure bra was a product of bra-unhooking frustration. I’ve owned one or two of these contraptions in my day, but I have to say I don’t think that solve the problem. For one, it’s confusing, because the clasp is opposite of where one would expect it to be. Also, it’s often a completely different type of clasp. Just when men have started to figure out a traditional bra clasp, you throw a completely alien fastener at them. Not only this, but these untraditional fasteners come in a wide variety of types, giving no consistency. This only makes the problem worse!

I’d suggest trying a different type of fastener, in the back, and make it something intuitive. Maybe snaps? They’d be easily unsnapped, should hold fairly well, and wouldn’t dig into my back. Or something else. I don’t care, as long as it works and is guy-friendly.
Your efforts to improve the ease of bra-removal by redesign of the traditional bra clasp will be greatly appreciated.

Sincerely,

Narin.

Tears In Heaven

[My Aunt's In Blue,And I'm In Pink]

If tears could build a stairway,

And memories a lane,

I'd walk right up to Heaven

And bring you back again

RIP Aunt.

27 March 2009.

You left us with the finest of memories.

=(

If You Just Realize

And after a while you learn
that you don't need anyone else in order to survive.
No one is ever going to always be there,
no matter what they say or what they promise you.
You just gotta suck it up, accept it & keep going.

So i looked back on us today. I don't know why i missed you,
Why i wanted you back.

Because from where i stand, no one was having fun.

Sure, at the beginning we were kids rushing into things we had no idea what about,

but slowly,

Instead of trusting you more, i trusted you less.

I spent hours, days, even months of our relationship worrying about who you might leave me for because there was always someone better than me.
I spent a year trying to being perfect until i couldn't anymore.

My body tried to tell me it had to stop -

our relationship was literally making me sick.

But now i'm free, and i'm sorry, i did love you, but i had to get out.

It was like poison slowly seeping through my body, infecting every possible organ,

Finally getting to my brain, telling me that this was it.

This was the end.

We weren't having fun anymore, and that's what you wanted right?

I knew it was over before you said it.

And i thought you broke my heart, but you merely made it stronger, made it resilient.

Because you don't deserve me or my love.

Thank you for being such a fabulous waste of time.

Part time boyfriend

HAPPY V'DAY.

[ Thanks for everything this morning ]

He was not my boyfriend.

On the other hand, he wasn't just a friend either.
Instead, our relationship was elastic, stretching between those two extremes depending on who else was around, how much either of us had to drink, and other varying actors. This was exactly what I wanted, as commitments had never really been my thing.

I make big boys cry

HOW NOT TO GET NARIN.

1. Cheesy Love Songs

I was walking back home around three in the morning and realize some guy driving next to sidewalk, checking me out. I ignore it and keep walking. Of course, as luck has it, I end up waiting for the crosswalk as he's waiting for a red light. This guy is fair--looks well built, brown eyed--driving a bright red Corvette and blasting really bad rap so loud the whole intersection can hear it. He yells "Aye! Girl!" out the car window at me and I roll me eyes. He fiddles with something in the car and the music changes to "Let Me Love You," by Mario and he starts nodding his head and smiling at me. The light turns green and I walk as slow as I can so he drives pass.
"Romantic" playlist that start with Hoobastank's "Inside of You" ("...what do I have to do to get inside of you? 'Cause I love the way you move, when I'm inside of you...")?

No.

2.Family-Planning.

I think my worst is a boyfriend I had once.
He was great, until we had this conversation.

Me: I'd love to have a child one day, but not a daughter, I see myself raising a son.

Him: I wouldn't raise a daughter either.

Me: Why? You'll not be able to teach him to shave or something?

Him: No, I just would really, really want to fuck her when she becomes a teen.

No Comments, Really . REALLYY . eww.

3.Costume party.

Me and my friends dressed up as cops and coincidentally we ran into these two other guys also dressed as cops on our way to the party.
Guy: heey we are cops you guys are cops. we should get together

Me: Dont think so.

Guy: cmon we are destined to be together

Me: No.

Guy: cops fuck each other all the time

Me: screw off or do i have to lay sexual assault charges on you?

then they walked away quickly .

hahaha (=

4.Subway

Man behind counter: Would you like your sub toasted?

Me: Yes, please.

*Sticks sandwhich in the oven, returns to face me*

Man behind counter: ....So you like it hot, huh?

5.Tongue Piercing

Him: "I got my tongue pierced recently, kissing feels awesome."

Me: "Huh. I've never kissed anyone with a tongue ring before, I wouldn't know."

Him: /kisses me with lots of tongue

(I guess I was asking for that one. Though telling that story in front of his girlfriend later was a bad idea.)

