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Okay this morning was cold, so I decided to waltz into the bookstore to purchase a sweater. I waltzed right back out (upon seeing the prices, you would swear that the sweaters came with a built in back massager!), I figured hey its Florida I'm pretty sure that I won't die of pneumonia, however I have started sneezing quite a bit since this morning.
Hey nice song is on AOL radio ...Last Christmas I gave you my heart, but the very next day you gave it away, this year December frontiers???* I'll give it to someone special'...

I'll give it someone special....That's you BD! Ha hah (that is if I had a heart!)
okies Bubbie I know that you will be ready to pop my head over that one but this morning when I called you to complain about bookstore prices you tell me to blog it that you woulda read it because you were to busy listening to lelia:(, so now I have to choice but to give all love and cheer to a certain person whose name rhymes with butter;)

What is with blogging now?
Is this the newest advance in communication technology? No more actual conversation. I have to blog something in order to communicate with a sister that I share a room with?

I had stuff to say, but I have forgotten, an immunology exam this morning already fried my brain cells. Andrew called on Monday to inform me about the exam today, I was yeah yeah, then he called back yesterday to inform me that chapters 21 and 22 will be on the exam as well, still yeah yeah, this morning at 10:30 am, I met him on my way to class...he was talking about all sorts of autoimmune diseases etc, I was still wondering oh Shit! Is the exam today!
take a wild guess how well my exam went!
So Sunday is my brother's b-day, I have my French final on Sunday. Now doesn't that just suck?Why is there a final on Sunday? How incredibly rude of those people. I hope that I get cake before I go because if I know myself I'll rush through the exam just so that I can run home and get cake!
the good thing about finals? I have a valid excuse for not attending two b-day parties this weekend! Yes!

Someone asked me, why do you celebrate Christmas...Well duh!!! A free present! Wouldn't you?
actually it is such a happy time, you just can't help it...

We are going to get a bigger Christmas tree tonight (artificial! I love my environment, do not condone the murder of real trees for cosmetic purposes)
I love decorating the tree!
damn it AOL radio just shut off again!
this is driving me Nucking Futs!
Firstly in order to sign into AOL I had to open firefox because AOL browser wasn't working and then it took about 10 attempts to sign into AOL music.

saw on AOL news some Asshole (this time a Belgian woman) became a suicide bomber, she failed, ended up just blowing up herself. Suits her right, justice was done. I think that she needed her head checked. On AOL the reported said' no one is immune' my question: immune from what the brainwashing stupidity?
My view:
Only a completely psychotic moron would ever believe that they are fighting a jihad, when no one has done anything to them and then Detonate a bomb if it is strapped to oneself.
any questions?

Also noted that South Africa is legalizing gay marriages...hmm
no real thoughts on that one, just noted it.

well on a more brighter note :
there is a version of pachebel's cannon called Christmas cannon, it is wonderful!
well thats enough babbling for now, my back hurts, gonna go hunt for some coffee...

*[ohhh its ' to save me from tears! not December frontiers' LOL]

chivilary...Isn't it awesome!

You know on some days when you do not feel so great about yourself it is the simplest gestures that can make one feel very happy.
yeah I guess that I am girly girl :D sometimes when a smile form a handsome stranger actually works wonders (especially when your hair is rebelling against ya) and a kiss and hug from an old friend even when you're dripping wet and crabby can work wonders. (Thanks Joe!)

Like when you are so late for class and frustrated trying to balance laptop, bookbag , purse and coffee, and wearing heels! and a stranger rushes ahead of you to open the door.
In contrast what I do not get about some people is their absolute refusal to open doors for others and simple task like that. This guy thinks (I am actually thinking of a real person , selfish dude actually) that he's so smart, I wonder if he realises that brains aren't all that it takes? The manly man (yeah right! caveman more like! The grunting a big bad wof isn't in. nor the queer little asshole who is such a nerd that (okay I'll stop on that one;)))
Who knows maybe I am shallow but attitude can turn a frog into a prince and even a Brad Pitt into the biggest loser.
I like having a door opened for me and guess what I do open doors for others and will even wait for the person to come through as well.
Once in New York, I smiled at an old man and said hello, he got angry and asked me what was so good about life that I should smile...
well what reason is there to NOT SMILE?
Today in starbucks the kid asked me about the malt in my coffee, if its good ( I am an addict). you betcha!
Hey try this, keep a straight face and then smile , you can actually feel your self become less tense, it is good for your soul. See how naturally the smile comes ...or if you are reading this smile for me:)
I will smile at an absoulte stranger, Isn't it fun to make small talk with someone in a long line rather than bitch about the length of the line.
Do you ever wonder how a simple action on your path can brighten the day of some passer by and mansifest a little bit of magic into a boring day?
I probably sound like a ditzy teenager, who knows maybe I am.

As a note: I mean chivilary in the broadest sense of the word, as just a simple act of 'niceness' from one human to another, it has nothing really to do with gender roles here

virology class II

take home message from virology class today :
teacher to class:

' you are all really dum, thing is try not to show it' :P ...on our exam taking skills! ha hah

as I told a kid this morning, I am not sure if I'll go to class , I only go there to amuse myself:D

philosophy 101!

D'accord!
This actually works! try it :D
Tow real life examples:
Vami decided to venture into the uncharted terriory in the kitchen that is called a stove and she decied to cook, strategy here:
---she never gets asked to cook again:P

Second case:
I had been given 10 tiny cell vials to label, well since I was bored and had time to kill I took the little sharpie and labelled them in my prettiest and most legible handwriting....
Next day i walk into lab and there is about 125 tiny vials to label with 4 different sets of instructions...so go figure:P

Why do they try to kill me broke?

