Wednesday, November 30, 2011

This post is (not)literally nothing.

I was going to write about God but then I couldn't because I was too busy doing other stuff for other people and because I'm sleepy and because my back hurts and because I have to go now. I was also going to write about Utopia, but then I got distracted by Justin Bieber interviews. (What? Don't go hatin' on the Bieber.)

So that is all for now. I will hopefully write tomorrow. I don't know if you care either way, I just wanted to post   something today.

Bye, I guess.

~Sam 

Random ramblings by a hate-filled person.

IM FUCKING FRUSTRATED. AND PISSED AND MAD. Why? Well, you see I'm sick of everyone and everything. It really doesn't help that no one is replying to my texts. They're probably genuinely busy, but from my side, i just see it as-not replying. and then I'm all, fuck everyone. I don't need anyone.(take no offence. I'm pissed and irrational at the moment and mad at myself.) Basically all this frustration began with the fact that I tried to be productive today, and I DIDNT DO JACK-fucking-SQUAT. And then there are people who are too fucking modest. I HATE MODEST PEOPLE. IF YOU'RE GOOD, JUST SAY IT GOD DAMN IT. "Dude I didn't do ANYTHING!" OH REALLY? THEN WHY DID YOU GET THAT PROMOTION, THAT A+ ON THAT TEST?
Why can't I get anything done? duhudddddddddddddddd*(PQ3 FHUI DSERYRYRYRYRYRYRYRY4HFEC TUHHHHH9WEWEWEhusdiiiii. That was a result of me banging my head on the keyboard.

this is malko saying maytheforcebewithyou(it certainly isnt with me. I HATE YOU FORCE.)

CURRENTLY LISTENING TO- PAIN by THREE DAYS GRACE.
CURRENT MOOD: do i really have to tell you HOW im feeling right now?

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Right here, Right now.

Currently listening to days are forgotten by kasabian.
currently obsessed with days are forgotten by kasabian, why this kolaveri (must be an indian to know this), here comes the sun by The Beatles.
Current mood-outcasted, depressed, self loathe(if thats even a feeling).

Friday, November 25, 2011

Why Freedom is a Myth


I wrote this for something else, but I have't updated in a long time, so here you go. 


Liberty, equality and fraternity.  Perhaps one of the most famous phrases of our times, these ideals were to be granted to all in the Utopian world imagined by the French Revolutionaries.  Unfortunately, the world today is no utopia. Let’s take just the first of these great ideals for now-liberty. Freedom. Independence. We may have won the latter years ago, but mankind in general is yet to attain the former, at least according to me. Freedom is a wonderful ideal, but in the end, that’s all it is. An ideal. A myth. A dream. An unattainable dream. Having to finish that presentation for work when you don't really give a damn about what you're talking about. Having to study for that test tomorrow when all you want to do is sleep. Having to smile, and talk to that lady when you’re bored out of your mind. Having to choose a career, a stream of study, anything because that is what pays, and that is what “society” respects and expects. Having to think five times before buying that pretty diamond necklace. Having to pander to social mores when all you want to do is kick and scream and shout and scratch. Is this the liberty we all believe we have? Is this “the right and power to act, believe, or express oneself in a manner of one's own choosing", which is what thefreedictionary defines liberty as?  Is this freedom? To me, freedom is, more than anything, the gift of choice. The choice to do what you want, when you want and how you want; to live the way you want, and die the same way.  To not be tied down by responsibility, or work, or grades, or marks, or ties, or anything. To be free, of judgements and expectations; discontentment and distress; fear and facade. Unfortunately, that is, always has been and in all probability always will be, just a dream.

~Sam

Monday, November 21, 2011

Right here, Right now

Currently listening to criminal by britney spears.
Currently obsessed with criminal by britney spears , countdown by beyonce.
Current mood- determined.

I know what youre thinking. Pop and me. But I do listen to pop. No really, I do.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Dear phone-making companies,


I have nails. You know, those annoyingly delicate and stubbornly transparent things growing at the end of your fingers, which refuse to turn a nice white-natural-french-manicure-type-opaque despite your best efforts, and which you glower at every time you see friends with strong, healthy,  non-transparent nails? Yeah, those. You know how hard it is to make my finger tip touch my phone from under those? No, of course you don't, because if you did, you'd manufacture more effing nail-sensitive ("resistive" is the technical term, they tell me) touch phones! Please go back to the Stone Age and start making resistive phones again. I don't care if capacitive phones are more advanced or progressive or fancy. I just want to be able to use my nails. That's all. Is that too much to ask? 