Two Oh Oh Nine.

And there goes an entire year,

But yes narin you made it through, through it all .

I may be broken, but i’m fixing myself piece by piece every single day.

and i’m gonna make it.

I'm learning that sometimes, even when you love

someone more than you thought possible, you have to let go of them.

It stings like hell, but it's life.

Letting go to become who you're destined to be.

Freeing yourself from the people who just don't fit into your plans anymore.

It's all about letting go.

The key is to take it day by day, moment by moment.
And eventually,when you reach that place, that happiness,that you've been waiting for forever,

letting go was the right thing to do.

To me, the strongest moments that I have lived are the moments I have survived wanting to die.

I've learned a lot.I've learned that everything does happen for a reason.

I've learned that everyone I've met has helped me to grow and learn in some way, whether they've been there as support or to make my life a living hell, it still helped me learn.

I've learned to just accept things and not question things too much.

I've learned not to take things too seriously because it just stresses you out too much.

I've learned to suck it up, keep my head up, and continue on with life like it didn't bother me at all.

I've learned that you have to make mistakes in order to learn from them. And most importantly, I know that whatever doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.

You've got to accept the fact that life isn't a fairy tale, things aren't always happily ever after.

Things like magic wishes, Prince Charmings and true love don't happen in real life.
Magic wishes come from money, Prince Charming's a shallow idiot with a bad haircut and overpriced clothes.

And true love? Ha, true love is one-sided, Ace.

You love her, she loves someone else.
She loves you, you love someone else.

Never quite works out does it?

So you end up with some actor pretending to be your true love.

Real considerate of someone to let you know reality was like that before being thrown into it.

'If you wish, it'll happen.'
Well, wish in one hand and crap in the other and see which one fills up faster.

Welcome to reality. Enjoy your stay.

HAPPY NEW YEARRR .

PS : This is for you,you know who you are.(=

I never thought I'd hear myself saying this, but thank you.

Because if you hadn't of come along, I never would have learned that my worst day could also have been my best. Because when a heart breaks, it also opens; and once a heart opens any number of things can happen, and some of them can be wonderful.

After hours

Maybe this Christmas will mean something more.

Maybe this year love will appear deeper than ever before.

And maybe forgiveness will ask us to call someone we love,

Someone we've lost for reasons we can't quite recall.

Maybe this Christams,Maybe there'll be an open door.

Maybe the star that shined before will shine once more.

Just maybe.

Beauty in the breakdown

No matter how many times they say they won't hurt you,they hurt you in the end.

No matter how many times you swear you'll never talk to them again, you always find yourself sitting by the phone wondering,

"What if..?"

You tell everyone you never think of 'them' anymore, but you know you think of them much more than you'd like.

It's crazy how a person becomes so much of you, almost like breathing.

There are billions of other people in the world but it's hard, you can't let them go.

You just want the one you love.

It takes so much to realize if 'they' missed you, if they would call you.

It's so hard to stop making excuses for 'them'.

In the end, it's so hard to realize they weren't the person you thought they were.

You have to stop waiting.

That call will never come.

You won't hear their voice on the other line telling you what a mistake they've made or how they've realizedhow much they love you.

It's hard to realize how many broken promises there really are, but they're there.

You may have never thought it would come to this, but it has.

All you can do is letit go.

Stop waiting around for them to miss you, it's probably not going to happen.

They didn't love you as much as they led on.

If they had, they would be here right now.

You have to let go of every memory because you're keeping someone in your heart that has already replaced you in theirs.

You want history

I wanted to tell him that I would never be sorry for loving him.

That in a way I still do - that maybe I always will.

I'll never regret one single thing we did together because what we had was special.

Maybe if we were ten years older it would have worked out differently.

Maybe, I think, it's just that I'm not ready for forever.

The Ugly Truth

So another friday night spent with akash,jai and roopan .

So i was on my way out to meet them,when i noticed the main drag of downtown closed off (due to, something. All I know is that the place was SWARMING with cops) and having the cab uncle to go all the way around to get to the parking complex.

This required walking down a really dark and really creepy street. I was alone and I didn't know that all of a sudden the block would get poorly lit and creepy but there were people walking around so i figured id just hurry the fuck up since there were street lights and bars just around the corner.

All of a sudden right before i went around the bend of the block, all the people were gone and there were nothing but 4 sleezy asian guys standing on the edge of the sidewalk.

I guess they knew each other and ran into one another while there, so they started talking.

Since me and my friends decided to have a little friday night out, i went for the whole nine yards... heels, hair, makeup and outfit.

So of course the sleezy asian guys HAD to ask,
"Hey lady, whaddiah doin' tonight, heh?"

