Sunday, July 30, 2006


me:whats a rib? like a rib rib?
amanda: yea we eat ribs.
me: you eat the RIBS?
amanda: yea, the meat on it.
me: that's evil

Thursday, July 27, 2006


Caught your attention yet?

*haha* No..seriously. Ananda and I went on a BOObie rampage yesterday at LHC..we imagined situations in which humans might have 6 boobies like cats, or the Uniboob..where there's only one boob on the body. No offense, but its pretty intense to imagine a huge uniboob person versus one who might be flat chested. According to the boob expert, (aka Ananda) if a flat chested person went to the beach, their bikini would only be this tiny triangular patch. Me: *on floor clasping stomach with laughter & tears in my eyes* *almost choked on my sandwich*

I'm glad I'm di-boobed.

Dude, yesterday was SUPERB! The Cyborg made my dad's day! Not to mention he got a pistol! *pees pants* Seriously, that thing is HEAVY! And soo intensely cool. It just amazes me that humans have for centuries held within their power the ability to take life away from another. It is comforting that we can control that urge to kill random people, evil people. Ironically, i think having a weapon only a few feet away amplifies one's care in controlling such urges. Or is it vice versa?

O, and then ofcourse i almost DIED last night!!!!! Cats..they hate me or something, even though i absolutely fell in LOVE with Pickles! Hobbes has gorgeous eyes though, and he's a LOT more intensely interested in everything. Yea, I sneezed a few times, and then my nose started running like the Nile. My eyes were itching like crazy, and actually started swelling up when I got home! :o And then in the wink of milliseconds my voice COMPLETELY changed! For those of you don't know me, I have a really distinct squeaky 5-year old voice, atleast thats what it sounds like on voicemail. :) But o man, it got like gruff, like as if my vocal cords were inflammed! It was a pretty neat experience though, to experience myself with a different voice. I think the Cyborg and Ananda paid a lot more attention and took my "i hate you because you eat Tums every second of the day, so i'm going to kill you' threats a lot more seriously.

So, the reason why my flickr badge seems to be constantly stuck at the few pictures that are there...ahem, because *whispers* I forgot my flickr password. I could I? But that's just me. :)

I created LIGHT!!!! *EEE* I am God.

A gorgeous calligraphed dragon I found in some old mom/dad notes:

For those of ye who don't know what I look like or how gorgeous I am...

Monday, July 24, 2006

technological singularity

From God Slashdot:
NPR is releasing a series on the 'technological singularity' defined by God Wikipedia as:
"hypothetical "event horizon" in the predictability of human technological development. Past this event horizon, following the creation of strong artificial intelligence or the amplification of human intelligence, existing models of the future cease to give reliable or accurate answers. Futurists predict that after the Singularity, posthumans and/or strong AI will replace humans as the dominating force in science and technology, rendering human-specific social models obsolete."

What do you think? Are we nearing this so called Singularity? Is there such a thing? How far away from it do you think we are from it? What would that mean for the human race?

O and I found explains everything...

Your Birthdate: December 17

You tend to find yourself lucky - both in business and in life.
And while being wealthy is nice, you enjoy sharing your abundance with others.
You put your luck to good use: you are very ambitious and goal oriented.
Often times, you get over excited and take on more than you can manage.

Your strength: Your ability to make your own luck

Your weakness: Thinking you can do it all

Your power color: Bronze

Your power symbol: Half Moon

Your power month: August power month is August...I'm SERIOUSLY going to need that! :D

Tuesday, July 11, 2006


USA 9.11
Madrid 3.11
Mumbai 7.11

I grieve. I'm really sad. Mostly, I cannot comprehend what has happened, what KEEPS ON HAPPENING. How can humans be this way? How can we claim to love something so much that we are wiling to take the lives of others in order to be closer to the thing we love? How can humans be so cruel so as to consider completely worthless the innocent life of another? Should not our beliefs be our own? What gives us the right to impose our beliefs upon their death?!

No. We have no right to live like this. We have no right to live in hatred. We share this world together. We live together. And a part of life involves sharing our beliefs with each other, and accepting each other. It is unfair to take a human life. No matter what the reward. Millions of dollars...yes, money seems to be the only thing that governs our world now. That is all everyone wants..because with money comes power. And with power, omnipotence.

I cannot believe that those in power have thus far always stated that they are 'making progress.' What kind of progress are you making? Are you looking out for your own political interests, or are you truly caring for the people whom you serve? Are you more worried about how other countries will view you according to how you act, or will you EVER act? Or are you completely unsure, and clueless as to what to do? If so, WHY are you in power?!

It is terrifying how terrorist attacks are beginning to become a part of our daily lives now. Countries have begun to openly claim that they will be testing missile defenses..everyone wants missile defenses now! Why? Because honestly, our world has become a scary place to live in. We may not realize it; we go on bustling about our daily lives as if the rest of the world doesn't exist. Why does it have to take shocking events to shake us? To wake us from the slumber to which we will soon return, tomorrow? I am guilty of this. It is the truth. Simply the truth. What doesn't affect us directly shouldn't matter, right?

I don't understand. How can humans be so selfish? My world is a scary place to be in right now. I cannot imagine what more is yet to come.

Sunday, July 09, 2006

in love

Holy shit. I'm in LOVE WITH HRITHIK ROSHAN!!!! *EEE* *faints*

India's made a movie equivalent to that of Superman, called Krrish. Its kind of funny for me, because it still has indian songs randomly thrown in there, but atleast its a new kind of genre that Indian directors are finally trying! And OFCOURSE, its a hit!!!! I mean, with Hritik Roshan as the protagonist and all..*whew*


Enought about my flailings though. One of my 'art pieces' is showing at the Kalamazoo Institute of Arts!!! Wicked eh?! Seriously, my mom and dad kind of jokingly mentioned I should enter for the juried show, and then I found out that it got selected for exhibition!!! I mean, I've NEVER even taken an art class in my LIFE!!!! Anywho, they obviously kept it in a corner, at a spot where short people like the artist herself couldn't see the piece too well. *ech* Stupid tall people. They think they rule the world or something! :< (p.s. its at KIA on South Street until August 26! ...closes at 5pm each day) :D

Other than that, I'm going to take a not the vacation kind. Rather, quite the opposite. I've heard of so many people having studied their butts off for their MCATs, and since I haven't done that yet, and KNOW that I am very much capable of doing so, I shall depart to do so soon.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Ulysses, Alfred Lord Tennyson

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel; I will drink
Life to the lees. All times I have enjoy'd
Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea. I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known,-- cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honor'd of them all,--
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains; but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
to whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,--
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfill
This labor, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.

There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail;
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me,--
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads,-- you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honor and his toil.
Death closes all; but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks;
The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends.
'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,--
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.