Mirror

I am lost, I am vain!

2011-09-19T17:19:00.000-07:00

I can't win, I can't reign
I will never win this game
Without you, without you

I am lost, I am vain,
I will never be the same
Without you, without you

I won't run, I won't fly
I will never make it by
Without you, without you

I can't rest, I can't fight
All I need is you and I,
Without you, without.... You!

Can't erase, so I'll take blame
But I can't accept that we're
Estrange
Without you, without you

I can't quit now, this can't be right
I can't take one more sleep this night
Without you, without you

I won't soar, I won't climb
If you're not here I'm paralyzed without you, without you
I can't look, I'm so blind
Lost my heart, I lost my mind without you without... You!

I am lost, I am vain,
I will never be the same
Without you, without you, WITHOUT YOU

This is the new song of David Guetta Ft. Usher - Without You

Far far away

2011-09-01T13:24:00.000-07:00

Hummm..
Walk a thousand miles just to see her smile again
Now she’s far far away
And I’d do anything just to see her face

But she’s far far away.

You're running through my mind all day...

2011-08-26T11:07:00.001-07:00

You are Dime..
Top of the line..
Words can't define..

"Seriously"! I've definitely have a weak heart. I make my moments memorable, framed in my heart.
And then stupid expectation! In the end, I became sad. We are human beings..right we all have expectation.
Friend of mine said, I use the word "Seriously" every time.

My new TaylorMade Burner SuperFast Driver. I am super obsessed with her. Yeah! All my cool gears are feminine. Specially, this one. I embrace her tight; she encourages to aim to the target; she is the one who let me fly... to the target green... to cross 250 yards line. I simply LOVE her. I dreamed about her last night; did tons of background research if she is the best for me; went to a simulator to analyse my swing and then made my mind- Yess! She is the one.

Facebook?

2011-05-30T13:45:00.001-07:00

"So..I don't have any facebook."
"Whatt? Are you like 45 or so?"

What does your soul ask you?

2011-04-19T11:29:00.000-07:00

Buddy of mine; my ex-roommate; very good friend, a man with heart has just told me that he quit his job and set out for the road saying, "I don't like all day calculating load for the structures...I don't like engineering...I want to explore my artistic side...I want to sell my arts"!

I was speech-less!
I have no words to express my surprise, anxiety, weird feeling, and feeling bad for him, all together!
Whattt?? Really? I mean....

Everybody changes. Change is another name of life. If you don't change and think who moved your cheese forever, you have to end up in misery. Accept it and feel the challenge and definitely you'll find glory of life.
In my words, I told him this.
Am I wrong?

Save them..they are dying! Yess! languages.

2011-03-30T12:45:00.000-07:00

Just random googleing end me up into a TED talk where Ms. Patricia Ryan spoke about "Don't insist English". She is teaching English in Abu Dhabi for last 30 years. According to her statement, "A Language dies every 14 days"!

Superb..soul touching speech.

In the states,still Native American here they have their own regiment; they want to preserve their craft, culture, languages, pow-wows although they speak English. But a new students from a village in an engineering college have to face the awkwardness of not very fluent in English. Well! It takes time; everybody will learn it someday. In India in my schooldays I remember how we were chased to learn English. It was said that if you don't know English then there is no-job! You'll get respect among your friends if you use few English phrases in your sentences like the chocolate chips in the cookies. There are people who can't even speak the national language of India, Hindi and expecting an awareness of our rich heritage of thousands of dialects over more than 30 languages is a shame. In this World, India and Indonesia are the most unique countries with lots of languages or so! In our recorded 2500 years of history, probably we have ignored plenty of languages which lead the death of languages. I feel sorry for them (my friends) who were very proud of themselves of not knowing Hindi or other languages but English in India; and now when I happen to talk to them I feel like crying hearing their heavy-accent of Indo-British English.

I don't know..I feel like going to the tribal native Indians' (Adibashi or 'Saotaal') and listen to their poetry, songs and make them feel proud of their culture and languages. I mean why not we all should preserve our past; every society has their own culture, characters and language where the beauty lies.

May be I should install Bengali fonts or so in my Laptop that way I can write in Bengali...