Me: Not you.

SAG: Hey *looks us over while walking by* I'm throwing a party in my house, you should go.

Me: Thank God it's not in your pant.

Good thing they couldn't hear me over their own Egos other wise i probably would had gotten raped.

So anyways, i found my bfs, and we started discussing over halloween.

So Halloween is upon all the girls are busy finding the skankiest outfit possible for their once a year excused sluttiness.

It was a really big deal to go out and get candy on Halloween. I'd always get a huge bag that never filled up even half way.

Even when I was little, I knew to do "fairprice marketing." I stayed away from the neighborhoods with the Ford trucks parked outside.

I went to the nice areas where some legendary lady passed out full size candy bars. Anyway,although it was decades ago, I remember trick or treating,and how disappointing some houses were.

Here's the list,

5)NECCO WAFERS

Who eats this? I've never seen anyone actually pay money for these. Yet they pop up during Halloween time. I think it's people that got them years ago trying to get rid of them.
Do you like the taste of Chalk? Here you go. FAIL

4)CANDY CORNHow is this corn?How is this edible?This is plastic covered in pure sugar colored with Chinese lead paint.
Looks like rotten teeth that fell out at the local trailer park. Gross.

3)CHANGE

Did my costume look like "panhandler?" I get it. You didn't prepare for Halloween and want to at least give something? Keep your change, go up stairs and watch tv in the dark like the rest of the people that don't want to give out candy. Way to turn a fun, cute tradition into a begging fest for dimes and nickles. FAIL
Oh this reminds me of a joke I heard.
Q. What is the most awkward place you can meet a panhandler?
A. On your way to the CoinStar.

4)RAISINS

I don't like the idea of taking candy from strangers. Why would I want fruit? Razors anyone? Like, when you are at safeway, do you actuall think to yourself. "sweet! the kids will love this!" The only thing the apples were good for were to bounce them the roof of your house.
and Raisins. WTFThe only raisins I like are the kind being smuggled by Japanese girls in the cold. FAIL

5) JESUS PAMPHLETS

Wow. Oooh you never pass up the chance to give people the "good news?" Well the "news" is that kids want candy on Halloween.

I understand you think it's a "satanic ritual" but the kids are just having fun. Thanks to you, the kids you handed out Jesus Pamphlets to hate religion and now look like this.Spreading religion "YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG"

Fuck you,very very much

7 Reasons Why it Sucks to be a Woman.
"Never trust anything that bleeds for 5 days and won't die."-South Park

I hate that "monthly visit from Aunt Flo."

Want to know what I hate even more, beyond words and with a passion, during this time?

MEN. It's like the first sign of PMS and first sign of slight cramps and it's like

"OHP! YOU HAVE A PENIS, YOU NEED TO DIE!" because you will NEVER know what kind of hell this is. Ever.

You lucky bastard.

But joke's on you! You have to put up with half the population going crazy at some point of the month!

Here's a couple of reasons why I hate being a woman with an "Aunt Flo":

1)My emotions go bonkers, and I seriously can't help it.
I want to cry over nothing, get angry over nothing and feel extremely irritated 24/7 for 7-14 days. Everything is taken personally. EX:" You didn't kiss me right when you saw me? You must not love me. You're just using me." I get extremely irrational and everything upsets me.

In short, I turn into a psycho bitch.
You think you can't handle being around me while I'm on my rag, how do you think I feel having to be in my own head like this?!

2)I hate men. End of story.

During my agonizing bleeding, I automatically hate men. Again, I can't help it, I DO NOT want to be anywhere near a man and my want/need of being around women goes up dramatically. I guess because women would understand my irrationality, pain and what I'm going through where a man would not. Men will NEVER know. You will never understand the pain of having to go through this every month, let alone go through other womanly functions such as giving birth. I hope all men get kidney stones at some point in their life, as this is the only thing that could be compared to/be worse than child birth.

3) It fucking hurts.

I can't speak for all women, but for the most part, being on your period hurts like hell. Especially for me, as there is a very good chance that I have endometriosis. Cramps for me get so sever that doctors will willingly give me hospital orders for morphine, I can't lift my head without throwing up and I have terrible radiating pain (everything from my stomach to my lower back and kidneys hurt. It feels like someone just focused in on kicking me with steel toed boots for 15 minutes in that area).

4)Cravings

...are ridiculous. I know I get horrible cravings and it's usually for protein and sugar. So... while Aunt Flo is in town, my diet consists of prawn sambals,chocolates and waffles. Usually eaten at the same time. Together. Or nutella and Oreos with a deli sandwich on sourdough bread. Or tomato soup mixed with garlic mashed potatoes and waffles with some cranberry juice mixed with 7Up. I know that sometimes they get so bad that I can't go to sleep at night, I HAVE to have what I'm craving.

