I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt so sexy it hurts!
I'm reading this book by Kurt Vonnegut (thats quite a shitty name btw), and I'm firmly convinced this author is retarded. It has to take someone really special to come up with the ideas he does. His books are badly written (well to begin with, they have sci-fi shit in them), imho, but the ideas behind his books are well, erm, my vocabulary needs improving. His imagination is wild, and some of the stuff he writes about seems way ahead of his time, considering he wrote all this shit in the 60's. I'm really enjoying taking a peek into his twisted little mind, and questioning my own moral stand.
I'm having a lot of fun. or so i'd like to believe. I don't know what it is about mint that is so erotic. chocolate has always been the no. 1 aphrodisiac, but shit, mint???? who wouldve thunk it. and to think of all the times I had wrigleys chewing gum and didn't capitalize on the power of its minty goodness.
hmmm......... gotta make this post funny. thats my thing right? I mean, I see the humour in most things quite easily. hmmmm......fuck. I could make a business out of being funny. I mean, all it will take is my existing (*raises serious doubts in the mind of the author*) knowledge of 'knowledge management' along with successful strategies of implementing it to be profitable while cost cutting at every stage of the value chain while i make someone laugh. low input, maximum output. I could be a millionare. a billionare even. then I'd buy a street-surfing board.
Ok, time for some serious thinking.
Operation - understand nidhaan.
1) likes speed. loves speed.
2) coward by nature.
3) writes stuff like what is mentioned in points 1. and 2. to confuse himself, because it definitely takes some balls to ride/ drive/ walk at high speed. but still fears lizards.
4) is convinced he's the chosen one. like the whole universe exists for him, to train him for something bigger.
5) likes cheap thrills. thrives on them.
why is important to understand oneself?
I don't know.
How will writing down what I already knew help me?
It won't.
c'mon nidhaan, there has to be something to it.....
well, I guess it all comes back to the typing speed issue. I'm increasing my capacity to type more, and thus share great wisdom with all mankind.
why is typing speed so important to you?
as stated earlier, it helps me write more in a shorter duration of time.
and why is that important?
I get more time time to do other random shit.
truly intellectual.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
sexy bitch!
sexy bitch.
why have i started saying this? I mean, all my friends are apparently sexy bitches now. and I don't know where it all started.........
on a different note,
I am about to embark on operation 'Y'. what does this operation entail? nothing. if you call giving your whole personality a makeover nothing. I aim to be pretentious now. Like a proper poseur. but i'll do it so well, it doesn't look like I'm posing.
no longer shall your hero be the carefree devil-may-care headbanging to LOG, yet secretly listening to bowling for soup motorhead. He will transform to a literature appreciating, classical music listening ninny. ok, im an ass. just because I dont read it now, doesnt mean i won't like it. lets give it a fair chance. but in life, are there any fair chances? i sure hope so.
I like Pantera, and I like wearing jeans and T shirts (simple basic, solid black grey red) and chunky watches with sports shoes. This is about as far from over-compensating as it can get. seriously. These are personal choices I make, because of my tastes. I do believe I'm a sensitive guy. not the most sensitive guy in the world, but neverthless. My wearing a LOG shirt is as over-compensating as a girl wearing eye makeup, or waxing, or shaving or shoes with pink flowers.
I love girls who do all that, because these girls are acting girly, which is what they should be acting like. why the fuck do I not get to tell every one that I like wearing my LOG shirt then. or that I love wearing chunky watches and my black simple nikes? Those, simply put are my eye make-up and bangles.
Infact, if i actually started dressing 'properly', and wearing slim dainty watches, listening to bands that don't rock, I think would be me over-compensating. trying to be more acceptable. thats fuckin bullshit.
gentlemen are defined by their actions, by their repect towards other people. not by the music they listen to (or pretend to listen to, because most of the times, they just hear it), or the books that they read. Fuck that shit. I like westerns, but you'll never catch me disrespecting a woman, even if she's not a lady.
People who work hard, are the people I admire.
and I like sopwith camels. and people who don't care about them, but know and respect the fact that I do. And i pray that whatever they want, works out for them. even if they won't tell me what they want.
why have i started saying this? I mean, all my friends are apparently sexy bitches now. and I don't know where it all started.........
on a different note,
I am about to embark on operation 'Y'. what does this operation entail? nothing. if you call giving your whole personality a makeover nothing. I aim to be pretentious now. Like a proper poseur. but i'll do it so well, it doesn't look like I'm posing.
no longer shall your hero be the carefree devil-may-care headbanging to LOG, yet secretly listening to bowling for soup motorhead. He will transform to a literature appreciating, classical music listening ninny. ok, im an ass. just because I dont read it now, doesnt mean i won't like it. lets give it a fair chance. but in life, are there any fair chances? i sure hope so.