~Thanking you and sincerely hoping you'll heed my request before I have to take more stringent action (like having to cut off my talons, or maybe just sharpen them on your heads), Sam. 

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

scrapbook making

 Birthdays. *sigh* I was really confused on what to get my friend, so i settled for a scrapbook. ITS HARD. :S HELPPP.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Inheritance

Note: Here, I will be speaking of both the Inheritance Cycle and the last book of the series, Inheritance. If you haven't read them, you probably won't understand this.


I know, I know. It's cliched and it's tediously descriptive, it brings nothing new to the table and we all know what the ending will be. The problems are all easily solvable, with no real struggle, nor does it make you emote like other series of the same genre. Each book is about five times longer than it should be, the style of writing doesn't do much to commend itself, and the plot is pretty much something a fifth grader would come up with. Evil powerful king vs young untested boy? *yawn* Been there, done that. I'm too old for such books, and should probably be reading deep shit like this, or even better, catching up on that whole backlog of work before someone kills me.

But. Despite all of that, I still love it. I know everything will end happily ever after, and that Christopher Paolini (probably) doesn't have the strength (or meanness) required to kill off major characters, unlike a certain author who shall remain unnamed (but really. Why DOBBY? Why, J K Rowling, WHY? I finally almost forgave you for Sirius, and then you had to go kill Fred and Dobby? How could you be so heartless! You're such a talented author, I'm sure you could have come up with a way to make the story just as interesting without killing everyone that garnered an ounce of sympathy from me. But no, you had to go and show the world that nothing could come in the way of the story, not even basic humanity.)

Anyway. Inheritance. So..I know that Eragon will find some magic way of solving every problem in the world, and that he and Arya will get together somehow, and that Galbatorix will be defeated and all of Alagaesia will be at peace, and everyone will live happily ever after. But I don't know how. And I want to know. I need to know. Whatever you say about Paolini's writing skill, he's made me want that, need that. And so I will buy the book, and read it, and defend it, and love it.

And you can laugh all you want.

~Sam

I'm not sure why I wrote this. I just had to get that out there.



UPDATE: So apparently I was wrong in some of my predictions. Which, trust you me, does nothing to help the book. I'd rather it had taken its predictable way to its predictable end, than what actually happened. 

Our Forefathers Were Wise

Finally some time to write! One of the few advantages of falling sick, I suppose.

Anyway. I was thinking the other day, the older I get, the more I realize that all those maxims we've been hearing since we were little children-knowledge is power, a bird in hand is better than two in the bush, etc, etc-they're all so true.

  • Knowledge is power. The more dirt you have on someone, the easier it is to blackmail them into doing something for you, as my friends have demonstrated time and again. 
  • Ignorance is bliss. You were perfectly content with your life until you saw that new Guess bag which just came out, and learned of its existence, and all of a sudden, the world became a darker place. Or until you found out about that surprise test or whatever. 
  • A chain is only as strong as its weakest link, as Wormtail so wonderfully showed us. [If you don't get that reference, you don't deserve to be here. Or you could, you know, just comment and ask me to explain. Or just find yourself some time to read one of the greatest series ever written.]
  • A penny saved is a penny earned. Which, in today's world, just translates to "A pound not gained is a pound lost", which everyone knows is the truth. 
  • A golden key can open any door-is there anyone on this planet who can't be bribed somehow or the other into doing something? 
  • A leopard cannot change its spots, and I'm yet to meet a reformed bitch (screw trying to be PG-13).
  • Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, as that mismatched couple living down any street can attest to. Also, why would he leave Jennifer to marry Angelina? Why, Brad, why?!  Ditto 'love is blind'. 
  • You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink. You can ground me, but you can't make me work. 
  • When in Rome, do as Romans do. And don't wear miniskirts in the Middle East. (Again, no offence meant to anyone of any religion or faith. Just an example.)
  • Two heads are better than one. Ever heard of the Hydra? Even today, the word is used for any un-resolvable problem. 
  • Truth is stranger than fiction. THEY WERE MARRIED FOR 72 DAYS! SEVENTY. TWO. DAYS!
  • There's an exception to every rule. Including sanity, apparently. 
  • The female of the species is deadlier than the male. A line from a poem, and I have but one word to say to this-mosquitoes. 
  • Make hay while the sun shines. And don't ask your mom for permission to go to that party when she's busy working, or is pissed at someone. 
I could go on like this forever, but I think I've made my point. Which is..sometimes, old people can be right. And lame-sounding stuff can be true. 