5) You eat like a pig.

This ties in with number 4. The food network no longer becomes a channel that you just flip past on TV or for learning how to cook something new... it becomes porn. You want to eat anything and everything. You crave food like a crazy pregnant woman and you want your food now. You don't believe in sharing [maybe you didn't in the first place, but hey I'm just saying...], you act like a total fatass and get angry when someone takes any of your food or eats the last of whatever you had your eye on. You get upset at parties for waiting so long for the cake, only to find out it tastes like shit. You. Want. Food. Now.

6).You retain enough water to be considered a second species of camel.

I drink a butt load of water and on a regular basis. I drink passively. If there's a bottle of water (which there always is) I'll just drink it until all of a sudden there's about 6 water bottles on my desk in a matter of a few hours. So when I'm on my period, this causes problems.

7)Your self esteem goes through the floor.

This pretty much encompasses everything stated above. You get irrational, emotional, act and eat like a fatass and gain about 10 lbs. in water weight. Do I really need to explain why our self esteem smashes through the floor?? None of our clothes fit, everything feels too tight, you perceive yourself a lot differently on your period and it's usually negatively, so you definitely feel like you're fat and you think you look even fatter and it doesn't help that while you're thinking that while looking in the mirror all you can do is think about having a brownie sundae and go to sleep afterwords.

Thanks For The Memories

Here’s to the nights when I didn’t know left from right.

And you were there showing me, not telling me.

Here’s to the nights that went on into early in the morning

And yet we were still pouring vodka into plastic cups.

Here’s to the phone calls that you took,Even if they were at 4am.

Here’s to the nights were we took long walks around just to talk

And never got tired of walking.

Here’s to the nights when even if I was doing something wrong

With someone I wasn’t suppose to be with, you were still there defending me.

Here’s to the nights when I knew you were still gonna be there in the morning,

hung over and laughing about the nights memories.

Here’s to being my best friend,Roopann(=

Depriving childhood

Asian Parents.
Sometimes, my parents frustrate me so much. asian parents are so much different from other american parents because of their totally different mindset that i feel like growing up with them makes you a totally different person. there are certain little things that they do that make a big difference between an asian american and all-american childhood.

1) They make you repeat every. single. thing. you say.

and then spell it out, using words, preferably names. example: "mom, i'm going to jamie's apartment." "WHAT?!" "i'm going to jamie's apartment" "you're going who what?" "JAMIE'S APARTMENT!" "who? spell his name" "j -a-m-i-e" "k-e-n-i-a?" "ugh, j for jack, a for amy, m for max, i for irene, e for ed" "oh jamie! why don't you speak clearly!" sigh.

2) They're really cheap about little things, but then spend like high rollers.

when the post office forets to stamp a used stamp, my dad soaks it in water and reuses it just to save the 40 cents or so. but then he'll go out and buy a lexus LS430 on a whim. also, he goes NUTS if i have to pay 10 cents for an overdue library book.

3)It's like when russell peters was imitating that chinese man who was like, "fiftee cent a lotta monee.

You save fiftee cent heah, you go save fiftee cent somewhea else. now you have ONE whole dolla!" that's totally my dad. i swear i thought he was standing behind me and screaming while i was watching youtube. it's not like it's an uncommon situation when i'm at home.

4)Just because a boy/girl is smart and very "obedient," they are your soulmate.

it seems like every few weeks, my parents are telling me about some new boy who is "an engineer at MIT, goes home every weekend, and is saving up to buy his parents a retirement house" (aka pansy or nerd) that i should go call up and convince to marry me. this began once i turned 15 and my mom started seriously freaking out that i hadn't found a potential husband yet. i actually met one of these guys in person (they ambushed me at my house!) and he called me a princess. ugh, so unfair. how would he know anyway? it's not like i even talked or looked at him the entire time. haha.

4)If you complain about anything, they always have a worse story from their childhood.

i remember i was once complaining about how i hate drinking whole milk and my mom was like "you should be thankful you even have milk! back when i was young, there was such a shortage that we would be lucky if we had half a glass for our entire family! we almost had bone problems and we all had digestive problems, but there was only five bathrooms and seven children. some of us were lactose intolerant too, so the toilets would get clogged and then--" jeez okay, okay. life was hard. don't need to get into the nitty gritty details there

I don't know if this applies to ALL asian parents, it just seems common based on listening to my other asian friends' experiences too. and even though these asian parent quirks can be somewhat annoying from time to time, i wouldn't have it any other way.