So this morning I realised that I had forgotten to post a book to a kid, I go into the post office and give the book to the lady. $11.95 to NY, I am like say what? You've got to be kidding , book rate? She then looks at me stupidly, book rate, You didn't say so. I ask her why now? It is a book isn't it? Then she is rude enough to tell me 'yeah its Monday morning for you' to which I couldn't help myself I ask 'yeah its Monday do you know where your brain is?' I think that I pissed her off even more because she still charged me an exorbitant price to mail the book, had I gone to a real post office and not this stupid university post office I am sure that I would not be ripped off, plus I am pretty sure that they would not have taken half an hour to figure out the price:S yeah university students and simple math, aren't we just the creme de la creme! I dunno why everything on campus is inflated to 250% of the normal price! You should check out the bookstore...they probably laugh so hard at us after we leave
Well you can tell that finals are nearing because there are hardly any computers available and almost everyone has MSword open as they are trying to rush those term papers, myself included. I got an assignment today to write down all the protocols for cell culture...geezums!
take home French exam is due today, ha watch me get a B! This will be embarrassing but hey I tried my best, I considered cheating a bit and using google's translation tool but I figured hey the exam is already take home, at least I should attempt it by myself and see if I can learn something. (it took me 2 hours to write a 200 word French essay on a weekend at the beach:(...Foreign languages are definitely not my specialty. if I fail then I will be happy knowing that I least I did it by myself and gave it a shot (not my best shot but still a shot:D)
so now onto my protocols. For cell culture firstly it is a pain in the ass, you have to keep your self at least 6 inches under the hood in UV light (great now my DNA will for thymine diamers and mutate). Secondly you have to be fast and precise...Listen I can hardly talk and walk at the same time how am I supposed to do that?
hmm I am thinking that I would have to come up with something a little bit more sensible than that to turn into my professor.
well anyway lemme wrap up here and find a corner to review my French paper.

pic of *collectible quaker oats can* :D and Raj's new deck of cards

Yeah I have nothing better to do:D
thats my homework station. The yellow phone is a phone I got for $10 off e-bay when cingular refused to replace my old phone after it fell and broke in half. But about the other stuff,
I was not aware that there were scissiors and stuff there!

You know on Toshiba's user's manual it states how to avoid injury with your computer: One thing was to not sit on your ass all day in front of it :D. They were right! I think I'm paralysed now from sitting here all day:( and the subluxation in my back has gotten worse (chiropracter claims that I have one , I think he's has a moron---for other undiscolosed reasons). Just took a very long hot shower ( was avoiding it actually but decided on it to sorta use the hot water as a massager :D). So I guess bathing has its merits afterall:).

*All Fours* No, not what you peverts think , but yes it is a game

Vami introduced Raj to the world of all fours and he just came over with a fresh new pack. we just played a couple games, I lost because Vami and Raj cheated, she told him my cards and he didn't obey trump rules:(...
Now this is a pretty interesting game, you use the cards almost as if they were pieces on a chess board, and isn't it mad fun to 'hang jack' of someone you don't like. you gotta know the game to know what that means! they say you 'call out the jack' with a higher trump card and 'hang em high!'
Memories, I learned this game in high school, we would skip our classes (economics mainly...you couldn't pay me to attend that class, the teacher was boring and not a pretty sight (I'm trying to be nice but she used to scare me) and hang out in the elcetrical science classroom ( where all the 'cool' ie non geeks hung out playing this.)
I remember getting caught once, the vice principal told me to report myself to the dean. Eh? Am I really that stupid to report myself to the dean and give myself suspension for a week? Instead I called upon my math teacher and I talked him into claiming that I was with him all lunch hour studying (in case anyone asked) :D
Ah! The thrill of youth, cards were forbidden in high school, that made it all the more enjoyable to play. All fours was especially banned because of the fights that would break out and the gambling that would take place.
At the time when we should have been studying for our CXC exams I busied myself learning all the strategies of the game, well Chess was not forbidden, I had learned that around the same time too, but since the 'cool' people hung out at the all fours table that was where I was at:D..yeah once I wanted to be with the in crowd. Now my friends think that I'm weird since I do not care to be cool or "in" anymore, although I still think that this game is wicked cool! It requires the skill and tactics of chess, but its a lot more exciting! I remember coming home and teaching the game to my bro and sis they loved it! But guess what , playing cards was banned in my house ( because its bad luck). Nevertheless I had talked my father into buying me a deck of cards, we played hidden for weeks until my mom found out, she wanted to burn the cards. Finally we decided upon a compromise ~ we could play cards as long as it was in the patio and not in the house:D...Ey worked for me!
Finally mom banned the game for good because my cousin and bro couldn't accept the fact that bami and I were just clever players and they insisted that we had cheated and marked the cards...well the queen of hearts did have a slight white mark on it (I Swear though we didn't put it there, I was just sly enough to notice that it was, along with some other flaws on a few cards)
FYI ALL FOURS
rules of the game: RULES allfours

family chats

Tomorrow is thanksgiving so everyone is relaxed tonight, sitting together freezing watching the news. Suddenly my father decided to put in his part of the discussion. 'Ey allyuh guess what I have a collectible Quaker oats can!. Say what??????? I promptly spat out my diet mountain dew and laughed so hard that I almost choked. My mom looked as if she was going to pop (she was laughing so much) Why would I want an empty Quaker oats can even if it is collectible?