I like Pantera, and I like wearing jeans and T shirts (simple basic, solid black grey red) and chunky watches with sports shoes. This is about as far from over-compensating as it can get. seriously. These are personal choices I make, because of my tastes. I do believe I'm a sensitive guy. not the most sensitive guy in the world, but neverthless. My wearing a LOG shirt is as over-compensating as a girl wearing eye makeup, or waxing, or shaving or shoes with pink flowers.
I love girls who do all that, because these girls are acting girly, which is what they should be acting like. why the fuck do I not get to tell every one that I like wearing my LOG shirt then. or that I love wearing chunky watches and my black simple nikes? Those, simply put are my eye make-up and bangles.
Infact, if i actually started dressing 'properly', and wearing slim dainty watches, listening to bands that don't rock, I think would be me over-compensating. trying to be more acceptable. thats fuckin bullshit.
gentlemen are defined by their actions, by their repect towards other people. not by the music they listen to (or pretend to listen to, because most of the times, they just hear it), or the books that they read. Fuck that shit. I like westerns, but you'll never catch me disrespecting a woman, even if she's not a lady.
People who work hard, are the people I admire.
and I like sopwith camels. and people who don't care about them, but know and respect the fact that I do. And i pray that whatever they want, works out for them. even if they won't tell me what they want.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
confessions of an over-the-hill drama queen
am i pretentious or am i not?
what am i?
who is god?
where do babies come from?
these are a couple of questions ive never bothered to ask myself or for that matter any other person.
why.i repeat.why do we need to know the answers to these questions?
i mean its not like im gonna go "holy shit.THATS GOD! wow i wonder if he'l be my friend." or "ok.im neo-liberal blah blah blooh blooh.woohoo.now that i know,i can join the club!"
if i'm pretentious,well,theres not much i can do about it,and if i'm not,well, woohoo.
why are people so worried about stuff that doesn'affect them.like other people getting mixed up between affect and effect.
if everyone chilled out a little more.things would be so much better.
do your bit.and then crack open a beer.dont worry about the result.thats my motto.
now if only i could live by it.
i really want a swiss army knife.not a small piddly one.one where the knife is actually scary.man that'd be cool.my dad has one.hmmmm.
i get on peoples nerves.thats why i have bery few friends.but trust me when i say this.the friends i do have,like the really good ones,the ones who like me even though theyve witnessed me being a pain in the ass,will stand by me through thick n thin(ive never figured out which is the bad thing- thick,or thin) and those are the people for whom i will do everything in my power to help.
i read this book once.its called "who moved my cheese".very famous.i thought it sucked.what sucked was not the idea.but the book.
thats all for tonight folks.
what am i?
who is god?
where do babies come from?
these are a couple of questions ive never bothered to ask myself or for that matter any other person.
why.i repeat.why do we need to know the answers to these questions?
i mean its not like im gonna go "holy shit.THATS GOD! wow i wonder if he'l be my friend." or "ok.im neo-liberal blah blah blooh blooh.woohoo.now that i know,i can join the club!"
if i'm pretentious,well,theres not much i can do about it,and if i'm not,well, woohoo.
why are people so worried about stuff that doesn'affect them.like other people getting mixed up between affect and effect.
if everyone chilled out a little more.things would be so much better.
do your bit.and then crack open a beer.dont worry about the result.thats my motto.
now if only i could live by it.
i really want a swiss army knife.not a small piddly one.one where the knife is actually scary.man that'd be cool.my dad has one.hmmmm.
i get on peoples nerves.thats why i have bery few friends.but trust me when i say this.the friends i do have,like the really good ones,the ones who like me even though theyve witnessed me being a pain in the ass,will stand by me through thick n thin(ive never figured out which is the bad thing- thick,or thin) and those are the people for whom i will do everything in my power to help.
i read this book once.its called "who moved my cheese".very famous.i thought it sucked.what sucked was not the idea.but the book.
thats all for tonight folks.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
no.no more i say.there shall be no more capital i's,sentences begining with capital letters and no more extra spaces.i mean really.fuck that shit.it takes more time to do that than actually type.or maybe thats just me.so anyway.yaaaaaaay.let anarchy reign.
AN-AR-CHY!!!!
AN-AR-CHY!!!!
WOOHOO.
doesn't anarchy suck?
i mean people who dig the idea of anarchy,or genuine hardcore anarchists piss me off.iv never met any.but still.id love to meet one just to be pissed off at them.
there are some aspects of anarchy i love.but others,i hate.why do i hate them?well.lets just say i like my security,my sanity,and my beer.in that order.
and dont try telling me that anarchy can be good.it can't.and thats that.
AN-AR-CHY!!!!
AN-AR-CHY!!!!
WOOHOO.
doesn't anarchy suck?
i mean people who dig the idea of anarchy,or genuine hardcore anarchists piss me off.iv never met any.but still.id love to meet one just to be pissed off at them.
there are some aspects of anarchy i love.but others,i hate.why do i hate them?well.lets just say i like my security,my sanity,and my beer.in that order.
and dont try telling me that anarchy can be good.it can't.and thats that.
Ok.So i created an account.
Now what do i do?
I mean all the cool kids do this right. So fuckin what.now the whole world can read my thoughts. Whats the big fuckin deal about that?I mean,I'm not exactly shy about speaking my mind,and do I really care about what a 47 year old burnt out hippie in wherever-the-hell-he-lives thinks? All the people who matter to me,know what I think.
I mean, I even know people who do'nt give out their blog adresses. I mean seriously,how retarded is that? Have these people never heard of notepad or word or even faithful dear old diary?
Seriously.WHY DO PEOPLE BLOG?
WHERE HAS THE WORD BLOG COME FROM?
WHY AM I TYPING IN CAPITALS?
Ok. I'm calm now.
The love of my life claims that this is a really smart thing to do. She claims that employers scout out these pages off the net and go through them before offering you a job. YA RIGHT. Now I want to show those guys exactly what i think. Ha. Nope. Never. Nevaaaaah I say. If those guys can't figure out what I'm all about through a 20 min interview and a gruelling written test,I don't deserve them (hehe).(noooooo.i really didn't mean that kind sir,please hire me.oh please please please *in really squeeky voice*)
I know I'm a little late, and the blogging craze has kinda died down, so this makes it a perfect time for me to make my entry.
I know I know. You're wondering why im thinking of even pursuing this activity considering I think its worthless.
I'l tell you why.
Hold your breath.
Wait wait.
Big buildup.
Drum roll..................
1) I need to increase my typing speed.
Ya.Thats pretty much it.
So don't be surprised if you see pages filled with "i love my house" and "my dog is pretty fast" here.
Oh,btw (ya.i just learned what that little abbreviation means)
i love you.
muuaaaaahahahahahahaaaaaaa.only someone who really likes me would be kind enough to read all the shit I'v written. I also assure you that I shall help you waste time in the future too.
Now what do i do?
I mean all the cool kids do this right. So fuckin what.now the whole world can read my thoughts. Whats the big fuckin deal about that?I mean,I'm not exactly shy about speaking my mind,and do I really care about what a 47 year old burnt out hippie in wherever-the-hell-he-lives thinks? All the people who matter to me,know what I think.
I mean, I even know people who do'nt give out their blog adresses. I mean seriously,how retarded is that? Have these people never heard of notepad or word or even faithful dear old diary?
Seriously.WHY DO PEOPLE BLOG?
WHERE HAS THE WORD BLOG COME FROM?
WHY AM I TYPING IN CAPITALS?
Ok. I'm calm now.
The love of my life claims that this is a really smart thing to do. She claims that employers scout out these pages off the net and go through them before offering you a job. YA RIGHT. Now I want to show those guys exactly what i think. Ha. Nope. Never. Nevaaaaah I say. If those guys can't figure out what I'm all about through a 20 min interview and a gruelling written test,I don't deserve them (hehe).(noooooo.i really didn't mean that kind sir,please hire me.oh please please please *in really squeeky voice*)
I know I'm a little late, and the blogging craze has kinda died down, so this makes it a perfect time for me to make my entry.
I know I know. You're wondering why im thinking of even pursuing this activity considering I think its worthless.
I'l tell you why.
Hold your breath.
Wait wait.
Big buildup.
Drum roll..................
1) I need to increase my typing speed.
Ya.Thats pretty much it.
So don't be surprised if you see pages filled with "i love my house" and "my dog is pretty fast" here.
Oh,btw (ya.i just learned what that little abbreviation means)
i love you.
muuaaaaahahahahahahaaaaaaa.only someone who really likes me would be kind enough to read all the shit I'v written. I also assure you that I shall help you waste time in the future too.
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