Killing Spree

One day, i was getting on the plane to go home to my family. I got on the plane pretty early, so i was just sitting there with an empty seat next to me. all of a sudden, this arabic-looking man with a turban sat down next to me.

This was after 9/11, so i'm sure his ass was freshly sore from the assraping he undoubtedly got from security. i kind of felt a little nervous, but i decided to not be racist/ignorant for once. but THEN, he took out his qoran and started reading it. not only was he reading it, but he started chanting and lifting his head up and down in a trance. he started off quietly, but soon he went all out like, "ALLALALAAAAALHHHHLALALAHHHH!"

I knew that a lot of the terrorists prayed before carrying out their missions so i was fucking scared. i tried to be understanding but really, i have the maturity of a 2-year-old with ADD. i was POSITIVE that today was the day that i was going to die. i even remember the date and time. i started thinking about all the things i wish i'd said and done.

I should've told my family and friends that i love them. i should've supersized that mac's meal. i should have told my mom that i was lesbain.i shouldn't have refused to the threesome.

So i started composing all of these thoughts into a coherent letter that i decided to write. i'd put it in the water bottle i had and as the plane was crashing down, i'd throw it as far as i could so that someone could find my final thoughts. yes, this was how my memory would live on with my loved ones.

i got my paper and pen out, gave a dirty look to that selfish bastard that was gonna take such an awesome person away from this world, and decided to get started. then...i fell asleep. (i kind of have a problem with falling asleep in moving vehicles/modes of transportation).
when i woke up, we were landing.

But seriously, that day changed my life! being alive never felt so good. i just wanted to kiss everyone on that plane as i walked out. i felt bad for being suspicious of my neighbor, so i gave him a big smile and said "it was great sitting next to you!" he looked at me, and probably wished that he'd killed my ass.

So that was one of the most memorable days of my life. just thought i'd share this beautiful, not-at-all-offensive story about the appreciation of life with all of you. =)

Oh Wonderwall

Hari: Nirmala,How do you get manboobs?

Narin:Erm,Ask Jasper.

Jasper:Eat durains.

Hari:I mean where do they come from.

Narin:Manboobs are sexy you know.

Hari:No!No,I am not talking about the sexy ones.

Narin: Than? Kartik's ones?

Hari:Hahhaha.

All the things we learn during POA(=

Dear Men,

Could you please stop dating crazy bitches?

I realize that "crazy" is often synonymous with "female"

but you gotta give credit where credit is due.

There are still chicks out there who won't challenge you to the

"Do you love me?" duel eighty times a day.

There are still chicks who feel that placing a temporary restraining order is a last resort and not a way to show off how pathetically desperate they are for attention.

And yes, there are still chicks who feel that love is better shared with laughter rather than pitiful verbal attacks and the word "drama" calls for cringes and eye rolling.

Not all of us are like that.

But it's hard to argue down stereotypes when you're still supporting the "other" team.

Isn't it about time you treated yourself to a sane woman?

Someone who wouldn't drag you on the Maury Povich show

, throwing a wet pregnancy stick in your face for the whole world to see?

We not-so-crazy women realize it's hard.

In fact, we've been there.

What a crazy bitch is to your love life, a douche bag is to ours.

Funny what a human being will subject itself to for the sheer pleasure of winning the obedience game.

But times have changed.

I think a lot of people are realizing that changes need to be made in order to live a more fulfilling life. Changes that also include the people they give their hearts to

Would you really want to spend the rest of your life with a crazy bitch?
Think about it.

Love,Narin Padalecki(=

Meet Brueno

MANGO & BRUENO

My Poor Roopan and Nathan had to listen to me ramble about etiquette yesterday.

I was so annoyed with a couple I saw on the street.I watched a guy open a door for a girl and watched her frown as she walked through the doorway without even acknowledging him.

This drives me insane.
All it takes is a nod!

If you know the guy, I think a "thanks" will suffice after being prompted to say it ad nauseum when I was a kid, it's essentially a reflex now.There are so many expectations out there for guys now - remember to hold the door open, push chairs in, open car doors, etc.

- that I'm impressed that so many of them abide by these rules, if you will.

I'm wondering, though, if there are things girls should do for guys to return the public displays of chivalry. I don't mean pulling out their chairs or anything, but

Girls, do you think you take chivalry for granted?

Meet Brueno.

Helter Skelter

WHAT ARE THE 3 MOST DUMBEST THING YOU HAVE DONE RECENTLY?

So Narin,Lets See.

!)I ordered a diet water, and asked for it with a serious face.

2)When the money came out of the ATM machine I screamed, "Iwon, I won!"