Oops I had completely forgotten to post this. Well the end of my four day weekend is here and I am actually on top of everything even though I wasted 3.5 days just chilling (trust me a much needed break from this world). I am slightly depressed by the realization that I must go into lab tomorrow. Maybe with my music and head banging knocked out a few screws from my head and transported me back to that period where I see myself standing at a great precipice. Problem is that I did step over that precipice and now I feel like a stranger looking at that girl who had made the wrong turn. I do not feel any connection to that girl. I guess that my apathy has spread to even my heart, where I do not experience actual emotions anymore. A long while ago I had embraced a resolution to not care about what the world thinks, so far this has kept me going strong, Although, sometimes I am pulled back into the smoldering cloud of society and I become disturbed by an opinion.
Sometimes I wonder about my sanity, I think that maybe I am slightly insane, and the incredible part about it is that I do not want to fix it. I am happy with the way I am.
I wonder what exactly happiness is. I do believe that I am happy, yet I can only experience an emotion for a short while and then like a whisper it disappears. I wonder what it would feel like to rise above everything else and be unaffected.
I do not know myself, and I do nott think that I would care to. Like a diamond, everyone sees a different face, yet it is essentially the same carbon core. We all put worth on a diamond why? Because it shines but what exactly is the purpose? The only useful doe not shine! I am an entity, but sometiwouldn't you just want to be a cloud of smoke? Not solid, not concrete, not bound to the ties of this world? So many ropes can tie a being down. When we want to think a thought why do we stop ourselves, when we want to write down that thought why we are then afraid ourselves?
Hmm I better wrap up this now and get back to the boring facets of reality.

my nanny and nana

Today I finally saw a pic of my grandfather, my mother's father. I had never seen his picture before and I still cannot believe that it is him. I waited on my mom to come home from work in order to verify that the man in the pic was my grandfather. When my mom came home, I showed her the picture on my pc and she said yes that is daddy. My uncle had this pic for ages now at the family house in Guyana, my mom had moved to Trinidad and married my dad and well we never had a pic, he had refused to make copies of the pic and distribute it. Today his daughter sent the pic to my bro via e-mail. For that I am grateful. It was the first time my dad saw a pic of him too. he asked to see it twice! Yeah this pic is a really big deal for us. Now I feel a little bit more grounded, instead of a fruit just hanging from a branch, now I have more stability to a family tree:D. My mom doesn't talk much about her parents( I wish she would!) however my dad likes to sit us down and give us all the stories from his childhood ( I love those!)

WILL Post my dad's mom and dad pic here as soon as I get it.
I never knew any grandparent, but I am eternally grateful that I have my parents:D. I remember the day my nanny died, I didn't cry or anything because I didn't know her, but when my mom came home and my dad told her, I started to cry when I saw how much my mom started crying. It was probably the first time that I ever really saw my mom cry.

The Filght that Fought Back

I was just watching a documentary on discovery channel, yeah the tears are building, it is The Flight that Fought Back.
In the letter from the king of all idiots Osama to his minions he wrote sharpen you weapon so that the slaughter is fast and you do not cause distress. Distress? it said remember that you are on a mission for God? Screw which idiot without an inkling of sanity would think that killing is not distress, and that he is doing God's will?! Yeah humanity now? What the hell? What about all the people who were roasted alive in that hellish inferno. Idiots!, no worse than that they are the worst of the scum on the earth, they are the feces of the feces eating bacteria. That is what they are. Yeah the airlines had a job to do and the security was not tight enough but look at the animals that boarded that flight! My God were they even humans? The documentary showed that idiot learning martial arts moves so that he can kill in small space. Its self defense fool, you don't learn things like that to kill people. What God would ever praise such killing? He attended flight school and learned to laugh and joke with the rest of the students so that he doesn't seem suspicious. He learned to laugh? Look at the mindset of a killer, take a look into mind of a psychopath.
You know what, so what if Americans sometimes drink and smoke, even under intoxication they don't go out and kill people like some rabid lunatic. Imagine these killers were not intoxicated. Yeah but guess what they were brainwashed...On that I shall say no more.
Now looking at the people that fought back. True soldiers, they knew that they were going to die yet they fought back to save others from a bigger calamity.
In the documentary they showed a short clip into each of the lives of those passengers onboard.
you cannot watch this documentary without feeling the strongest pangs of sorrow just ripping out at your heart. Yeah idiots for all your training civilians beat ya! Matyrs ? You know what SCREW YOU! you're a rabid Suicide Killer. Rabid thats the word! Rabid and rotting thats your mind. Yeah die and go to heaven, I hope that your seventy two virgins chop your organ into 72 pieces and feed it to you!

animal cruelty

Saw this story on AOL.
Picture 1: Sir Idiot tries to domesticate a wild animal by beating it. Now think which creature is more wild, the man or the the cub, how about someone knocks him upside the head over and over again so that he can be domesticated. It appears that he is more primitive that even the cubs. Picture 2: the cubs are tied to a fence, their mother died and the owner bought them off poachers. ( Question ,why are there still poachers?)

In a nutshell : This fool of a restaurant owner in Ethiopia forces the cubs to fight so that he can amuse the village kids. U.S. troops ["...The Djibouti-based task force provides intelligence-gathering help to countries in the region, tries to bolster cooperation and border protection, and mounts humanitarian projects aimed at improving the U.S. military's image among Muslims."] found the animals, the one on the right is blinded and gave them medical care and offered to fly the cubs back to errrrr SAFETY, but the absolute idiot refuses to let the cubs go. Please do note: there are wild life laws there but somehow this muddleheaded moron is above them???? No man we gotta keep our image up and be nice to this idiot even if he is the bigger animal (ignore literal meaning).
He utterly refuses to hand them over unless he is paid. I cannot believe that animals like this (NOT THE CUBS, think restaurant owner) exist. This unbelievable moron has an opportunity to turn the cubs in so that they can get medical treatment and do something good (probably for the first time in his life) and he refuses. He has no at all respect for the animals. My suggestion slap the stupid idiot and take the animals from him, there is a wildlife law after all in Ethiopia, so uphold the damn thing! Or wait when we say wildlife , do they mean protect the idiots?
I saw a poster up in school once which showed a pic of a man beating an animal and it said if he can do this he can also do this ---> the other pic showed him beating his family.
Yeah there is animal cruelty all over the world, but how about at least spare these two? You cannot change anything unless if someone tries right?
yeah yeah yeah, I used harsh language, so what? obviously diplomacy has failed with this fool so lets do things in a way he understands.
here is the link for those of you who wish to read a more civil version
http://aolsvc.news.aol.com/news/article.adp?id=20051125090009990003&ncid=NWS00010000000001