Earth Hour tonight at 8:30 your local time :)

2011-03-26T18:07:00.000-07:00

Miss my schooldays...when the lights of the whole building is switched off!
Right now..I'm writing my blog, hoping someone read it and switch off his apartment light unlike in school actively asking everyone to switch off light for an hour. I wish that I'm not a cripple right now..I hate myself being a help-seeker...I hate my life!

Why Earth Hour? Why switch-off the light?
To let people like you (who is reading the blog now and don't aware about your green future!) know that we are aware of the global pollution, environmental crisis etc. etc. J/K. We need your your help. We ant you at our side.

Well. Now enjoy the music - by 'The Temper Trap' - Sweet Disposition.

The Adjustment Bureau

2011-03-12T14:44:00.000-08:00

Yeah....the Chairperson (yup! I am NOT writing the 'Chairman') can adjust your life; but have you ever thought why do they do it? Just to play with our lives? Are these chairpersons childish or childlike? Yeah..think about the the life after our death or rebirth....the infiniteness of the universe..yeah, it does NOT make any sense, at least for me. Focus on your goal; shot life; enjoy it in every moment, feel the spirit of fee-will = may be the happiness without the pursuit.

So, we saw the movie last night. Good one. 8. Out of 10. The short story has the fire; no it's the movie and my next must-read.

Hind mythological concept mixes with Biblical free will re-established the existence of the God and his salute to the true-love. It might be second best chick-flick movie after "The Lakehouse". Yeah...I believe in that 'something' after the 'first' kiss which make you take the same bus for three years at same time. "Who does that?". Hahahaha...there are some crazy bastards are out there hunting for real-love; I'm sure. But in this real world of confusions where people does NOT exactly know what does she needs (or what really makes her happy); it very nearly impossible to find the right person and then recognize her that she is the one; or she is the ultimate one!?

Cut the crap, the movie was good; really good. It'll make you think; write a post in your blog.

"The problems" where you just can be numb...do nothing!!!

2011-03-06T19:59:00.000-08:00

I just bought two shirts to help the helpers against the genocide at Darfur. After my friend's recommendation; I happened to see the movie. Thanks Netflix. I cried; I was feeling hopeless; my tears of determination dedicated to this young man from Seattle- Brian Steidle. My salute to you, Brian.
Yeah! The Devil Came on Horseback. They did not have no mercy. They kill innocents just for few bucks ...in the name of racism.

Sin Nombre. No name. If you see the movie, really you can not name it. It's true story; it could have been portrayed in more realistically but ....it's based on true story and enough to think about the life; lives at developing countries!

Beautiful Girl

2011-02-27T22:32:00.000-08:00

I want to sing this..so passionately..I never felt for this emotional (happy or sad) to sing from my soul...I want to!

While you read the lyrics; Click on the title for the mandatory listening.

`~~~~~~~`

"Beautiful Girl"

by INXS

Nicky's in the corner
With a black coat on
Running from a bad home
With some cat inside

Now where did you find her
Among the neon lights
That haunt the streets outside
Stay with me

Beautiful girl (stay with me)
Beautiful girl (stay with me)
She wants to go home

From doorway to doorway
Street corner to corner
With the neon ghosts in the city
And she says

Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me

She's so scared
So very frightened
Anything could happen
Right here tonight

Beautiful girl (stay with me)
Beautiful girl (stay with me)
She wants to go home

Stay with me (beautiful girl)
Stay with me (beautiful girl)
Stay with me (beautiful girl)
Stay with me (beautiful girl)

A party where all software-geeks came!

2011-02-26T16:11:00.000-08:00

I'm pretty sure that people fell happy when they realized that they are supreme; he is superior than the person whom everybody is thinking cool. May be be I am wrong...but I read it when I talk to people in their face and instantly I want to make fun of them (in my way)!

Prelude
I had my ACL torn up from skiing in extreme condition (i.e. night, stormy & black diamond slope) then I had the surgery which I never thought that would F-ed up my life so F-ing badly. I can't walk; can't work; can't do anything...F-ing dependent on friends! This situation made me feel how I miss my family...Maa, I miss you.