3)When I was about to leave the zoo, i ran towards parking lot yelling, "Run for your lives!They're loose!"

Okay So Anways,I concluded that the tooth fairy teaches kids that they can sell their body parts for money.
I blame her for prostitution(=

Utter Horror

I don't remember why, I really don't remember why we started this conversation at dinner, but apparently the guys were curious about periods, and I don't mean the grammatical kind. I was

patiently looking at the guys and taking turns answering the questions. I however, managed to put it all to a screeching halt, and I am pretty sure I traumatized a few men in the process.
My close friend Dustin, was sitting there. Dustin, thin little Dustin who sings all the time and loves life, who was completely clueless about women.

Dustin: Can you feel it when it is actually coming out of you?!!!!

Narin: *STARES*.

The look of utter horror on his face was priceless. If I could have bottled it and kept that look for whenever I needed a new laugh I would have it with me all the time. Priceless. The guys scattered after that and I sat there laughing until I needed my inhailer.

You Sent Me Flying

I couldn't resist him

His eyes were like yours

His hair was exactly the shade of brown

He's just not as tall, but I couldn't tell

It was dark and I was lying down.

You are everything – he means nothing to me

I can't even remember his name

Why're you so upset?

Baby, you weren't there and I was thinking of you when I came.

How can I put it so you understand?

I didn't let him hold my hand

But he looked like you;

I guess he looked like you

No he wasn't you

But you can still trust me, this ain't infidelity

It's not cheating; you were on my mind.

License To Lie

License To Lie.

Your best friend.

Wants to know: If she looks fat in her new dress

The dreaded truth is: She could probably star in the sequel to Shallow Hal.

The honourable lie is: "Of course not,you look fabulous!''

Your licence:Maybe it was the dressing room mirror,maybe it was the lighting,maybe it was a touch of madness,but whatever led to it,your bestfriend just spend an awful lot of money on something that she think makes her look pretty damn good,Telling her that it makes her look like boiled potato would be tantamount to telling her that she is wrong .

Your boyfriend

Wants to know: If you've ever cheated on him

The dreaded truth is: You had a passionate one night stand a couple of years ago on a trip to South Africa.

The honourable lie is: "Of course not.''

Your licence: Chances are that few months ago,your relationship with your boyfriend was nowhere near as serious as it is now,What happened,happened because you were not yet completely committed to him.It is regrettable,but undersandable.Only you can judge whether your relationship is worth the guilt now,but if it is,the why let a good thing go to waste over something you know will never happen again?

Yourself

Wants to know: If you are an obsessive-compulsive
The dreaded truth is: That you are.

The honourable lie is: ''I am meticulous,thorought and precise.''

Your licence: Being obsessive-compulsive is not necessarily a bad thing.

A Child.

Wants to know: Why she shouldnt talk to strangers.

The dreaded thruth is: That she could wind up molested,raped and even dead.

The honourable lie is: "You are so cute that they might want to take you away and keep you for themselves!"

Your licence:A child's understandign of sex is practically non-existent,Little girls cannot gasp motivations behind the set let alone the motivations behind molestation or rape.There is no way you can paint a picture vivid enough for her to understand what rap is through words alone,so she might be inclinded to find out more about it from a stranger rather that avoid it althoughter-now,you wouldn't want that that on your conscience,would you?

Your Bestfriend's Boyfriend.

Wants to know: Why your bestfriend is not returning his calls.

The dreaded truth is: That he is soo yesterday,but your bestfriend can't fine the guts to tell him.

The honourable lie is: ''She's taking some time to think things over.I'll get her to call as soon as she can''

Your licence:Yes I know it would feel oh-so-satisfying to crush the creep's heart[and ego]to bits,but its NOT your place to do so.Break up via-best-friend is so tweens-big girls and boys do their own dumping,Just because your bestfriend cannot pluck up the courage to do so does not give you permission to.

Awaited Escapade

Wouldn't be updating for the next four days or so,

Narin has gone to a far far far far away island for holidays.(=

Typical Friday Nights

Ps: I Love You ;

Made me cry again .

I could watch that movie a trillion times, and i wouldn't fail to cry a trillion times too.

Espically the part , When it's the last letter Holly receives.

And it goes.

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 .

After crying to the movie,

I couldn't seem to sleep last night,No particular reason why .

So Kash and I decided to go well,uhm nowhere,yeah.

So he just drove

And somehow we ended up at sentosa.

Five in the morning at sentosa.

Oh once we entered sentosa, those guys stopped us,they were either cops or secruity guards or some officers,or god knows what.

Officer:May we see your identification?

Kash uneasily hands over his drivers license.