remembering nemo and porgito

Sometimes we never realise how much even a little creature can mean to us. Today nemo and porgito died. I think that it was because of high chlorine in their water. I had changed their water and put in the conditioner, but I guess that it wasn't enough for the little fishies. nemo was a little survivor, I was always scared for little nemo, she had this habit of floating upside down for no reason, and then she would flip over and swim normally so when I saw little nemo floating upside down I was startled but I still tried to get her to respond, however the tears came rushing when I looked up and saw porgito floating in the tank. Poor porgito, I used to go up to their tank and make kisses and sing to them (porgito used to dance:D). These little souls meant so much to me.
today shivy came by (little 3yr old couz, he came into my room insisting that nemo and porgito were hungry, he knows porgito by name, I told him no shivy you cannot feed them, if you feed them too much they will die. the poor kid insisted so much he said please just a little bit so I gave in and said okay shivy just a little bit. that was the last time they were fed, after I had put them into the water, I thought twice about feeding them since they had eaten earlier. I used to just stare at them whenever I was home alone, I would just go and look at them, each one with their own sweet personality, porgito was a brave pudgy little guy, nemo the crazy little pretty fish that kept to herself. I miss them. my brother just came home, he walked into the kitchen and asked where are the fishes, vami told him that they are in the fridge (we will bury them tomorrow) he asked why are they in the fridge. he couldn't believe that they are dead.
I guess that these little darlings were loved by everyone in the house.
The little red guy in the pic is stitch, he was put into a seperate tank because of his habit of hitting porgito in the head. the pic was taken on divali night, I was taking pics of all family members :), I still remember blowing bubbles in their tank with a straw after we lost power for the hurricane. Thankfully little stitch survived, I guess because he's a beta and the conditioner is best for betas, I am sure that stitch misses his buddies porgito and nemo.


The pic with shivy was taken the day after nemo and porgito died. The inncoence of a child, he did not want to believe me when I said that they had died. When he had figured that no one was looking and he stole this chair as silently as alittle 3 year old can and went searching for nemo and porgito:(

ready to rock, ready to roll! life here I come

I am thinking about how music can heal...
listening to HEART (for those of you who do not know, HEART performed the chartbusters 'all I wanna do is make love to you', 'alone' and 'these dreams':D )and its taking me back to a period in my life before a not so good relationship. It is like how the computer has a restore point, so too music is able to take the mind back to a point before any kind of trauma and start afresh. I have had two days off and of course my professors saw to it that I would have enough work to occupy my time with, but I have had the most wonderful time listening to my ROCK and ROLL and headbanging here by myself...good thing for speakers however unfortunatley for the other members of my household they have to put up with me screaming lyrics at the top of my lungs...I am remembering those days when I used to take long showers and scream out the lyrics to Heart's alone:D...
then my life changed and I guess singing and living ceased. nandini was no more but instead a pliable creature was born, one who could be moulded to listen and fit into the life of another...
ah how I wish that the volume on this computer were more loud, I want to be consumed completely in it!

According to shaggy

To be a true playah, yuh haffie know how to play:D...True
(please don't confuse the names of those you're playing;))
elaboration on phone conversations try to avoid names when talking,
on messenger conversations if you must use names at least look at the window before typing.
and most important never call the wrong name when in person..Names like honey, babe darling etc etc were invented to avoid such mishaps;)

and if caught always remember...IT WASN'T ME

he heh...love this song

Sweat baby, sweat baby, sex is a Texas drought
Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about
So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts
Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert and you're getting two thumbs up
You've had enough of two-hand touch, you want it rough, you're out of boundsI want you smothered,
want you covered like my Waffle House hashbrowns
Coming quicker than Fed Ex, never reach an apex
Just like Coca-Cola stock you are inclined To make me rise an hour early just like daylight savings time (do it now)
You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel (do it again now) You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel (gettin' horny now)
Love, the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket
Like the lost catacombs of Egypt, only God knows where we stuck it,
Hieroglyphics, let me be Pacific, I wanna be down in your South Seas
But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean Means "Small Craft Advisory"
So if I capsize on your thighs high tide B-5 you sunk my battleship
Please turn me on, I'm Mr. Coffee with an automatic drip
So show me yours, I'll show you mine, "Tool Time"
You'll Lovelett just like Lyle And then we'll do it doggy style so we can both watch "X-Files"
(do it now) You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel (do it again now)
You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammalsSo let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel (gettin' horny now)
You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel (do it again now)
You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel (do it now)You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammalsSo let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel (do it again now)You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammalsSo let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel (gettin' horny now)

Blood hound gang-‘The Bad Touch’

he he the lyrics are outta this world

Just babbling...Waiting for immunology class

starbucks has started serving its Christmas blend ( aromatic and delicious with a hint of cinnamon and other Christmas spices;) ) yummy, a must have for coffee drinkers.
also why not ask for a shot of malt in your coffee the next time you seem to waltz into starbucks. Not only does it add an extra coziness to the taste but it also gives you a packing load of B vitamins.
Finally there is need for a light sweater in Florida.
Today is a beautiful day, its calm, I feel like a solitary figure looking at the world.
why is this thing seeming like a journal entry and not a blog?
well so far the morning is fresh and I haven't observed much to think on or write on.
I met vishal this morning, he compared me to a macaroni ( in that another girl seemed like a spaghetti ...Interesting although according to vami I'm more like a ziti .
FAU houses some weird students.
This kid has peeked into my cubicle about ten times so far? note to all you guys, if you must check out a girl don't make it too obvious... A smile and slight stare will suffice, you don't have to keep on leaning back in your chair peeking, I guess that I must seem like an amusing specimen or maybe someone that he knows. Ah the ever popular icebreaker...Do you have the time? Sure let me check my phone...Ah can I have your number? NOT smooth! Ha hah...
okay kid is probably wondering why is this girl staring at me...She must be a weirdo (KID HOW TRUE)...Now onto breaking the mood with a growling stomach that scares the life outta kid so he gets back to his studying:D he heh