Well, Now I am at my friend's place and who works for one of the world's best software/networking firm XOXO. His birthday was yesterday; so party..... Damn! I wish, the Doc. has given me permission to drink!
Anyway, so..in this party (FYI, this is in the Silicon Valley) there were all software-geeks from all "big" software companies; you name it...at least one representative of that company was there. Facebook, Google, Yahoo....!

The body (Sorry! Story)

The story begins...Three of this XOXO company big shots are here in the party; Assist-team-managers.
I was DJing with my iTunes, Youtube, & Pandora. They came to me.

"Hummm...so how did it happen?"
They saw my knee-brace and crutches, limping and the DJing...yayyy!!
They have gotta talk to me! I am the DJ!
"You know...It's a long story; some other time..", I replied with smile, "..enjoy the music..mix..mingle..have fun!".
"Yeah...we are..thank you..NOW we are more interested what happened? What is it? It's not broken bone right?"
"I had ACL surgery now I'm on rehabilitation physiotherapy!", tried to make my sad face hide but a spark of the good (or evil in your logic) happened in my mind.
"Ohh..No! What happened? Man! it's painful right?"
"Yeah..very. Very."
I described my painful schedule of physiotherapy and daily routine.
"Dude...so skiing? Soccer? hahahaha...So how did it happen?"
"Yeah...I told you long story..right", I was trying to avoid them.
"We are interested to hear it, friend"
"Ok..here is the moral..Don't be friendly to your girlfriend's ex-boyfriend."I chewed my jaws to make the statement bold.
"Whattt?", I saw the credibility in their eyes...Yess! I'm selling it...they ARE F-ing eating it.
"Yeessh! I met this girl in a salsa club who was has ended her relationship the day before. She was pretty and very interesting..and she is a lecturer in the local community college. English. I asked her..'teach me' and she said, 'I love your accent'. And yeah..love story began! Few days after I was introduced with her ex-boyfriend. That very day we have decided to go to the Lake Tahoe..for skiing..skiing at night."
"Oh! My God!", they are totally buying it. Believe me I am an amazing liar....first grade, born-actor. The ...Golden Globe for the best actor goes to CoolBohemian.
"Skiing at night? Is there light? How did you guys do it?" . They are concerned! Yess! I sold it.
"I love to be at the edge...you'll feel every single kick of your adrenalin thrust!", my confidence reflected over my jaws. I looked up from my laptop screen; I looked into their eyes.
"Okay..long story short..my new girl-friend's ex challenged me to go on the black diamond slope and I am not that pro. in skiing yet and on the track he wanted me to go for the maximum speed. It was snowing so badly; visibility was almost zero.", I continued, "So I was sliding down and suddenly saw that a person fallen down on my exact way... ", I took a pause. "To avoid the collision I had to fall over facing my front!"
"Boom!"
"and I ended up with severe pain inside my ankle...Doctor said that I've torn my ACL up. I need a surgery.
...and here I am infront of you in brace and crutch."
They are impressed with my story telling.
"So..did you do computer science?"
"No! Actually I wanted to do it but I could not make it happen", I was sad. "It was always a dream to write some code. Man! I wanted to be a part of XOXO company. I did architecture but I know all creative suites from 3D S Max to Dreamweaver code. I just finished learning python. I just wanted be like you guys..write code." I lied. From head to tale. I praised him profusely. I made him superior. I lied; lied ; and lied. I was feeling his smile of proud. It makes me happy.
"You know..", I looked at him like broken heart, "XOXO asked me for an interview on August but sadly they said that they canceled the position because some budget issues!".
"Really? Who took your interview?"
Man! I got fucked up! I don't know anyone in this XOXO company...I was just playing with him!
"John...I forgot the last name.....probably Bradshaw or Wheale or something", I said the most common American male name! I am a confident liar. Lie-detector would have trouble getting my reading...I am serious! "He was the creative director, junior. If you want I can give his full detail." I know, if I am confident then he is not going to ask me any details further.
"Dude..we would love to have you abroad in our XOXO. Next time give my reference and I will try to talk to this John"

I smiled seeing a chicken infront of me! Next time I will describe him my passion about greening the world. I just published my MS thesis as a book.