Officer: Kash Alphonse? Alphonse?

Kash: Er,yea?

Officer: Yeah, people have weird names nowadays. Once I pulled arrested this man-lady, and his legal first name was "Fuck".

Officer: He was Vietnamese, so it was spelled "Ph," but still that's pretty jarring to see on a drivers license.

Screw,it was real hilarious.

We than went to figure the difference in coke light,coke zero and coke lime.
Lifeless as it seems.

But seriously,all the three cokes tasted the same.

Same same same.

The night was beautiful, espically the stars.

It's very rare,when narin appreciates the beauty of stars.

We sat in the middle of the road for some time and talked over stuff-we-never-once-thought-that-we-will-be-talking-about.

Narin: Kash, can i ask you something.

Kash: What's the story morning glory?

Narin: Kash,What will happen if a car comes now?

Kash: We die.

Useless bag of trassh .

The night ended by losing my slippers in the water,

finding for a petrol kiosk, and yeah singing to oasis's songs.

A Shot of Rhythm & Blues

Oh I Managed To Get On The Top After Our Fifth Attempt.

Hhaha(=

Womanizer

Apparently I was just three minutes late.

And Jai was being a total drama queen as usual.

Hhaha.

They all had major issues with my dress.

Jai: Jesus fucking christ,where is the rest of the shirt?

Narin: It's a dress dumb,not a shirt.

Jai: *Slaps Forehead*Did you get raped on the train?

Narin: Not really.

Roopan: The three 'S'.

Jai: What cock you talking?

Roopan: Short sexy and seductive.

Narin: Wow,roopan the woman side of you started showing.

Siva: Sexay what,i likee,Narin turn around.

Roopan: Dont' bend its really short.

Narin: I'm not that dumb.

Jai: Short? Why dont you walk around naked?

Roopan: Oh narin call me when you do it, i wanna be the first one too seee!

Siva: Hello world,I still exsist here you know.

Jai,middle school called - they wanted their drama back .

Note: And the dress wasn't really that short,It was short. But not really THAT SHORT.

Too Much Is Never Enough

And So Taylor And I Were Webcamming Last Night(=

Taylor ; youdoneme says: So When will i see your face again ?

Taylor ; youdoneme says: When Will You Touch My Life Again?

Taylor ; youdoneme says: When Will I Breathe You In Again?

Taylor ; youdoneme says: I Think I Love Youuu...Will I See Your Face Again?

Νаrin Padaecki says: Oh that song, i likee.

Taylor ; youdoneme says: Can you like feel the lyrics?

Narin Padalecki says: Feel?lol

Taylor ; youdoneme says: I fucking miss you.So fucking much.

Narin Padalecki says: Okay Jesus will bless you.

Taylor ; youdoneme says: OMFG..he made you convert?lol

Narin Padalecki says: Stop being a prick.

Taylor ; youdoneme says: Damn,i miss you hun.

Narin Padalecki says: Hows everyone there?

Taylor ; youdoneme says: Focus topic = me missing you.

Taylor ; youdoneme says: Don't tie your hair, let it down.

Narin Padalecki says: Retardeddd.

Taylor ; youdoneme says: i can't wait for xmas,i've already booked you. no excuses.

Narin Padalecki says: Will consider,have to fit you into my hectic schedule.lol

Taylor ; youdoneme says: Don't make me kidnapp you,lovee

Taylor ; youdoneme says:I wish my lawn was emo.

Narin Padalecki says: Uhm why?

Taylor ; youdoneme says: So that it would cut itself. duh ?

Narin Padalecki says: Anyway,it must be so hard to watch your younger brother get married before you uh.

Taylor ; youdoneme says: Yes. Then I remember that I still get to have hot hate sex with random strangers and I feel SO much better (=

Narin Padalecki says: I think you should just admit that you're a big softy. That this whole cynical thing is just an act so that you can seem wounded, and mysterious, and sexy.

Taylor ; youdoneme says: Woah, woah, woah. What was the last one?

Narin Padalecki says: What?

Taylor ; youdoneme says: Did you say sexy?

Narin Padalecki says: No.

Taylor ; youdoneme says: Its OK if you do

Narin Padaelcki says: I don't.
Taylor ; youdoneme says: Come on narin,dont you have any needs?
Narin Padalecki says: No,I'm Jesus.

Sex & Roses

Jai:Narin,you know,you could almost say sex is like a rose.
Narin: Er,where's the link?

Jai: You see,If I passed a rose around the room and everyone took a petal, by the time it reached towards the end of the room, there'd be nothing left.

Narin:Are you drunk?