1. Interesting factoid: Sabin polio vaccine: grown in monkey kidney cells , therefore it is attenuated to grow only in those conditions, it needs factors from monkey's kidney's cells to survive, so if I inject you with this virus, your antibodies will recognise the epitopes of the virus and memory cells will multiply but you will not be infected unless you happen to have monkey kidney cells;)

2. Tb vaccine must be given a booster every 10 years...now why do HMO's refuse to pay for this?

Upon entering immunology class I learn 2 things:
1. Hartman experienced diarrhea last night that shifted his immune system to the TH 2 subset because of bacterial infection from his dinner.
2. A flu shot will fix his immune system back to the TH1 subset

Harry Potter

Ever since the first movie was released, I have been caught in the magical world of Hogsworth. The first time I saw Harry potter, my dad and I watched it three times in one weekend. It was incredible and well made. The special effects just got better with each movie. Harry potter is just one of those movies that you must drop everything you're doing and watch. It draws you in like a magic rope, snaring the viewer, spinning them into the surreal realm of wizards and witches.

There is so much in this movie that just draws on human emotions, the innocence of Potter, the friendship and bond between the three outcast friends, the plot that keeps you snared and chained to your seat while you are completely bound to a 2.5 hour long movie. They used children in the movie , right there they captured the audience, to have a young orphan facing all kinds of wizardy and magic. I was so afraid for Harry with his innocent face and his little friends, you just learn to love these kids, they are adorable.

It brings a sadness too in that you want to be a child and stay in this world where wizardy is possible and magic reigns instead of growing up and being stuck in the world of the muggles where there are jobs that drive you insane, classes that kill you slowly and people that just cannot dream.

I saw the movie over a month now, and I am finally finishing this post:D. During that time I have caught about each of the first three movies at least twice. re-watching these movies you catch subtle things everytime that were made comprehensible by seeing the sequels and you just learn to like the movies more each time!

I cannot wait to see the next movie!

Eminen

have you ever heard the lyrics to the songs from this little creep?
one song in particular made me wonder what kind of a psychotic sociopath this guy is.
he sings a song about women, calling them bitches and whores.


makes me wonder, do guys look at women as just that?
as some object to simply fuck and then be done with?
are they aware that women are no longer just pretty dolls that they can play with?
that we do in fact walk, talk, breathe and guess what THINK!
I am thinking about a scenario
Mr overstressed is driving home form work, he is thinking about his pregnant girlfriend and how in hell is he going to afford a baby. He puts on our glorified eminen's Cd and listens to him babble on nonsesne lyrics...his mind goes back to emine's video of Dido and him and he conjures up a plan...next song helps him further realise that women are just bitches and whores so he pulls into his driveway, steps out takes his magnum, walks up to his bitch and pops her one in the head. why? she's replacable anyway, just another whore who got herself pregnant.

eminen was divorced...I wonder why?

lesson in virology class 11-17-05

NK (natural killer) cells are known as the snipers of the immune system, they are born killers.
Now in virology class my teacher is describing the non-specific killing in NK cells.. he asks,
can you indiscrimnately kill somebody? try it! ( can you believe this Guy). then he say's no first you must choose and kill hence we have the CTL's ( cytoxic T cells that are specific as to the cells that they kill).
he then makes a comparison between the NK cells and the CTL's; how will you kill a rabbit? one shot with a cannon or with a pellet gun? cannon is good because yeah now we know that rabbit is dead, but there will be no more rabbit either and a big mess, similarily NK cells if activated to start killing will destroy all other cells...Aha , if they recognise MHCI molecule on target cell they will not kill because they recognise it as self so do not be scared (all nucleated cells have MHCI). so moral of story, specific cell killing with CTL's are better than non-specific killing with NK cells. and if you wanna kill a rabbit do not use a canon.

too bad the kid whose head kept on bobbing because he was sleeping in class when teacher spoke all this hardly caught onto any of the humor or morals learned.
...me? I'm just an observer

Now my analogy:
body:society
NK cells :terrorist ( non specific natural born killers)
MHCI molecule-you belong to a certain sect or religion that saves you since you are now recognised as self ...all other cells you better express this molecule or die!
CTL's : government and law ( recognises the bad cells/ people and trys to get rid of them...however as with auto immune diseases, these cells screw up and destroy the body/society)

a flaw in my analogy...NK cells can protect the body upon infection...I do not see any usefulness in terrorists

a bothersome experience

One minute we were laughing with each other and then we entered the room...
one by one I helped him pick them up by their tails, an put them in the chamber, the walls were painfully clear. They looked perfectly healthy to me, they did not know, we spread white paper on the base and put them in about 10 at a time. the room looked like an ordinary storage room, but the ominious gas line running above gave it the air of a morgue. the little rats started playing with each other and with a deft expression he slowly turned on the gas. with a face, pallid as death itself he explained that he gives a high dose of the carbon dioxide because they die faster and struggle less. they did not struggle, their playing slowed down and then they stretched out and lay dead, we left the gas on until the last little leg had stopped twitching. it was over, they were dead, all of them, laying on top of each other. It was unbelievable, one minute they were just playing and the next they lay still...Death. In the room there was a huge walk in chamber, I asked himw aht was it for, he said he did not know. I wondered what if someone has pushed me into that chamber and had turned on that gas, would I have died as peacefully? I doubt it.
we put the bodies in a black trash bag and walked out of the room, I thought a lot about the selection process earlier that day, I wondered about the randomness of this world.
walking away from the refrigator, I can still see those little wihite bodies , still soft lying on top of one another

gulliver's travel's 'A voyage into the country of the houyhnhnms'

Gulliver's travels is a wonderful book that satirizes human nature . Read the parts in bold to see what I mean. Maybe then I can entice you to read the book.


Jonathan Swift is renowned for his very satirical style of writing. His essays and novels are mainly satires about European society. One such book is Gulliver’s Travels. Gulliver’s Travels is divided into four parts in which Swift mock certain aspects of human behavior. The fourth part of Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels, “A Voyage into the Country of the Houyhnhnms” is about a man (Gulliver) who finds himself in a society governed by horses (Houyhnhnms) and plagued with horrific creatures (Yahoos). In this story Swift satirizes human pride, greed and treachery.
Human pride is a major theme in the story however, it is ridiculed by Swift. The Yahoos are vile and hideous creatures, yet they believe that they are beautiful. Gulliver’s master (a Houyhnhnm) states, “…the Yahoos were known to hate one another mores than they did any different species of animals; and the reason usually assigned, was the odiousness of their own shapes, which all could see in the rest, but not in themselves.” This statement shows human vanity and their instinctual dislike for any creature they think are not as beautiful as themselves. Swift draws a parallel between the Yahoos who are repulsive and the nobility in his society who are described as having a “…weak, diseased body, a meager countenance and sallow complexion…”
The Houyhnhnms are the opposites of the Yahoos. They reflect an ideal because they live a simple life and are ignorant of human vices. However they depict pride because they consider themselves better than Gulliver and refuse to accept or acknowledge the concept of anything outside of their norm. Excessive pride is shown in their mating habits since they are extremely careful to choose a mate that “…will not make any disagreeable mixture in the breed.” Gulliver himself shows his pride when he refuses to be seen as a Yahoo and thinks of his fellow men as Yahoos. He tries to be like the Houyhnhyms whom he also sees as ideal and perfect creatures.
A contrast between the Yahoos and the Houyhnhnms is that they live to satisfy their wants and needs respectively. The Houyhnhnms live simply and eat a very simple diet of oats and milk in order to sustain them. However the Yahoos are gluttonous creatures and gorge themselves on any rotting meat or food they can find. The master says, “ For if you throw among five Yahoos as much food as would be sufficient for fifty, they will, instead of eating peaceably, fall together by the ears, each single one impatient to have all to itself…” He (the master) also points out that the yahoos fight over a stone that is abundant in the country yet they cannot have enough.(remind you of how we act over useless gems)
The Houyhnhnms compare the greed and excessiveness of the Yahoos to the people in Gulliver’s society. Swift ridicules the people of his own society and their want for the ‘exotic’. The gluttony of the Yahoos could be compared to the fussiness of the nobility who do not eat to satisfy their needs but instead demand exotic and elaborate dishes to please their palette. Another parallel is drawn with the stone that the Yahoos collect to that of a diamond. The stone is pretty but has no real value when it comes to being useful in aiding the livelihood of the Yahoos. Nevertheless they are greedy and want all the stones that they can find because it is coveted amongst them. Similarly a value can be seen as useless because it only holds monetary value and the only reason people want a lot of it is because it is attractive and sought after.
In his explanation of his native land, Gulliver states the unfairness of the law because men in authority use it to fulfill their own selfish means in becoming richer. Swift satirizes the lawyers and affirms their greed by saying that the profession is very unjust and they do not protect morals and virtue but in fact tries to debilitate the virtues in society. He says that a lawyer can be bribed (which is most often the case) and that the only reason they will refuse a bribe is if it contradicted the evils of their profession and made them actually fight for justice. In satirizing the lawyers he (Swift) also ridicules his society because they have forged the law to satisfy their own greed because they can use it to steal the riches of another in the name of justice.
Treachery is a rather unfortunate drawback to human nature. We see a definite contempt of human treachery when the master of the house compares the behaviors of the Yahoos to the people in Gulliver’s society. The master of the house, (a Houyhnhnm) believes that Gulliver has “said the thing which is not” (lied) when he explains his about society and the murderers in it. The Houyhnhnm cannot understand the reasons that warrant men to be deceitful and murder one another.
Gulliver tries to explain the reasons for war amongst his people to the Houyhnhnm however, in doing so Swift illustrates the pettiness and trivialities that lead men to detest one another and be treacherous. Swift writes (on the reasons for war), “…the corruption of ministers, who engage their master in a war in order to stifle or divert the clamor of the subjects against their evil administration. Differences in opinions hath cost millions of lives…” When viewed through the eyes of Gulliver, who is amongst the peaceful Houyhnhnms we see that war and treachery are simply products of human vices. The master commented that he could not blame the Yahoos for their cruelty, because it was not something that they could control. On the other hand he said that humans were void of reason and had only the quality to increase their vices because Nature did not outfit them as She did the Yahoos, with claws nor a body to maim each other.
“ A Voyage to the country of the Houyhnhnms”, is a remarkable illustration of human nature because it shows humans at their worst (the Yahoos) and a picture of what we should strive to be like (the Houyhnhnms). However in portraying an ideal for society he also points out that we cannot rid ourselves of all our vices because the Houynhnhnms were also very vain creatures. One can learn from these almost comical characters and see that if we succumb to our vices and fight each other then we are no better than the hideous Yahoos.