Love is fragile.

2011-01-26T14:24:00.000-08:00

[ Here is a figment of my imagination. This posting did not happen; it was planned but it did not happen. SO I replaced names; changed locations..blah blah..blah.
If you are Robin, forgive me. The name is beautiful; I borrowed it.]

Well..Robin does not have any idea of the lunar eclipse but I know she would be dead-serious to enjoy the every thrill of witnessing it. It was perfect timing for all PSTers(Pacific Std .Time)! It could start from 930ish and the full eclipse was at 1215ish. It was supposed be rainy but it ended up not raining but little chilly. Perfect.

It starts with her smile...then hug. I am talking about little heart-pounding. I was waiting for her by the BART station...she arrived with a huge smile on her face, a stylish hand bag on her shoulder, a sudden wind splashed over her face....her hair waved,"I'm cold".
Damn! She is beautiful.
I can't resist myself to refrain to give her a warm hug, "How have you been? How was you day?".
"Mehh...alright, I guess! So where are we eating?
"Hummm! have you checked out this fancy Mexican restaurant before? Huge section of wines and from the online menu seems awesomeness of Mexican spice in an American way! What do you say?"
"Sounds good.", she smiled.
...........
"What about an ice-cream at Dolores park?"
(For the record/for my international readers, this park is the one where you can have great view of the city San Francisco...down town, Bay bridge..the whole island of SF east bay area)
"My treat.", she looked upward to my eyes. With this full moon glare on her face, she is gorgeous. We were seating outside porch of the restaurant.
I looked into her lips. Her lips were in the huge screen of my mind-canvas.
That micro-second was frozen.
................

We were sitting at the top old wooden bench at the park...it's nice. Cityscape. Neon signs. Natural composition of lights on dark black canvas of water and land. The full moon is just above our head with a shyness...often she was hiding behind those silver lined clouds. The bright sky blends down to the dark bay with reflection of the city-life. The illuminated Bay-bridge makes the composition complete. It was not perfectly beautiful. It was beyond that.
I looked at Robin's face. Was she the Luna-the Roman goddess in her past life?
..............
"Wow...you did not tell me that tonight the full Lunar Eclipse?", She stood up from the bench walked few steps to have a better view. I sketched the whole composition - a bird's eye perspective - I am sitting on a wooden bench at the left edge and she was standing, staring at the moon.
It was midnight. The Eclipse is almost complete. The semi-circular moon - the one of the awesomest phenomenal of the nature.

I turned towards her slowly. There is something inside my heart pounding....she smiled softly. Our eyes locked. A sudden zephyr made a lock of her hair over her eyes. She removed it slowly. Everything are in slow motion....my heartbeats are louder and slower. I am not in control of my body movement. It is just happening. Only a inch distance between us; I feel her breath. There is a quick shiver at the corner of her lips.

The full-moon eclipse is the witness; my lips touched her.

..an awkwardly awesome moment!

2011-01-02T15:09:00.000-08:00

...I had no idea that the story started from here. Yeah! Nobody knows that who is thinking about him silently. I guess...that's why these are stories.

"So are you a US Citizen?", the mid-aged women asked me. She was sitting next to me in the bus. I was going to my Photography Club; I've plenty of time after office: new city, new life, and very less like-minded friends. The average US population ignores the bus service. Typically Black, Hispanic or poor people (like me) travels in the bus.
"Hahaha..Does my accent sounds like American? No. I'm not. I did schooling from Texas A&M thou' and just graduated with a job in your bay-area.", I laughed.
"In the bay-area there are tons of accents; you can't tell who is American or not!"
So, I met her. She is an middle aged women with very smiley face. She works an Architect at the Oakland City Office. Yesss! I got the jackpot to get my license work get started.
"So why are you travelling in Bus?"
I laughed,"Hahaha...I have infinite endless time to kill. I'm new to the bay area."
She laughed out loud.

So, Cool Bohemian, there is a brand new gourmet sandwich place would you like to check it out?
It was the more or less her email. Last to last week. "I'm totally down", I replied. I thought that I would be asking my retire plans, few other career opportunities, and also my license fundamentals. I was ready to take a break from my lunch-routine and also exited to try a new restaurant.

~~~~

I reached there around 12:10. Little late. There was no one waiting for me! I was feeling shy to get into the restaurant just by myself, so, I decided to go to Bakesale Betty's and get a sloppy-joe. Waited on line and after I just ordered it, I looked at the door way, she was there. "There you are...", she found me.
"Yeah, I could not find you over there, so, I've decided to come up here"
"CComme on! cancel it".
"I never have done it before!', I was surprised. I mean why she is so desperate! Isn't it weird?
"Hahaha...it's so easy", she canceled the order for me.

~~~~

I entered the new restaurant with her. Nice, polished restaurant. I like the metal finished wall. It has character.
I like it. It's cozy.
"You have to call in to get a table here", she wondered, "so I picked the bar!"
"Humm...", I wondered around.
"Is that cool?", she asked.
"Yeah...perfect."
My eyes stuck into a beautiful lady by the bar. She removed her hair over her eyes and looked at us!
GOD! She is beautiful. Green eyes. I want to sit by her not you Ms. Architect. I whispered in my own mind.
We approached to the bar...I looked at the beautiful lady twice; I could not help myself.

It was kinda narrow passage, we had to stop, so I let Ms. Architect to lead my way.
She stopped by that beautiful lady, turned around me, smiled, "Meet my daughter, Claire!"

My Grandma died last night....

2010-11-19T22:39:00.000-08:00

Mis sister called me at least seven times...I missed her call during my office hour. I got her call just few hours ago, I was partying with my friends...my mom was crying over the phone, "your gran-ma...your gradma..past away last night!"

I felt a sudden hollow in my heart, instantly.

Goddamnit! I am 24 hrs away from my family! I don't understand how to react...I'm feeling very sad. I just can't imagine that there will be no 'thakuma' in my home. I can't imagine the picture. I don't believe in those life-death soul thing...I don't understand prayer after death. Why people ask to pray for the dead soul to rest in peace. She is dead! You can't see her anymore...face the brutal truth. Do they really see from the sky? I don't understand. I tried to cry...my mind pulled me back saying there is no point of crying..it is saying do something memorable for her! Thakuma never wanted me to come over to the USA...don't you ever go there..white people are freaky..blah blah blah! Dad said, she really wanted to see me before she died. I saw the movie 'Frida', the biographical of the artist 'Frida Kahlo', she painted her death-bed portrait which is famous by the Dreams. Frida knew that she was going to die but my grandma did not...may be she did but she did not tell me what was her wish! Dad just said that she wanted to see me!

I don't understand this hardcore reality...I just want to cry!

The awesomeness begins...

2010-11-15T00:33:00.000-08:00

I'm in front of your door for last 5 mins and now I'm leaving!

This was the text and just the micro-second before I press the 'send' button, the never met friend called my name, CoolBohemian...?Is that you? So Sorry...my phone was not with me! But why did not you press the calling-bell?

oh!..Hi..Sorry I could not figure it out which button was it or so!
Anyway...here I am. It's nice meeting you. Would you mind carrying my camera-bag, please...meanwhile I can carry my bike to the stairs. I don't San Francisco!

Hahahaha...for sure. It is nice meeting you.

It was a nice-diner with bunch of cool people. This nice girl was there too! She is from Spain..dark curly hair..dark brown eyes and very friendly. With her Spanish accent, she was looking really lovely. Like the proverb, in all American male hearts there's a space for Mexican beauty, I think that I have a very soft corner for Spanish beauty.

She's my friend's girlfriend.

Sea water of Berkeley tastes salty!

2010-11-07T01:49:00.000-07:00

So, here is the aftermath of the firstday of windsurfing. I can sleep now....it's 1:42 am in the morning! Ohh, Well! this sleeplessness led me to watch my long-awaited-to-watch movie "Julie & Julia". When I see people reach their goal, their motto...I cry. Not like cry-cry but I can't control my eyes to jerk the tears off.

This three months in California is one of my boring phase of life..NO friends! All weirdos! At-least it is better to know all of them early that way they can't harm in your future life.

How is Cali?

2010-10-27T23:13:00.000-07:00

This the reply, I wrote to my friend in return to her "how is Cali?"

....

...

wow..it feels awesome that you also feel for the environment. i had no idea that you are so passionate...how come we never talked! I'm happy for you! i'm exited about the therapy of religion+environmental lesson. in Buddhism, nature has great importance! people, here are more cosmopolitan...they are more world citizen than just following one religion. anyway, some other day....

Cali is like GNR's song paradise city...where grasses are green 'n girls are pretty. honestly.
geography or architecture...everything awesome! i don't feel like that i'm only wearing skinny jeans like texas!
my co-worker was blaming me for not bringing my golf clubs! people are super awesome...and way cultural. I found one Caucasian girl was wearing saree on a normal day! i could not find any person yet who said that she does NOT love indian food where as in texas there was! the crowd in clubs are crazier and once i refused a hot girl's proposal of something (i don't know what exactly she meant) by a sweet hug! met a cute girl and after our second late night coffee-thing when she dropped me home, i chocked to make out with her...and then the story ended! as of now, cali is superb! BUT i'm missing NorthGate soo badly...there is no such designated pub/bar/club area!
i met one girl who went to Latin America just to serve the needy people and i had an instant crush on her but i'm sure she does not! hahahaha...

ohh! finally...going to buy something awesome car too...so i'm exited. i'm happy that my days of asking ride will be an end. i remember being sandwich between you and john 'coz of NOT having car and me being a weirdo!!!
riding my super lightweight pro roadbike, made me think of real bicycle-racing..phew! i dont know!

Anyway.....too much, i wrote! keep me posted!
PEACE OUT!

Straw Bale house

2010-10-26T11:43:00.000-07:00

It comes with an R-Value 2.5 - 3.0 per inch. and generally the walls are 3-4' thick.
It's super cheap which might be a solution for low-cost housing in India/Bangladesh...let's see!

For more info:
http://www.esrla.com/shotgun/frame.htm
http://www.esrla.com/pdf/The-Rice-Hull-House2.pdf

2010-10-24T11:56:00.000-07:00

So..does not it feel good when your neighbor knows you and come to you and say hi?

I don't remember this person, if I ever met him before. He was carrying a small baby to the laundry-mart to wash his cloths. The baby was like a doll and she was staring at everybody very surprisingly..wondering why these all people are here doing their laundry! She was cute. He came to me,"So, how is your morning so far?". "Not very good...my washer is not working, and I'm here..how is yours?". He advanced his hand for a handshake,"Ohh! I'm your neighbor. I live upstairs." I shook my hand,"Awesome. Nice to meet you"."Don't worry! This washer/Dryer is more energy efficient", he smiled.

I feel so delighted that he noticed me....may be little bit weird.
But I learned about the conversation opener...'Hi..I'm your neighbor!'

The Social Network!

2010-10-18T20:50:00.000-07:00

Yeah..It's completely true that the pain of rejection is the most disgusting feeling of all bad-feelings!

I believed it when my friend, fellow Facebook-worker told me that Mark Zuckerberg is really an introvert person.

I wonder why always true love gets rejected! The existence of true-love is like the existence of the God. Although, in the end you have to come to the ancient Hindu scripture thing that "whatever happens is all for good"! My point is, if Mark did not get rejected, this amazing website facebook could never had been created!

I don't know the real story and the director/writer/producer has to spice-up the story to make it a commercially successful but there is a punch in the story. There is the truth about friendship sorry 'best' friendship which also does not exist in this real world.

The movie is super awesome!

9.5/10. It has a speed! It's our generation...we have the spirit to make everything new!

Justin Timberlake as Sean Parker was super fantastic. Hat's off to the scripts and the character-portrait.

I saw the movie few days earlier but the moments from the movie still in my mind, playing!

Thanks to, The Social Network, it made me get back to my blog!
To the world, from our generation, "I'm CEO,Bitch!"

First pay-check!

2010-09-20T20:53:00.000-07:00

wowwwwwww!!!!
Today I got paid...my first paycheck of this job!
I'm super happy...feels like just go to AUDI showroom and buy the 2010 TT!

