yeah so was reading about Kipling and others of his time.. and their shit about the white man's burden.. heh - sorry Tormod - you the only white dude who reads this.. aint personal.. but fuck these fellas.. seriously!! In this day and age there still are some who think this way apparently.. bastards...

White Man's burden
In America Where there was nature they say wealth
To the resisting natives they dealt cruel death
The extermination was not a crying shame
Instead cowboys and indians was a childrens' game

India - the brightest jewel in the crown
But the people there were way too brown
So came the white man with his burden to educate
he replaced harmony with religious hate

The Africans to protect their homeland did battle
They were introduced to slavery - sold like cattle
A land blessed with all the riches of creation
Had its own people under decades of subjugation

To China they went for good old trade
But were they content with the profits they made?
Opium destroyed the next generation
Of a once proud and great nation

So these guys blame the 3rd world for all of earth's ailments
Maybe like the native indians, they will have us all in settlements
It might give their collective superiority a bit of pause
If they gave a thought about the problems' root cause

Fuck the nazis and imperialists and kipling
Fuck everyone who advocates killing
Fuck these fellas who kill their own brothers
Fuck anyone who thinks one race is better than the others

Ah Kipling's work of course would be lyrically far superior.. but the content.. ah well.. and for all those who buy East India Company clothes - think again.. do you even remember what East india company stood for? Everything abhorrent about imperialism they represented.. Its a symbol of Asia's opression and rape.. and we.. ah.. history is such a terrible thing..

http://www.wsu.edu:8080/~wldciv/world_civ_reader/world_civ_reader_2/kipling.html

kick a man when he's down - its the best thing to do... if your mothers didn't teach you that I guess this cold hard world taught you.. Mein gott - look at the comments.. haha.. and not to mention Shai and Moli and 3 -4 others who called me a disgrace!! haha.. you think i very proud of it ah.. how come all my normal posts gets no response one.. this one so many.. haha

anyway she probably was wearing maximizers and has genital herpes and kills young kittens and had armpit hair and is a lesbian!!!! sour grapes? bleahhh..

yeah - so i am committing the cardinal sin - blogging at WORK!!!

So anyway let me tell one and all about another brilliant adventure in the saga of the Dark Knight.. he, the one with more balls than Don Quixote charging a windmill and more testosterone than MJ wanking off his latest 13 yr old conquest..
You see my internship has been a drab dull affair - more like a boiled tasteless fishball than some hot spicy curry if you get my drift.. well, so this placid state of affairs was disturbed.. when a few days ago i spied this damn HOTT chick - good body.. well dressed.. nice face.. the works.. and and and.. she was a BIKER chick to boot.. ofcourse the degenerate mind starved of any biantai thoughts for more than a month.. worked overtime and came up with visions of asking the biker chick for a ride.. well, along those lines and a few other dark alleys these wicked thoughts proceeded..
A day or two of keen observation and brilliant deduction later (elementery Dear Watson) I came to know which dept. she was in.. and that she was an intern from somewhere as well.. (now, all that info-digging aint no mean feat in SCS - the premises are after all a big fucking factory and people are strewn all over). So anyway, saw her another couple of times and kept thinking how hot she was.. and was divided between a) plotting a way to lose my way in her dept. and ask her for directions.. b) walk upto her with a corny, horny original pickup line and sweep her off her shapely feet with my stunning wit.. c) put away such utterly juvenile thoughts from my ageing mind - these belonged to a 17 year old kid....
This state of turmoil was taking its toll on my work and i was spending even more time dozing off and msn-ing than normal (now how is that possible when i spend all my time here doing that anyway? i dont know - it felt like that)
And today holiest of holies.. i was in the pantry making my post lunch cup of Lipton yellow Label (now why yellow label? Is it black label in India/Africa and white label in angmoland?) i was dilly dallying and spending a lot more time than normally required for making a cup of tea.. i was also busy humming some counting crows and making up 1-2 of the words i did not know.. and wondering how to stay awake the entire long afternoon - thats 4.5 hours - aint easy i assure you suspicious folk.. and then i turned around and found myself staring at her.. she had crept in rather silently and just stood there waiting.. i turned around and she flashed me a dazzling smile.. and said hi...
My heart raced at the speed of an F1 car with bridgstone tyres (heard about the Indianapolis GP? all the michelin ones pulled out..) and if i could maybe i would have blushed (thank you melanin).. and my agile mind quickly raced through the options - a) make normal small talk - like - ah were you wating for the hot water.. sorry i took so long.. anyway, which dept. are you in - are you an intern? are you new here? b) recall those smartass pickup lines.. if all else dont come to mind.. just throw the whats-a-hot-chick-doing-in-a-place-like-you routine..
I quickly thought of all these options.. as i walked away.. yeah, thats what i did.. i smiled at her and literally fled the damn place.. brave and gallant and utterly romantic i know.. this is worse than a 17 yr old.. this is testicle-less nerdy 13 year old behaviour.. GODDAMMIT!!!!! aaarggghhhhhhhhh

Simple Pleasures

couple of nice cold beers
rock music with pain that sears
computer games with a lot of killing
spicy uncomplicated food thats filling
talking cock filled with jest
bare tits nuzzling against the chest
a refreshing long run
colours of the setting sun
the exhaustion after exercise
burger king drinks upsized
5 digits in my bank balance
making a smartass look like a dunce
any book that makes one feel
others' problems so easy to deal
liverpool scoring at will
scoring myself - the thrill

ah - this list could get very long


heh - lame.. very very very lame.. who cares? not i.. it goes on.. still it goes on..

its been a while - yeah i do have a blog.. so well here i am.. whats been going on? err - more than a month into work.. dull as hell.. ultimate frisbee.. some drinking.. lot of DoTA ing.. oh yeah - bday came and left - thanks to the p&g gang, NTU gang and war gang and sb - dont know how you all knew - but thanks for taking the trouble.. older but certainly judging by my actions - not much wiser.. goes on.. it goes on.. like that Gin Blossoms song.. can't recall which one.. but hey how can you beat a debut album (at least i think it was their debut album) titled "new miserable experience".. doesnt get much better than that.. so yeah it goes on.. it goes on.. winding down.. been better.. been worse.. equanimity now? maybe.. dont know.. dont care.. it goes on.. it goes on and on and on.. like a duracell fucking bunny.. or is it energizer? i dont know.. what do i know.. not much.. but what does anyone know.. not much.. it goes on.. it goes on.. no i am not wasted.. no i am not.. it still goes on..

yeah - so results were out today.. and i surprised myself by anticipating with a dread approaching panic.. now, of course everyone approaches these things with a little bit of fear.. i myself have approached this ritual with trepidation many a time.. however, it has been so long that i have forgotten what it feels like.. it is this anciently familiar feeling that starts at the pit of the stomach.. thanks to the long parting and the increased diameter of the said body part, it was a tad slower than the good ol' times.. only at about 10 am did i even feel its presence.. and starting off with the power of a decent sized egg beater it works itself into a frenzy and normally reaches the not inconsiderable proportions of the Asian tsunami (no disrespect to that tool of mother nature) by the time it hits one's solar pexus.. and that is when you dread everything you did during the semester.. the late night talk cock sessions.. warcraft.. the brilliantly concocted excuses you gave yourself to skip yet another lecture.. yet another tutorial.. like a spurned woman.. what was that about hell having no fury like.. oh well whatever.. it hits and wrecks havoc worse than a kilo of mono sodium glutamate could affect a finely tuned nervous system.. so it was like a quivering mass of jelly that i faced 2pm and by the time 3 pm approached i had implored God with 69000 bribes.. starting with i wont skip a lecture to i will go to church to i wont ever think of beer and chicks..

So anyway, it was alright i passed.. though it was nothing to boast about.. now i can burn the public law notes in peace.. if any of you observe a huge blaze or smell noxious fumes emanating from the A block rooftop.. fret not.. it is but the oldest student getting rid of some painful memories of a semester gone bad..

Shifting to other topics.. hmm.. what topics.. i know not.. hmm.. sister's birthday.. had to call home.. TWICE.. i dont feel a thing about birthdays these days.. except them being a tremendous waste of time and money.. if one wants to make a friend feel good.. why wait for a birthday eh.. oh well whatever.. it is just another industry polluted by opportunistic card makers.. greedy florists and all those suckers who know how to sell utterly useless things to the sadly sentimental masses.. the birthday industry i figure ranks next only to the valentine's day industry in terms of avarice and profits..

ok - whats the point of this post? I dont know.. somebody sstop me... but yeah i feel at peace with the world.. no i havent had too much beer or anything.. its just one of those moods that make you want to shower humanity with kindness and joy - those rare times when one wants to smile at the world.. say hey-ho to the next stranger one sees and favour even the ugliest face with a benevolent smile.. coming to think of it.. should we not be in such moods all the time? Oh well.. one would then be silly nincompoop to think that.. and that i certainly am not

Alright - the clock says 1215 and beneath all the haze something in the head says waking time is 6am.. so here i go.. off to bed.. and here's something before i go.. this one always brings a smile to one's countenance in the morning...
(have i padted it before? hope not )

Pippa's Song
THE year 's at the spring,
And day 's at the morn;
Morning 's at seven;
The hill-side 's dew-pearl'd;
The lark 's on the wing;
The snail 's on the thorn;
God 's in His heaven—
All 's right with the world!
- Robert Browning