megladon tooth..found it while fossil hunting ,
arcadia FL

An apple a day

An apple a day keeps the doctor away.
Now how many of you know this idiom but still doesn't know what it means? Well lets start off by looking at the nutrient content in an apple. An apple is a great source of water, carbohydrates,fiber, protein, minerals,Vits. A, B, & C, iron, and potassium. C'mon people you just can't go wrong there look at the nutrients, compare that to a bag of potato chips. An apple has more fiber content than most hot or cold cereals so imagine getting a serving of dietary fiber every day in that one apple. Many people lack dietary fiber in their diet and this leads to other health problems. If one wants to maintain their cholesterol level why not try an apple first before going to prescription drugs, since it has dietary fiber. I am sure that mister apple has less side effects:D
you know having enough fiber in your diet helps maintain your sanity. As they say, there are two types of people in this world, those who can go and then the poor souls who can't. But we'll save that philosophy for another post:D
so folks an apple a day can sure as hell keep the doctor away and for the other serving of fruit that is recommended why not try a handful of berries , most of them are loaded with fiber and antioxidants.
still not convinced then try this for your reading pleasure
goodapple



Note: If eating an apple scares you, take the apple cut it into bite size pieces and eat the pieces as you would grapes or cherries...its the same strategy as cutting a sandwich into little pieces for kids , I am sure that it would not kill ya.

:S

news article caught my eye:
chic_hijab

once I heard a girl state that she wears the hijab so that she is unnoticed ( WHICH IS BIZZARE IN ITSELF CONSIDERING THAT SHE'S LIVING IN THE US AND 99% OF WOMEN HERE DO NOT WEAR IT SO OF COURSE SHE WILL BE NOTICED, BUT NOW YOU CAN BE FASHIONABLE WITH IT TOO... about the caps ignore it no signifance I just hit the key by accident. anyways she felt that she was compelled to wear it, just tweak the islamic laws a little bit here and there so that at least one can look attractive to a muslim brother while at it. honestly why all the makeup with hijab, cover up but then decide to stand out???)
seems as if it has become pop culture now, well to each his own as they say, going back to my earlier posts let each man choose his path and live his own life.

Now on that note , if someone choses to smoke then fine let them, but what happens when I am eating my apple peacefully because I want to choose something healthier and this moronic smoker comes up to me and starts up a conversation while puffing smoke directly into my face and on my apple as well. he said that I looked like newton with my apple , dare I say what I felt he looked like with a lighted stick coming out of his mouth and puffing smoke for what reason???
I have heard about sharing the love and all that but what I would love to know is why do smokers insist on sharing the toxins?

buddhist wisdom

At a time when people are so conscious of maintaining their physical health by controlling their diets, exercising and so forth, it makes sense to try to cultivate the corresponding positive mental attitudes too.-His Holiness the Dalai Lama, 1963.

In looking at buddhism one wonders why did the west have to go and try to put their influence in it as well. everything is a fad...if you want to be buddhist you have to dress a certain way, shave your head you know look like one of those dudes in one of the many stupid fad forming cheap hollywood flicks.

I am buddhist, I am hindu, I am christian, I can be anything I want, I do not know why it is necessary or why there must be an initation to follow a particular belief. then again why do I even need a religious demonination, what I will say are the teachings that I do not accept:D.

Man is always trying to group things look at linneus he created a system of kingdom, familly, order, genus, species, family, and we find ourselves grouped into the homo sapiens, if that isn't enough now we must group ourselves based on sex, then how about race, add some spice differentiate with respect to culture , even more with respect to position in society, how about we seperate ourselves based on religion now...

okay now going back to buddhism and maybe here I will continue my post on siddhartha, what the reader notices about this character is that they do not really feel for him as a seperate person, because he is every man not a single person. hesse portrayed man and his basal qualities and his ablitty to enlighten himself and find peace. siddharta often said that he only had three skills, he knew how to fast, how to wait and how to think.

Now how many of us lack all three???

looking at man today, even those who call themselves buddhists etc are a far cry from ever finding peace. why? Because we are too concerned with this material life and peering into the windows of our neighbours. we decide that first one must shave their head an give up all worldy posessions, which is not a bad idea, since we feel so much grief from loss and we experience loss only when we thought that we owned something:D

Lets refer to bhagavad gita, 2:56 "...a person whose mind is unperturbed by sorrow, who does not crave pleasures,and who is free from attachment, fear, and anger;such a person is called a sage of steady prana..." Now my fellow buddhists doesn't this sound familiar? Why is there even a seperation between the two? Just exactly what is the difference between buddhism and hinduism and why do we even have to bother with names ?

Now to our own basal qualities, we are supposed to be trying to make ourselves better for ourselves, not so that someone can like us or say look at her she is a good girl. Honestly I could care less and I do not need the compliments of anyone ( except maybe in my resume:D).

How many of you stop and listen attentively to the newest and hottest piece of gossip and will not take the time to examine yourself. It is so much easier to judge another and very carefully pinpoint his/her faults than to look at onelself and see the myraid of flaws in character , at least then we can try to determine how character may be made better and go about life without getting on anyone elses nerves. Then again when we think that character is flawless we just go ahead and ruin it by thinking that we are above others or righteous. now I can say that I am neither good nor bad.


My sister and I had an argument over the symbolism of the river in the novel. ( I know it is pointless to argue since each reader will get his own opinion anyways but still its my sis so it was fun to pick on her).

Now the river spoke to siddhartha and vasudev and even laughed at them sometimes. the thing about the river is that we can look at it as being every symbolic in that it is water which represents life and time etc as it flows or we can simply see it as the river. yes vasudev and siddhartha learned a lot from the river but at the end of the novel we see the truly enlightened vasudev as he goes off into the forest and realises that if he listens carefully he will learn from everything.

Now striking part of the novel, the ferryman Vasudev, without running off to follow the Buddha he had actually found peace and self realization.
It seems as if hesse wrote this book with deep roots taken from the Bhagavad Gita.
I know that my thoughts aren't all coherent but eventually they will merge.

The description of the Buddha in this novel is excellent, he did not ask for followers nor demand that those who follow him dress and behave like him. Siddhartha chose his own path without adhering to a particular faith or ritual and the novel ends with him finding peace.

In sharp contrast to siddharta is his friend Govinda the follower who adopts many differnt paths and eventually follows buddha but is unable to find peace. maybe this is because he did not chose his own path but decided to follow others.

I know that right now this commentary is a bit whack , it is because I was deeply affected by this novel and it has set my mind spiralling with thoughts which maybe I will be better able to clarify someother time. Right now lets call this blog RAW THOUGHTS, and hopefully soon I will be able to refine them and put them in a more readable format:D I hope that I did not confuse you too much.

now on having power back

I was dumfounded today when I walked into my house today at 8 pm and saw lights!
every single room I walked in , I held my breath and my heart pounded as I flicked switches and plugged in appliances, yes! it works...I sat staring at the lights wondering what is this strange glow...its electricity!!! even now I feel a bit apprehensive that I will lose power again and I am saving everything as I type.
this is incredible. I feel like a village girl who has just had her picture taken and is wondering about the image in the photograph, yes that is how amazing the lights are. even little furgito and nemo and stich love having power back, they finally have real bubbles back in their tank instead of having me blow bubbles in there with a straw. furgito keeps on swimming towards the bubbles and opening his mouth widely as if he is trying to get as many as he can before electricity goes again. this is just incredible
but having no electricty is alos a great thing, since it takes us away from the television and we find more uselful means of entertainment like reading wonderful books or having long meaningful conversations:D

siddhartha

I read this book, I am still very much affected by it. I experienced a myriad of emotions while reading this book but in the end I found a deep peace and fulfillment within myself. this book is a very excellent novel cleverly written that takes the reader into the depths of his own personality, one is aware of the character siddhartha, the bramin's son and then one is conscious of themself at the same time. I have much more to say on this book but time does not permit at this moment

Divali 2005

we clebrated divali yesterday even without power and I saw where faith and determination can get a person. My mom was determined that we must do our puja on that day and at 9-11 am we did a puja. I was being miserable and grumpy in the morning but during the puja I felt a calm come over me and I realised the necessity for prayers even when we don't have all utilities. it rained all day and I saw the blessing in the rain as it fed all the poor broken trees and gave them the necessary water to spring back to life.
I was worried about the deeyas and the rain but we lit them anyway and decorated the entire yard. it was beautiful, the rain fell heavily but the deeyas refused to die out, they kept on lighting probaly until midnight. I felt a strong sense of nostalgia as I looked at the little deeyas and I wanted to cry so much. How stupid I had been to even be grumpy, the night was beautiful and magical, I wished that I had more people to share it with, but I am very happy that I had my little family fo five with me.

I take back my words

today we finally got back power after 11 days without it. I said that I was not afraid of wilma, well at 7am when I heard the wind shreiking and howling like a misplaced soul, I was scared. I took a peek under the door and I saw huge trees bowing before wilma's wrath. I could not believe it , wilma had chosen the path less taken. the lights started to flicker in the house and the doors were shaking almost as if the wind wanted to pull them out and grab me from inside the house. then there was darkness. I lay flat on the cold floor looking under the door at the raving wind that seemed determined to destroy everything in its path. there was huge flashes of lights and loud explosions as transformers blew and power lines were ripped down. There was not much rain to accompany this storm rain because the wind was so feirce as fast that it blew the rain away. I took a chance and opened my room door and was greeted with horror to see my beautiful mango tree broken and beaten down in front of my door. there was howling and then suddenly a calm pervaded the air. I was tempted to run outside to assess the damage but we stayed indoors as everyone around the house pitter pattered around nervously. then like a maddened fiend the howling started again, this time more fiercly, the doors started to shake so much, I placed my hand against the glass sliding doors and I swore that they would explode and second. there was awrenching as my room door shattered and then the screen got ripped off. i swore that a tornado was whirling around the house. This kept one for a couple hours and I stayed inside considering the fury that was spinning wrecklessly outside, yet somehow I knew that it would be okay. I knew that nature was furious but I felt her comfort as well...I knew this as soon as I stepped outside, the wind was still blowing strongly, but this time it was more caressing ans instead of shreiking , it was now whispering gently. I smiled brightly because everyone was safe and no one had been hurt. the trees were broken but the wind was kind enough to not uproot any of them, all the trees could now be salvaged. I took a walk around around the neighbourhood and realised with glee that we had just survived a hurricane!

Now cleanup:
that day we did not have any power tools except our own strength. my dad started chopping away at the huge branches of the mango tree that had fallen and my brother, sister and I formed a human chain and cleaned up the debris. the first cold front of the season had come in with the storm and we worked like bysons removing the debris from the yard, proud to realise that we co-operated as a family and got the job done.

One thing that diasasters bring is a sense of brotherhood amongst people. what I saw from this was a kindness eminating from every man woman and child as they did not even consider their own misfortune but struggled to see in what way they could help their neighbour, brother, family.
In this storm it gave a lot of people a break from an otherwise hectic life filled with the annoyances of technology, internet and TV, in that now a family sat down together and talked, laughed, ate, worked. families that were estranged moved in with each other and bonds became tighter.
there is so much that I want to say but I do not know if I am capable of expressing the emotions and atmosphere after the storm. it is as if life stopped for a while and we were thrown back a couple centuries and cities became villages and neighbours finally met each other and spoke for the first time. I did the laundry by hand and I enjoyed it actually. I got up at daybreak and slept at dawn because there was no internet or TV to occupy my time. there was an atmosphere of calm in the air as people stopped bustling about. there was a thick cloud of love in the air and think that everyone frlt it.
two doggies came into yard, they were so beautiful, one wasblack and the other brown. the poor things were hungry and I tried to feed them a cookie but they seemed more interested in the parsad that my mom had thrown under a tree earlier that morning. the doggies stayed and played a while and drank water then went on their merry way.
I would like to think that I learned a lot from this storm and I love florida even with the hurricanes, because the people are so warm here...