Jai:That's how sex works. When you decide to have sex with someone, you're giving a part of yourself to them. You never get it back, and if you're throwing yourself at too many people, there's just going to be nothing behind it anymore.

Narin:Jesus Christ,you are really wastedd.

[Jai points the middle finger]

Rendezvous

Een geheim is evenveel waard als degenen voor wie we het moeten bewaren.

[a secret is worth as much as the person for who you’re holding it]

He saw me. And his eyes changed.

They went from being open & curious & ready to take it all in like they always are to suddenly looking all soft & slept &--I know it sounds weird but--tender.

The skin at the edges of his eyes crinkled just slightly, like he was beginning to smile but didn't want to rush it. And his lips curved up just the barest amount, like the look between us was a secret we shouldn't give away.

And for that one moment it was like I was the only person in the room as far as he was concerned, & he was so happy to see me, & what's more, he fully expected me to be as happy to see him, which I was.

And that's how I knew.

Tear It Up

Something really wrong is happening a few doors down from me.

A nice, tall, I think it was an oak, tree is being cut down. For NO REASON. That tree has been there my entire life. I walked by that tree every day. And now they are KILLING IT. I put crappy pop music on to cover the horrible sounds of the chainsaws.They've already cut off the top, and now they are taking down the rest. It's like they are committing tree murder.

Sorry for the rant. I'm no tree hugger. But I'm just so mad that this tree that's been there for so many years, and has been there since my childhood, is being murdered. And there's nothing I can do about it.

PS: YOU WERE EVERYTHING FOR A WHILE.

Bohemian Rhapsody

desidero essere il vostrol tutto.

[i want to be your everything]

So Roopan called at eight,Just to tell me his judgements over the new starbucks logo,as absurd as it may seem he went on the new logo "has a naked woman on it with her legs spread like a prostitute." He went on to saying "Need I say more? It's extremely poor taste, and the company might as well call themselves, Slutbucks."

I went to watch 'What happens in vegas' with the Danny,Rizal And Kash.Oh yeah,had to bring Sharon along,although she didn't seem to understand the movie.She's seven for godness sake.But i swear she's a real pain.It was a fucking hilarious movie.Kash shut up okay the Coffeebean boy doesn't look like a mud okay.

Oh yes,I'm using my other number currently,Not the 81 , But the 9 something.

(=
So let's say that theoretically I really like you, and theoretically even though it sounds moronically cliche and overused,you give me butterflies.And just for kicks, let's add that all in theory of course you may be one of the most wonderful people I have ever met, and hypo-thetically my heart beats ten times faster when I talk to you.Do you think that you would supposedly (and in the most theoretical sense) feel the same way?

PS : I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND(:

Too Many Boys

Narin: how do i know if a boy loves me?

Taylor: it depends on how he treats you.
Narin: how should he treat me if he loves me?
Taylor: well does he treat you like i treat you?
Narin: not at all..
Taylor: then he doesn't truly love you.

Taylor your a mofo,i still don't get the logic behind what you said and you left.

Taylor went back to London today,After spending five months here. Taylor i'll miss the moments you spent laughing at me,trip me, then help me back up,pick me up & throw me in the pool,make me watch football for hours,take me to the arcade,beat me at air hockey,
I will sure miss you sweetheart,all the late nights,getting wasted,the night at ritz carlton,getting lost in malaysia,hardcore clubbing,shoe-shopping with you,our 4am escapades,water on mars,
uno games,walking home barefooted,movie maratoning,staying over at your grands,camwhoring,piggyback rides and all those little things i have done with you.
Nevermind,Another eight months time,and you'll be back for more.
(=

Okay so anyways,Everyone knwos Narin likes cute guys.not necessarily the hottest guy,

but the one that's clumsy & crazy & always makes me smile.you know what i mean?

like, he might not be abercrombie potential, but he still has all my attention.

no, not in the show-offy type of way, but in the i'm-totally-cool-with-who-i-am kind of way.like he can smile at me & i know we were meant for this, for us.it would be like,

he wouldn't always know what to say & when to say it, but he would want to.

because sometimes caring enough to try really is enough.and for us, it would be.

he'd be spontaneous, always doing something i would have never expected would make me fall in love.the kind of guy that is so proud to be yours.the kind that has an amazing family that you feel at home with.you know,

the kind of guy that is your best friend, but the only person you could ever see yourself with at the same time.he would love me for everything i am, for real,

not just say it like everyone else always does.he would mean it & i wouldn't have to think twice to know he was telling the truth. & maybe we'd be exact opposites, but that's what would make our relationship great.working at it.

because without the work, it wouldn't really be worth.

Oh and Rickesh,Thanks for your shirt today (: