tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70223025727855522742024-02-08T11:43:04.043-05:00Perpetual"Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great."
Mark TwainAbscondinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10088686260025217326noreply@blogger.comBlogger95125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022302572785552274.post-67231749271603123232011-01-21T13:03:00.004-05:002011-01-21T13:40:28.694-05:00Where have I been...?<span style="color:#993300;">Wow..it seems like I have been gone forever. To be honest, I did not realize the length of my tardiness until an old friend had reminded me. Has the time come for me to come back to the blogging world? Am I ready? We shall see...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;">So..what has happened to me in the last two years that I must update you on. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;">1. I have completed 2 years of medical school successfully. [Passed the board exams and am in clinical clerkships now. Yes, it is a shock to me as it is to you.] I have started my third year where I actually SEE patients and talk to them and also be insulted by my superiors. :) Love it. One day, I shall be the one humiliating the low-life medical students who look so lost and are in the verge of tears because they don't seem to know much of ANYTHING regardless of the FINE basic sciences education of 2 years.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;">2. I've grown old and wrinkly. I passed the quarter century last month and don't feel a day older than 14. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Umm</span>...I'm not in denial. This is my way of embracing the old age. :D </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;">3. I have gotten married and am pregnant with twins. Just kidding.....[about the marriage AND the pregnancy]. I still don't have room for the word 'wedding' in my dictionary of life. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;">4. Pardon me if I come across as conceited, but I feel more confident, beautiful, and loved than I did 2 years ago. It may be the people in my life or it may be the environment, or it may just be that I've grown to love and accept the persona that I am. Either way, I feel as though I'm a stronger person.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;">Now..on to some other things. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;">I was having a conversation with a fellow medical student who was about to start her clinical clerkship. She was so melodramatic about her new clerkship. Apparently, the day after she was to see an HIV+ patient and do physical examination on him/her. She did not want to touch the patient nor did she want to be so near him/her. Now, I understand being concerned about contracting HIV, if YOU ARE WALKING AROUND WITH A DAMN NEEDLE WITH HIV+ BLOOD. You are NOT going to be HIV+ by touching that patient. I was baffled by her reaction. I can understand the ignorant, uneducated, and biased among the general population having a 'concern' like this. But she is a medical student who has studied human body for 2 whole years and her actions were unacceptable. I have had students in my class who did not even touch the cadavers that we used to dissect in the 1st year, because they were so 'yuck'!! </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;">If she thinks she can get away with this kind of disregard for a patient, she has it coming. Guess who gets to do all the DRE (Digital Rectal Exam)? Yup..you guessed. They make the medical students do all the DIRTY [literally AND figuratively] stuff. Oh yes, my dear... guess what the D in DRE stand for... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">uhhhuh</span>...your FINGERS!! </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;">I am in pediatrics rotation now. Those kids carry around all kind of germs, and they are FILTHY. And guess who they drool on? Yup..me! Guess what they grab with the same hands that they put in their nose? Yup..my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">stethoscope</span>. Guess where they vomit? Yup...my shoes! Guess who has to check their diapers as part of routine examination? Uhhuh..that's right, ME! I am certain that the first diaper that I'm going to change IS NOT going to be my child's [if I ever get around to having a child, that is]. But..at the end of the day, it is not about how filthy they are or how their shriek gives you a headache. It is about what you have learned and also what you take away from that patient. Is it really about getting that extra one point on your board exam because you learned that the 'satellite lesions' are associated with 'Candida infection' or is it about you make it a note to tell your next patient that it is not safe to smoke INSIDE the house with your 5 day old child because it will lead her to have asthma and other complications? </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;">We have all had difficult times in our lives, some more than others. But I think we all will appreciate our parents and our childhood when we across a 1 year old child who lives with his mother and grandmother because his father left him, and is in a coma today because his mentally retarded mother used him as a punch bag? </span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">Happy New Year, people!</span>Abscondinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10088686260025217326noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022302572785552274.post-82548130879988473202009-02-06T19:22:00.002-05:002009-02-06T19:26:39.414-05:00Looking back..Have you ever looked back at your past and thought 'Man..I AM SO GLAD that..that particular thing did not work out?'<br /><br />:) Ah!!!! Now you realize that you have better things going on and life can't get better!!!<br /><br />YEAH, BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)Abscondinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10088686260025217326noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022302572785552274.post-28850116203465075082009-01-07T17:42:00.000-05:002009-01-07T17:48:59.376-05:00Jan. 06, 2009Jan. 06, 2009<br />Medical school is not easy. The amount of information that the lecturers bombard the students with at one time is so extensive that it is quite common to see confused faces all around. For example, in an hour and a half time period, our teacher had gone through so many different topics that I just gave up on listening or even understanding the old Indian male teacher. When the class was over, I was aghast – we went through 87 slides in a span of an hour and a half. Having my laptop in front of me SURELY did not help because I was on orkut, facebook, ValueMD, and other horribly distracting yet essential to live websites. Oh. Today (Jan. 6th) was just the first day of classes. I had already studied for about 3 hours already. I plan to study for another 2 hours. That’s about 5 hours of studying A NIGHT. I had NEVER done that even before the day/week before the finals…EVER.<br /><br />I was fortunate today because I did not have Anatomy lab. Thus, I was able to start studying earlier (around 4pm). Lab (starting tomorrow) will last until 5pm. We’ll be having some person to cadaver quality time. That will force me to take a (or even multiple) long shower for the rest of the semester. May be it will cure me from gluttony. Whatever the case. I may not be able to start studying until 7pm. If I must study for 5 hours every night, that means that I am looking to sleep around 1am.<br /><br />Well. That might not be so bad. I have been lying down to sleep around 10pm every night for the past few days. After the donkey’s cries, paranoia from rattling noises, barking of the dogs that apparently have some kind of batteries in them to give them energy to bark all night, loud music…I usually slept around 12am. Oh, before I forget let me just tell you that roosters are just plain evil. The blessed rooster next to my house crows from 3:30 EVERY FREAKING MORNING on a 15 minute interval and it won’t stop crowing even after I leave for college. Coelho said that the whole world conspires to help you achieve your dream. Hell, that surely ain’t happening at this point!<br /><br />But I am content. I feel like I have finally realized what I want to do with my life. My family is great. I am so thankful to have someone who cares so much about me and loves me that I often wonder if I’m living a dream. He alone has made me realize that not all men are spineless and cowards.<br /><br />Life is a journey. In that journey, we will have to face many obstacles. As we overcome those obstacles, we become better and stronger persons. I hope to come out of this experience as a better person. When I do find myself discouraged, I know that there are those who actually care enough about me to motivate me and encourage me.Abscondinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10088686260025217326noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022302572785552274.post-85413041768592122802008-12-08T18:02:00.003-05:002008-12-08T18:27:18.459-05:00That darn thing.....Have you ever had something so delicious to eat, but had its residue left between your teeth? It's usually like that tiny itty bitty strand of chicken or beef that usually finds a nice little spot to hide in between your molars. Annoying, isn't it? So, if you are waiting for dessert...you try your best to get that thing out of your teeth so that I can enjoy the oh-so-awaited (supposedly) delicious food. You may excuse yourself to go to the restroom to get rid of the little bastard and may not have much luck with it. You try your best and it's still there...flipping you off. As though, it has established its throne there. Prayers, bribes, etc. do not work, unfortunately.<br /><br />Then the dessert comes.<br /><br />Of course, you are obviously annoyed by that thing between your teeth. You want to enjoy your dessert. But CAN'T. Why not? Because it is bothering you. You curse the auntie who made that delicious tandoori chicken. It does not matter to you that the chicken <span style="font-weight: bold;">WAS</span> DELICIOUS. What matters <span style="font-weight: bold;">IS </span>the residue that's left. So..now...you hate the chicken that you had and can't make your poor soul to enjoy the dessert regardless of the savor that everyone's talking about.<br /><br />So NOW..let me work my creative mind here...and compare the above 'ejjaamble' to relationships. Ah..you people knew that was coming, didn't you? No? OK! Read along, then!<br /><br />You may be going through a bitter time. A good time may have come to a halt. Yet, the emotional baggage may still bother you. When someone else comes along, you may find it difficult to let go of the past. You may still be bitter, annoyed, or even irritated at that baggage or even the past.<br /><br />Do understand this. When you were relishing that tandoori chicken, you enjoyed it. You loved it and you even complemented the auntie, the cook. It was only after it was over that you started having the negative thoughts. It's the same with a relationship. When you were in that particular relationship, you enjoyed it to the fullest. You can't look back, once it's over, and start cursing the persons that were involved in there. It is very hypocritical. Cherish the good times. Know that all good times do come to an end. Learn something from your past. You can thank your past for molding today's you. The experience, the people, the locations, etc. all came together to make you...YOU!<br /><br />Don't let your past (mis)guide you. That strand of chicken can be removed by a toothbrush or a floss. You might have to pick at it for a while before it decides to come out. But it will. Same with any emotional burden in your life. Give it time. Be around good company. Be positive. There is always that good thing waiting for you...ready to knock on your door. Or may be already knocking. You may not be hearing it because you are too busy talking aloud and cursing.<br /><br />At times, it takes someone very special to show you how much you are worth.<br /><br />Don't ever sell yourself short. :D<br /><br />Ciao!Abscondinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10088686260025217326noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022302572785552274.post-84165591085003563052008-12-02T23:05:00.002-05:002008-12-02T23:17:35.567-05:00CenturyInteresting milestone, I should say. 100th post. Never thought that I would keep this blog long enough to write the 100th post. I don't know WHAT kept me here; probably the knowledge that there are people who read my nonsense.<br /><br /><br />Must say, I got a couple of good friends from this blog world. :D Very thankful for that.<br /><br />A lot of things (good and bad) have happened since my first post here. A toast to those experiences. Hopefully I learned a lot from them. :D<br /><br />If you are a random reader and I don't know of/about you, I thank you for stopping by. Continue to be nosy. :D Something interesting might be on the way.<br /><br />Last..but definitely not least...and may be the most important, even...<br /><br />I would like to dedicate this blog and this particular post to ICHU! :D Thank You! :DAbscondinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10088686260025217326noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022302572785552274.post-71438583072173400712008-11-28T23:19:00.003-05:002008-11-28T23:24:36.364-05:00The thought of getting back to academics after a LONG (really really LONG; seemed longer than it actually was) week is killing me.<br /><br />The break started around 1pm on Monday and it will end tomorrow, unofficially - since I have to start studying for that oh-so-lovely Anatomy lab practical.<br /><br />I forgot to take pictures of the sheep brain and cow eyes that I dissected. I would posted them here, otherwise. But to give you all a picture - sheep brain is VERY mushy (think of mushroom) and the inside of cow eyes is like a jello with juice oozing out (mm..jelllo). muahahaha *insert evil smiley*<br /><br />You are welcome!!<br /><br />With your recommendations, I should be in hell in NO time!Abscondinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10088686260025217326noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022302572785552274.post-45637442435895187192008-11-25T11:23:00.005-05:002008-11-25T13:07:12.790-05:00My Beer DateMy friend and I walked into <a href="http://www.moes.com/">Moe's</a> because she has never eaten there. So we order some stuff that had names that could very well pass for tongue twisters. We walked down the aisle and the EXTREMELY good looking guy asked if we wanted something to drink. My friend looked over and saw what looked like beer, next to the bottled water...in ice.<br /><br />She: Hey Merin, is that beer?<br />Me: I don't know. Looks like it. [To the guy] Hey, how much is the beer?!<br />He: [with a baffled look] That's not beer. That's sprinkled water.<br />Me: Oh. Surely looks like beer. [I was convinced that he just didn't want to sell me the beer.]<br />He: It's sprinkled water.<br />Me: [To my friend] Maanam poyi [Loose English translation: Embarassing!]<br />He: You shouldn't drink on a weekdays. Only drink during weekends. You are students.<br />Me: Well..we don't really drink..but..emm....Sprinkled water comes in beer bottle look alikes?<br />He: Yeah! Would you like to have one?<br /><br />To hide the embarassment, my friend was forced to buy one sprinkled water for both of us while I bought out lunch.<br /><br />It tasted like soda. But I liked it.<br /><br />Bitching, Beans, Nachos, and Beer - nice combination!Abscondinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10088686260025217326noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022302572785552274.post-13760649421254561812008-11-24T05:50:00.002-05:002008-11-24T05:58:05.331-05:00I have lost 5 pounds in a week.<br /><br />Who needs exercise! Pssh...<br /><br />I don't even have an appetite now a day!!<br /><br />If I keep this up, the rest of the 15 pounds should shed in a few weeks.<br /><br />Looks like I have the first class ticket to reach heaven - thanks to an inattentive mind, tired eyes, failing reflexes, undependable limbs, and unwary central nervous system!<br /><br />I'm going to ace that exam today!!!! woohoo!!!Abscondinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10088686260025217326noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022302572785552274.post-81070497560486860132008-11-22T12:19:00.002-05:002008-11-22T13:25:36.682-05:00I found me!I searched and searched. But had no luck. I was about to give up when I thought of something. I sprinted. Yes, She was there. Sitting on rock with a pensive look, at the intersection of memory lanes. I slowly walked to Her. She raised her face to look at me. Then She moved over to give me some space to sit on the rock. I took my place and asked Her 'What are you doing here?'! She said 'I don't know. I often find myself sitting here and contemplating on my life.' We sat there for a few minutes without speaking a word to each other before I asked Her 'What are you pondering over?' She hesitated a moment. I saw that She was composing herself. Then She said 'I am wondering if I can go on. I have this gut feeling that I will fail anything that I attempt. I think I am scared. In short, I don't know how long I can survive.' I nodded, for She and I understood each other more than anyone else.<br /><br />I thought for a minute or so. Then I told Her 'well..let's take a walk down the memory lane. Let's start from rue <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">de</span> childhood.' We saw a poignant child who got up at 5 am every morning to study. Was she sad? I wanted to stop and ask her but we had to keep moving. On the other side of the road, I saw a lonely child who wanted to scream out her frustration but instead retired to her books for the hopes of drowning her sorrows and disappointments. But I wondered, why was she lonely? I tried to discuss it with Her. She said, 'she doesn't complain that she is lonely. I believe that she was quite content with it.' Poor child. Then I saw those wild animals on the opposite side of the road. I wanted to rescue her from those wild animals who were eyeing her to tear her apart. I wanted to give her a hug. But we had to keep moving. Before we turned to the next street I looked back, I saw that the wild animals were approaching her in a slow pace. I wanted to run back and help her. But She stopped me. She smiled and told me 'She will be just fine.' She smiled?!<br /><br />Later, She told me that she <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">excelled</span> in all her classes by <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">topping</span> all of them! But what about those wild animals?<br /><br />The next was the street of adolescence. The child had grown up. She had survived the loneliness. She had a lot of people around her. Friends, that is. She seemed to have a special aura around her. She seemed to have put the past behind her. We kept walking. We heard laughters. I turned to the other side of the road. She had become quite a humurous girl. What a change. I truly enjoyed walking down the street. Random boys in the bus stop who wanted to talk to her, random boys in church that she wanted to talk to, being quite the popular girl in her tuition school....etc. Before we knew it, we were coming to a stop. There was a 180 degree turn that we had to take on the same street.<br /><br />She told me to be prepared.<br /><br />I must say, she did not warn me enough. I could not believe that this was the same street. It was very dark and gloomy. Same girl with same innocence. But she was bombarded with so many responsibilites of being in another country. I saw her shivering in the cold without a decent jacket. Four people confined to one dark room in a even darker house. So called 'cousin' sneering at her. Perverted cousin. People who tried to make her feel inferior. *Shudder* I wanted to sprint. Then I saw her sleeping by the front door of her apartment so that she can wake up when her parents come back from work around midnight - they only had one key. Oh wait. The street was getting brighter.<br /><br />We took another turn.<br /><br />That particular path was rather pleasant. She seemed content. She wasn't free from difficulties, though. I was amazed to see a quite unnatural strength within her. She seemed to have goals, aspirations, and dreams. I saw her going to school with a sprained ankle. I was happy for her. She had changed.<br /><br />She graduated from high school by being in the top 10%.<br /><br />The next street, rue de adulthood, was rather interesting. She had been pushed to abyss, yet she was rescued. She survived. She revived. When She was about to fall, her friends caught her. She had come in contact with different kinds of people that taught her something - some more than others. She learned to be independent. She learned to cook. She learned to let things go. She experienced a lot of new feelings - new touch, new taste, new smell, etc. She learned how it felt to fall in love. She learned how it felt to have lost everything. She learned how it felt to lose faith and hope. She learned how it felt to be abandoned. She learned how it felt to be successful. She learned who actually was WORTH her time.<br /><br />She had learned most from those 5 years.<br /><br />Then we came to a halt. We had ended up at the same place that we started from. We spotted the rock and sat down.<br /><br />I looked at Her. She did not have the pensive look anymore.<br /><br />Looking down the street that was not yet paved, 'Yes. I know that I will survive. This will pass as well. I have been through worse. I will be ok.'<br /><br />I have found me.Abscondinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10088686260025217326noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022302572785552274.post-65571716648990912842008-11-20T22:53:00.003-05:002008-11-20T22:58:48.851-05:00Truly a blah!I know that something is bothering me when I WANT to write a lot but CAN'T write a word.<br /><br />I'm going to find myself. See you all when I get back!Abscondinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10088686260025217326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022302572785552274.post-38436474277686413802008-11-17T10:00:00.006-05:002008-11-17T20:10:04.972-05:00MonDAZEWe should proclaim Mondays as Sabbath and don't do any work on that day. This applies especially for us college students who have to get up mighty early to go to school. UGH. And I will tell you why I'm mking such SELFLESS (as I always am) arguments for just may be even deleting Mondays from the week itself! Well..may be I will just tell you how my day went and you can probably relate to my experience and then agree with me!!<br /><br />I went to sleep around 10 pm...reading a book. I woke up around 6 pm hearing a rather mundane yet heated conversation between my father and my brother. Needless to say, it was very difficult for me to go back to sleep. Cursing my rather sensitive ears, I tried to go to sleep by imagining (I really tried) some things that usually would put me to sleep (content is classified! Why spoil the rather nice image you guys have built about me!) Any way...I tried to wake up..but did not succeed to actually get up from the bed until 7 am. The rest is just blah blah blah and blah.<br /><br />I got in the car..leaving for school. Halfway through, I had a speculation that I did not have my phone with me. Mind you, this has happened so many times that I am starting to wonder why I even have a phone!!! Any way....so yeah..I did not have my phone with me. I must have left in my bed (where it has established itself a dwelling place due to increasing contact with the bed!). So I am thinking 'I am going to be 3 hours early to school and I don't know what to do'! And studying is not an option! Pssh! That is solely for the unwise!!<br /><br />So. I will let you in on a secret that might save your life one day: I don't pay attention to the road when I'm driving. I am either looking through the rearview mirror or doing complex math problems in my head or just thinking about random stuff (one of the above three may not be so true!) I don't exactly know WHAT I was doing..but I passed a RED LIGHT. And it didn't just turn red. It has been red for a good minute. It was an intersection. There were cars taking left turn and before I knew it..I was in the middle of the road!!! I did exactly what any panic driver in my position would do: I sped off like there was a flood chasing me! Then I started beating myself up..and slapping my face! I am sure that the drivers around me had a lot of fun watching me (slapping myself)! I am sure that has nothing to do with many drivers changing lanes..ie., getting out of my way!! They were just being nice!! Oh I should note that this happened right in front of the police station!! My luck!!<br /><br />I arrived at the train station and the train had arrived just then. It stops for no more than a minute. I have to climb down a flight of stairs to get to the lower level. I know what you are thinking. You may be thinking 'HA. Her legs and her buttocks must have gotten to know the stairs quite well.' I hate to disppoint you. That did not happen..to my surprise. I rushed in to the train and it is fully packed like a private bus in Kerala.<br /><br />I hate being around a lot of people...because I like my space (not because people smell or there are a lot of homeless people in the train!) So I decided to walk to the end of that particular cart and situate myself in a less crowded area. People must have loved me. Some Indian girl decided to walk to their place and make it crowded....standing as though she owned the place..and reading a book in some foreign (weird word! foreign? huh? *sigh* I tell you..it's because it's Monday!) language..and smiling to herself!! I guess the train was running late...so..irritability was not scarce!<br /><br />I got off the train. Walked to the library. Decided to text my friend through the internet and waited. I waited and waited. I messaged her on orkut. I messaged two other people and no response!!<br /><br />So I am stuck here at 10:42 am..waiting for my class (which I have not even been to since God knows when!) to start at 12pm. Well..I guess it is a good thing. The teacher needs to be reminded that I am infact a student in her class!! I really could do without it though!!<br /><br />Then there's lab at 2pm. :O !! I am committing <a href="http://abscondingspirit.blogspot.com/2008/10/those-who-force-me-to-sin.html">murder!!</a> (refresh your memory on what I have to put up with!)<br /><br />See you all in hell in a few years!!<br /><br />P.S. I chose hanging out with friends over going to class....!! Since going to lab is mandatory, I just had to put up with it. But I did get to dissect a cow's eye (was forced to because everyone else was disgusted by it!)! IT WAS WICKED! :DAbscondinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10088686260025217326noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022302572785552274.post-25367782173761906512008-11-14T12:21:00.001-05:002008-11-14T12:21:49.326-05:00Porotta, Chicken, and MahagonyHas anyone watched 'Midnight Meat Train'? Gruesome stuff, people. A lot of blood, dismembered bodies, and 'human meat consuming' things! Needless to say, I enjoyed the movie with a COUPLE (meaning may vary) of porottas and chicken curry! I was sucking the juice out of the chicken bone (thigh?) as Mahagony beat his victims with the meat hammer! I tore the porotta apart with my fingers and teeth as the creatures were enjoying human meat!<br /><br />So..if I have convinced you that I am in fact a psychopath..let's move on....<br /><br />So..does anyone else have a suggestion about the next "horror" movie that I should watch?!Abscondinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10088686260025217326noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022302572785552274.post-81218851003839491712008-11-11T20:08:00.004-05:002008-11-13T19:20:51.313-05:00Some treat......!!! *SIGH*<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Before I even start..let's just say once more that terrible things happen to good people. The so called 'bad' people seem to have their merry lives together and are enjoying every damn bit to the fullest!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Who is a MAN? When does a BOY become a MAN? When he reaches puberty? After he turns 18? After his first kiss? After his first erection? I DON'T KNOW, people. Shed some light into this and enlighten me!! Oh. wait. I should have asked 'WHEN DO MALES STOP BEING ANIMALS AND BECOME MEN.?' Do they ever? </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Why can't these beings even ACT like they have some kind of emotional attachment toward the rest of us? Why can't they stop seeing all women as nothing but an orifice to quench their sexual thirst? Why can't he respect the person who LOVES him? How can he be so sweet to her and then trashes her to his friends? How are they capable of putting this marvelous facade? Doesn't he ever feel a bit guilty that they may be portraying her in a wrongful manner? Does he stop to think that his friends might also be fantasizing about her using the information that he's oh-so-conveniently provided for them and may be even act on those? </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Males have penis and testes for a reason. Their strength, assertiveness, aggressiveness, courage, etc. are all attributed to those! Now a day, the men that I come across act like they lack the above organs. That is the SOLE REASON why they are not acting sanely.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > What the fuck* is wrong with guys? Is it something in the air? </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Who the fuck has the right to tell me that not all men are the same? Show me a freaking GOOD MAN!! Hell. Show me a MAN. A man who can stand up for himself....moreover, for the person who loves him. A man who does not want to keep a relationship secretive. A man who does not feel the need to boast through lying about his sexual encounters. A man who is not afraid of commitment. A man who does not feel the need to play mind games. A man who does not convey mixed feelings. A man who does not take a woman for granted. A man who DOES NOT LIE. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Fuck all those...Just show me a MAN!!!**</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I don't expect people to be perfect. But you can't blame me if I expect them to be a bit cordial! </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >*Excuse the swear words.*</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >**Yes, I am alrite.*</span>Abscondinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10088686260025217326noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022302572785552274.post-49614362989517495932008-11-09T22:52:00.003-05:002008-11-09T23:12:18.586-05:00Blah-sphemy<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">No one can make you miserable. No one can make you angry. No one can make you happy. No one can irritate you.................</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">WITHOUT YOUR FREAKING CONSENT</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">So..stop bitching and whining!! Get up and put a freaking smile on your damn face and go on about your day!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">The people that you are whining about are leading their nonchalant lives and here you are making yourself miserable. It's not worth it, people. When the time comes for you to leave this world for good, you surely do not want to have any regrets!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Let's face it. There are some absolutely clueless people out there. Then there are those who think that they are doing us a favor by acting in their own ways, which is not always the best trajectory to take. And there are some people, who mean well, who clearly don't have the Midas' touch - good luck convincing them otherwise! Also, one can't forget those who are the deliverers of mixed meanings - the worst bunch!! I wonder if they even know what they're thinking! I hate it when people can't be straightforward about their feelings and emotions. We do communicate using LANGUAGES for a reason!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Anyway...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">They think that they can take us for granted. They give no regard to you. Then why should you give a rat's tiny ass about them?! People who care about you and love you wouldn't want to make you miserable. They would not hurt you intentionally. They wouldn't want to put you in harm's way!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">So..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">If you feel that you have those in your lives, you've got some decisions to make.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">If you can't cut that person loose. The other option is to change your attitude..for better!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I wish you a damn good day!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">To all the men in the world,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">God put the penis in the WRONG sex!!! Your testosterone is failing you miserably!!!</span>Abscondinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10088686260025217326noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022302572785552274.post-59197638554163575542008-11-04T23:03:00.003-05:002008-11-05T19:59:41.087-05:00A letter to 'spam'Look you,<br /><br />I don't benefit from 'erectile pills' nor do I have an equipment which needs to be increased in size. No, I am not interested in spending some 'quality' time with a woman, no matter how hot you claim she is. <br /><br />If you insist, at least send me something that I can relate to - even if it is in a hypothetical manner (endless choices - augmentation surgery, spotless skin treatment, lustful body secrets, etc). I will at least appreciate your effort!!!Abscondinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10088686260025217326noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022302572785552274.post-33900548046023179422008-11-03T23:25:00.000-05:002008-11-03T23:26:19.061-05:00They say that it will only take a minute to fall in love. I don't know about that. It took me 34 minutes and 47 seconds.Abscondinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10088686260025217326noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022302572785552274.post-14359853323040356602008-11-02T12:16:00.002-05:002008-11-02T12:19:20.038-05:00new found secret...You have less drama and headaches when you don't publicize your romantic relationship/s. As Indians, we think of it as our birthright to know other people's business. At times, it is without our knowledge that we start screwing up other people's lives. So, it is best to keep everything in the down low until you are sure that the relationship has some kind of future!!<br /><br />Why tempt others?!Abscondinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10088686260025217326noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022302572785552274.post-1960386721408567142008-10-30T15:51:00.003-04:002008-10-30T15:57:27.731-04:00:O Withdrawal period sucks! Whether it is associated with drugs or people!Abscondinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10088686260025217326noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022302572785552274.post-28931412981430309712008-10-27T19:25:00.005-04:002008-10-28T00:25:28.243-04:00Those who force me to sin...I had my Anatomy and Physiology lab today. It was really cold outside and I really would rather be anywhere except in lab. Less than a month more of whining, and I will be out of there for good. Can't wait. <br /><br />Have you ever been in a class that you really really REALLY hate and there are additional factors that make you hate the class even more to the point where you feel like plucking the fine hairs from your chin? Pssh. Admit it, you Indians. You know that we are hairy. Read on and may be you can get a gist why I was extremely irate today.<br /><br />Let me introduce you to the know-it-all, repeater, and the smacker.<br /><br />The know-it-all is not of rare species. She is repeating the class for she failed to get a decent grade the first time. Let me remind you that 1/8th of the class falls in the same category. Well, I don't know the rest of the 1/8th of the class. But I'll just talk about this particular organism. Our T.A. (Lab instructor aka Teaching Assistant) is Indian. So, of course has an accent - a thick one that is. This girl takes it on herself to make sure that everyone else understands him by CLARIFYING what he says further by adding additional information. I don't want to hear any more than what I want to know - ESPECIALLY in this class. Oh, also this girl starts screaming out answers as the T.A. is asking a question. I mean, let the guy finish his question. Half of the time, she gets the answers wrong. And apparently, she recuperates fast! And then, as the T.A. is teaching, the girl has the audacity to talk to her table-mates. If she were whispering, I can understand that because..I mean..let's face it. The class is boring. But no. She is talking so loud to the point where I feel like I have to chip into her freaking conversation.<br /><br />I am mouthing 'SHUT [insert swear word here] UP', my table-mate joined me in rolling eyes and showing her frustration in any manner that she could. We even used sign language. I mean. HONESTLY! You are retaking the class. You are showing off your knowledge as though someone in the blessed world is interested. CAN IT, WOMAN!! CAN IT!!! And make it a point to get a decent grade this time. AAH! I strongly believe that the T.A.'s smirk had a lot to do with my non-verbal gestures (to myself) to show my frustration. <br /><br />Oh. The repeater is a trip. She is the one who makes it a point to repeat every information that the T.A. oh-so-solemnly burdens us with. For example, let's say that the T.A. says something like, "So, the Gluteus meatus lies above the Gluteus maximus." Out of nowhere, you hear this "So, are you saying that the Gluteus meatus lies above the Gluteus maximus."! I'm like 'WHAT THE [insert swear word here]'! The dude barely finished his sentence and out pops the question. Honestly. What?! At times, one really can't help but to wonder if there's a way that you can kick her 'Gluteus maximus' back to Lala land.<br /><br />Next, the smacker. The most annoying one in the group, probably. Yeah. Fine. Chew gum until Kingdom comes. I don't give a damn. But stop popping and smacking gum IN THE MIDDLE OF THE lecture when everyone is quiet (except the know-it-all, of course) and stop making me leap off my seat! She smacks her gum. Then, within minutes..she does it again...WITHOUT WARNING. And I get a heart attack every time she does it becomes she has graced me with her presence by sitting RIGHT NEXT TO ME. And she has her mouth wide open and she is chewing gum. So, if we are taking a quiz, I can't even hear myself thinking..all I hear is 'njam..njam....POP...POP....njam..njam...'! It is not long before someone glues her mouth shut!! When there are plethora of ways to entertain oneself, she just had to choose this!! This really is asking for murder! <br /><br />It's called common courtesy or decorum or whatever that you want to call it. Oh. May be even COMMON SENSE. Use it!!!Abscondinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10088686260025217326noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022302572785552274.post-88727934689099289762008-10-25T23:53:00.003-04:002008-10-26T00:21:52.340-04:00So..I've been blogging on a regular basis. That shows that I clearly have a problem - emotional, what else. If you have read at least two of my blogs, that should not come as a surprise to you. Emotional problems do affect our physical well being. I don't know who I should thank for my insomnia. Ok. Fine. I may be exaggerating a bit. It is as though I DON'T WANT to sleep. I am too stubborn to fall asleep. Have you ever been so tired to the point where you think that the sight of bed will put you to sleep? Yes. I have been there, people. Yet, I refuse to sleep. Mind you. You are reading the blog of a person who values sleep so highly that she scolds those who don't get at least 7 hours of sleep. <br /><br />My brain refuses to let me sleep. My body is turning against itself. <br /><br />Oye!<br /><br />Suggestions?Abscondinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10088686260025217326noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022302572785552274.post-15790695971046978682008-10-24T23:48:00.002-04:002008-10-24T23:51:25.621-04:00Six degrees of separation is no B.S., I kid you not. It is rather scary, actually. The internet world just makes me a more realistic human being - that where EVER we go, we cannot escape from our past. <br /><br />I mean. HONESTLY. How do these people KNOW each other? Goodness gracious!!Abscondinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10088686260025217326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022302572785552274.post-66735750117185726222008-10-23T17:54:00.000-04:002008-10-23T17:55:10.582-04:00Don’t underestimate the importance AND influence of sleep in your daily activities. I thought that I would be my PEACHY self even though I had only gotten less than 4 hours of sleep. Boy! Was I wrong!!<br /><br />* It took me 2 hours to complete an essay that would have taken me less than an hour.<br />* Had an argument with a friend that would have gotten ugly if she hadn’t had the sense to put a cork on it. It was over the fact that I decided to overlook the fact that the cafeteria lady overcharged me 80 cents.<br />* Became EXTREMELY annoyed after reading a mail. It should be noted that I definitely overlooked an important point which was my mistake – and I got annoyed because I did not see that specific point that was clearly in BOLD!! <br />* Failed to see the obvious humor (which was definitely targeted at me). I usually would laugh it off. But NOT TODAY!<br />* Irate due to : “Blogger is currently unavailable<br />Blogger is unavailable right now. We apologize for this interruption in service.”<br /><br />I want to scream until my vocal cords fail!!!<br /><br />Lesson learned : Don’t interact with people when you have gotten less than 4 hours of sleep.Abscondinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10088686260025217326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022302572785552274.post-3412912925357238502008-10-20T00:28:00.002-04:002008-10-20T00:40:02.324-04:00Expectations?A friend once told me that I will be disappointed when I expect, especially in relationships. He said that when you have no expectation, you are rarely disappointed. I gave it a lot of thought. I tried to relate that to my relationships with people. And to my surprise, I found myself agreeing with the guy. It is ONLY when I expect something from others that I am disappointed.<br /><br />Then again, even if you don't expect anything from a relationship...you must be understanding of each other's feelings, though. One must think "Am I being a good friend by fulfilling my duties as a friend?"! What is a relationship if it does not have some common grounds about courtesy, maturity, affection, kindness, etc.? <br /><br />Is it really worth it to constantly shed tears over something that you THINK is meaningful? Is it really worth it to hold on to something that you question often? What purpose does it serve to know how important you are to the other person? Is it normal to have doubts? <br /><br />May be..just may be...it might be time to let go!Abscondinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10088686260025217326noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022302572785552274.post-22172479464880171032008-10-17T23:33:00.001-04:002008-10-17T23:33:40.840-04:00Shaadi.com -> BEST entertainment site EVER!Abscondinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10088686260025217326noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022302572785552274.post-31563685811216517002008-10-12T17:13:00.003-04:002008-10-12T17:18:13.953-04:00Traitor..It seems as though the sexiest body in the universe (mine-without a doubt)is failing me. I ran more than 2 miles last sunday and have been idle since. It was on Monday that I sensed this throbbing pain in my right side. Nevertheless, I waved it off because..well..I don't know. I just did not give it much of a thought.<br /><br />Come today, as I was exercising, running in full speed....there it is. The pain again. It almost paralyzed me. I fell to the floor and was blinded with pain. <br /><br />10 minutes. That's all it took.<br /><br />Is this my body's way of rebelling against me? Has it no conscience whatsoever? Why wouldn't it let me be a better person (a skinnier one, err...a healthy one, I mean)? <br /><br />That's it. It's time to deprive my body of some scrumptious food. I'm turning vegetarian. No room for negotiation.<br /><br />Ha! Who's the boss now!!!Abscondinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10088686260025217326noreply@blogger.com3