~Sam

Monday, November 14, 2011

Right here, Right now

currently listening to Shot In The Dark by Within Temptation.   Listen To It!
current mood- content.

READ ME IF YOU LIKE GOTH(even if you don't like it, you should try):
The entire album of Within Temptation's album is brilliant. 

I annoy myself.

Yeah, so I annoy myself because one moment I think I'm awesome and I'm pretty happy with how I am...and the next thing you know, I have self esteem issues. Its a sign of bipolarism(is that a word?), I'm sure.

this is malko saying, maytheforcebewithyou

Friday, November 11, 2011

Right here, Right now

Currently listening to All Over You by The Spill Canvas. Currently obsessed with Karma Police by Radiohead and Just in Love by Joe Jonas(shocking, I know). Current mood- randomness.

My happy place.

Perfect music brings me great joy. I have never loved anything or anyone as much as I love music. It doesn't take sides and is impartial. Music is my haven and saving grace. Sometimes I wonder whether I'd be the same person as I am now, if music hadn't been in my life. It is the only thing that has the power to cause change. For those of you who don't know me very well, now would be a good time to tell you that I have pretty strong emotions. Even my friends stay away from me when I get mad. When I have my "Piss off or else I will use words to make you cry" moments, music is the ONLY thing that has the power to influence me. Ever feel like a song was written for you? Or do you get the feeling that the artist is singing to you? Yeah. It's the best feeling. Because it gives you hope that you're not the only one feeling like shit. It helps me believe that i am not alone. When I listen to a good song, I forget everything. Where I am, what's going on, and all the shit that going on. Hell, a bomb could diffuse and I wouldn't notice. Those of you who love music as much as I do,know exactly what I'm talking about. Those of you who don't really get it and think " It's music. What's the big deal?" I'm terribly sorry to tell you that you are missing out on something extremely beautiful(forgive me for being critical, but I have freedom of speech). Its never to late. Pick up some ear worthy tracks and give it a shot. Give music a shot. It can change your life. I know it changed mine. This is malko saying maytheforcebewithyou.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Sam is a second grader.

Note: Everything in bold is written by Sam. So this is 2 people talking to you, not 1 person talking to him/herself. Just so that's clear. 
Moving on..
Sam and I were on the phone for an HOUR trying to customize our blog. So comments would be nice (so that Sam doesn't go and change it. Again. For the millionth time). Also because now I think that it looks real pretty and all, but it doesn't really match our personalities. Its too..serene?.. for a bunch of crazy people like us. So now I'm all confused again, but I honestly can't spend another hour trying to figure this out. So please comment, and tell us what you like, and what you hate, and what you would change and which has been your favorite template/layout/skin so far. Oh, and while you're at it, your favorite posts and what sort of stuff you want us to blog about. AND I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE SO DON'T JUST COME AND LOOK AND PRETEND YOU DIDN'T SEE THIS AND TRY TO SNEAK AWAY WITHOUT COMMENTING!*sits back and looks hopefully at the screen, waiting for comments to magically appear* 


So earlier we (read: Malko) were (was) just saying that if both of us logged onto the same g mail account and chatted there (if it was possible{it wasn't possible}), it would seem as though it was a schizophrenic person was talking to himself. (What? Why are you looking at us like that?)


 Let me tell you this, she changes her mind a million times! And she has this weird thing where she thinks everything should match. Like a second grader. I (thankfully) have grown out of the habit of making everything match(and was smart enough to realize that making stuff match was completely foolish.  WE CANNOT HAVE JARRING, MIS-MATCH-ING COLOR SCHEMES! What is so second-grader-y about that? Its not like I said, "Lets make everything blue!" {Okay, maybe I did. But that's not the point.} I just wanted it to look pretty. Is that so bad? *looks pitiably at you with cute puppy dog eyes she would kill to have in real life* So by the end of the conversation, I just kept refreshing the blog page every time she changed something and checking whether I liked it or not, and each time I would answer "its fine" in a completely monotonous and bored tone. Then Sam would get all upset saying "This blog is our baby! How can you not be excited?" Imagine the condition of her real babies! :O
Like, hello! Forgive me for caring! Hmph!


 And it is our baby. We created it, didn't we? :(


~Malko and Sam

 (Note: All of that commenting stuff doesn't apply to people who have my number and can just text me their opinions.) 


Update from the future: I refuse to accept I ever wrote this.

This is why I wish I were a gay guy.


"Nice guys are ugly, hot guys are assholes and nice hot guys are gay." Now in graph form. 
The accuracy of this picture is creepy.



~Sam


Monday, November 7, 2011

hi!

I dont know how many of you actually pay attention to my Right Here Right Now posts, but i figured that if i don't have anything to write about, i might as well put it in music. Its what im best at anyway. Im hoping you enjoy the music as much as i do. ^_^

malko saying maythemusicalforcebewithyou

Right here, Right now.

currently listening to  DONT WANNA BE- GAVIN DEGRAW
current mood- depressed.
 malko saying maytheforcebewithyou

Sunday, November 6, 2011

I am about to have a breakdown.

People tired of me ranting and raving and being depressed and PMS-y, go away. This is not for you.

People depressed and looking for someone to empathize with , read on.

So I woke up happy today, and I thought-"I've been moaning too much, I should really surprise them (as in, you. Yes you. You right there looking at this right now) with a happy post." So then I was sitting and thinking about how the sun is shining and the birds are singing and la di da di da-and then shit happened. (Doesn't it always?). And I know it happens to everyone, and that I'll be happy again tomorrow, and that I'm not the only sufferer in the world, and that there are people out there who are suffering more than am, but when have other people's sufferings ever made a difference to your own? I can't tell you what my suffering is because I'm trying to be anonymous and not get killed or kidnapped by some random stalker, and this is a pretty identity-related problem, but what I can tell you is..its all building up. All the stress and the tension and the worry and the bullshit. The expectations and the judgement. All of it. Like tears at the back of your eyes, and that cry-ey feeling in your throat, which doesn't go away because you don't let yourself cry, for whatever reason. But one day, those tears are gonna come out. And I'm going to cry. And I'm going to scream. And I'm going to bitch and argue and fight and be an extremely mean, rude, selfish person who does not Give A Damn. And I really hope that day comes soon, because then it'll all be okay. It'll all be out, and I'll be normal again, I'll be me again. The tears will be out, all my frustrations will be vented, and we can all live happily ever after and not have to contend with depressing posts from me ever again. Until the next time I PMS. But anyways.

 So here is me sincerely hoping that Breakdown happens, and happens SOON. Or that all the frustration building up within me disappears on its own, without needing a breakdown, like ice cream in the fridge or money in the bank.

~A Very Bleh, Sam


I really hope no one read this. I haven't proofread, or even cared about being coherent. But if you did, kudos to you! And to me, because I finally managed to say "kudos" xD


I'll go away now. 

Friday, November 4, 2011

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'm tired of people telling me how to live my life.
I'm tired of having to do something just because the world demands it, because "that's the way its done".
I'm tired of customs and traditions and religion and hypocrisy and manipulations.
I'm tired of not knowing what I want, but wanting it just the same.
I'm tired of not having time.
I'm tired of pretenses and facades, lies and deception and unkept promises.
I'm tired of judgement.
I'm tired of appeasing.
I'm tired of imperfection.
I'm tired of being so discontent.
I'm tired of having so much work and so little sleep. I'm tired of insomnia.
I'm tired of unfulfilled dreams and of losing my dreams, my 'religion', my friends, my family, my ties.
I'm tired of worrying, about the environment, about the world, about myself, my future, my family, my friends.
I'm tired of sympathizing and empathizing, of feeling guilty and hating myself.
I'm tired of sickness and colds and aches and split-ends.
I'm tired of being a coward.
I'm tired of all the things wrong with this stupid world, filled with these stupid people and their stupid words.
I'm tired of having to know things.
I'm tired of suffering and pain and death, misery and fear and desperation.
I'm tired of having to give in to the "system". I'm tired of having no other choice.
I'm tired of planning, of losing all spontaneity.
I'm tired of having to think twice.
I'm tired of questions.
I'm tired of expectations.
I'm tired of competing.
I'm tired of caring.
I'm tired of mood swings and depression.
I'm tired of drifting.
I'm tired of rules.
I'm tired of inequality.
I'm tired of hating, and haters.
I'm tired of this world.

I'm just..tired.

~A Still PMS-ing, Sam.



Post inspired by: http://francesjoy.blogspot.com/2011/05/tired.html

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Why can't the world just go away?

Because honestly, it isn't that great a world. If every single human being on the planet died, I think it would be a much, much better place. Because the way we're living, we don't deserve to live. Whether it be the wild jungle, or the concrete one, its still survival of the fittest. We can call ourselves civilized and human as many times as we want, but the truth is, animals are probably a hell lot more "humane" than we are. At least they don't lie. At least they don't deceive. At least they're honest. Even if its a fox, or a coyote or a vulture, at least its honest about its dishonesty and cunning-ness. They live together or in isolation, help each other or eat their young, at least you know where you stand with them. They kill because they have to, survive on inter-dependence and cos-existence, we just..do whatever we want to, and try to (and do) get away with it. At least they're honest.We, on the other hand, are not. There is not a single person on the face of this planet whom you don't know absolutely intimately that you can trust. And sometimes, you can't even trust them. Most rapes and kidnaps take place with the help of "trusted" friends or family. We've created this beautiful facade, where we all pretend to be kind and generous and sympathetic and Christian in our behavior, but how many of us really are? We sit and we criticize and we cry and we preach about starving orphans in Africa; what do we do about it? We're divided by every single possible thing in this world. Race, religion, country, color, caste, creed, gender..name it, and its a divide among humans. We speak about environmental problems and go and print a dozen flyers. We hold summits and spend the entire time arguing over what other people should do, how much they should pay, rather than thinking of what we can do. We take the microscopic minority of a group, a nation, any group, any nation, and make them representative of the whole. A few obvious examples- a Muslim planned 9/11, ergo, all Muslims are secretly planning to kill you. The American government interfered where it shouldn't have, ergo all Americans are bad, selfish hypocrites. An Australian behaved in a racist way, ergo all Australians are racists.

Really? I mean, really? You could know my parents since their childhood, know them inside out, but you still wouldn't know me, because I'm a different person, an individual. And if my parents can't give you any insight into who I am, what I am, how the hell can you judge me on what one of a million of my countrymen did dozens of years ago?!

I don't claim to have answers. I don't claim to be perfect. I've never donated for Africa and I've judged people on a minute's meeting. I'm just as prejudiced and evil as the next person. All I know is-I don't think we ever grow up, or learn anything. Sure, we speak a little better, dress it all up a little better, and sure, the stakes are a lot higher, but in the end, we're all little five year olds. Fighting with a sibling over the remote, fighting with the Israelis for Jerusalem. Quarreling over who gets the bigger room, starting World War 2 for a little bit of land. Thinking your mom favors the other kid, thinking the world is conspiring against you. We're masters at victimizing ourselves, at putting up these beautiful facades to make everything seem the way we want it to seem.If Hitler had won, we'd probably accept that the Holocaust was brilliant just as we accept all the other trash fed to us today. Governments, politicians, the media. How do we trust any of them? How do we know who's bad, and who's good? Is anyone good? We're civilized, we're globalized, but in the end, its just each man for himself. You might sympathize over a friend's pain, but you'll cry over your own. You might give someone a buck, but you wouldn't mind stealing someone else's job to earn ten thousand. You might be nice, but you'll never be nicer to anyone more than yourself, not your wife, not your kids, not your mother. We're literally animals. And that is why we're humans. And that is why the world should end.



~A Very Disillusioned (and majorly incoherent, I'm sorry if I couldn't get my point across very well) Sam

PS- I attribute the above post entirely to PMS which got me disillusioned and depressed, and hearing about Jullian Assange's extradition-thing, which got me started on the whole, "How do we know even Assange isn't secretly a selfish rapist-liar?" train of thought, which led me to this.





Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Right here, Right now.

currently listening to party rock anthem -LMFAO

EVERYDAY IM SHUFFLIN'! *does the shuffle dance with diksha , nanya, raiya and the neetster*

malko saying maytheSHUFFLINforcebewithyou.

Just Wondering

How come when a girl's bra strap just peeks through she's a slut, but when a guy's underwear is blaring out 'cuz his pants are so low, he's cool?

~Sam

UPDATE from malko~ depends on the kind of people you know, the places you and how you project yourself. Where we live, people pretty much judge you. As far as i know, people think I'm arrogant and mean. well i guess that's kinda true. sometimes. But i can also be awesome. XD