Daddy said, "No...don't buy car right now! Keep your cool...get little bit stronger money-wise then!"
:(
"Okay...at least can I buy an awesome bicycle?"
"Hahahaha....it's your money. :)"

Deuces!

2010-09-04T09:20:00.000-07:00

All that bullshit's for the birds
You aint nothin but a vulture
Always hopin for the worst
Waiting for me to fuck up
You’ll regret the day when I find another girl, yeah
Who knows just what I need, she knows just what I mean
When I tell her keep it drama free
Ohohohohohohohoh…

Eat, Pray and Love :)

2010-08-21T17:01:00.000-07:00

Here are stories about Love, Eat and Pray!!

"Love"

"...so are we doing dinner?" I asked my friend.
"Motorcycles are TOO dangerous! You know how many road accidents happen here and most of them are motorcyclists!", she typed so fast in the facebook chat window!
"Okay...Okay! I am NOT buying it, but we are hanging out, right? lol"
":)"
"man! u guys are...!!", I replied.
"What? what do you mean?"
"nothing...lol...so when are you picking me up?"
"I'll be there by 2 mins...get out of your office that way I don't have to pay for parking!"
"Si senorita...."

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The situation. CoolBohemian is looking for place to live. He went to meet this person who lives in his own house "with Palm and Apple tree" in a nice neighborhood.

"I've few questions, if you don't mind", Mr Jeff pulls out his sketchbook/journal and a pen, "nave a seat", he points out his nice chair in dine-in kitchen.
"Yeah...yeah..no problem. Hit me with your best shot...hahahaha", I took the chair.
.....
....
...
"So what do you think about 420? Do you smoke?"
"Nope! I think, I've finished 5/6 complete cigarette as of now, in my entire life.", I replied with a huge smile.
He became quiet."I am telling you BECAUSE I smoke aaa LOT !!" , he dragged the a to show how chain-smoker he is.
"Don't worry about it. As long as it stinks my cloths...I am completely okay with it.", I am very pessimistic.
"No...I mean I smoke 420s, Extacies, Cocain, .....(the list went on and on!)", he looks like stoned. He is waiting for answer and I am scared.
"Well...as long as you don't force me to do this or smoke in my room, I am cool with it!"
"Awesome. Thanks!". He smiled. I wondered if it for the first time?
"So are you a straight person?"
I really laughed out loud."Dude...I am from Texas...what do you think?"
He became serious. No smile.
"I AM GAY. Do you have any problem with it?"
Honestly, I've meet gay people but I never ever faced this kind of situation before. I controlled my laugh/smile.
"As long as you are NOT having sex in counter top or living room...I am completely okay with it."

I ran away from his house. The whole journey I was laughing about the situation.

_____End of part one________

"Eat" & "Pray"

"So...are you waiting for the bus?", some random heavy Dolby Digital voice asked me.
"Yes...in a bus stop what can anyone do?", I was not happy with his over friendliness.
"No..no..I am sorry. I mean, I was thinking.....".he stammered,"do you have a $ sir?", the big black guy asked me. "You know...I am paralyzed! I can't work and I am just on my social security benefits."
I turned around to wards him. "Yes! But I can buy you a dinner not give you money"!

"Do you mind, if I pray for you...I don't know our believe might be completely different but do you mind?", I asked and I was kind of anxious/curious about his answer but the question just came out of my mouth.
He looked at me with full smile,"No...Why? Please...Please pray for me and I'll pray for you".

LOVE!

2010-08-05T22:41:00.000-07:00

"Love is an invention of the need to constantly improve. Only, this is not the same invention and other inventions, it does not franchise, will be snatched away at any time."
The meaning of the last Chinese comment under my last post.
The translation website sucks!

The original goes like this -
Love is also an invention of the need to constantly improve. Only, this invention is different from other inventions, it is not patent, at any time give people away. More fear of losing people, the more easily lost. More want, the more to let go. It is very difficult to let go, but had no choice.

I partially agree.
Love is a sense of security, no sense of security. Love is a shock, but also a feeling of powerlessness. Love is the temptation, and only love can give you the strength to resist temptation. Love is loyal, but love will make you betray.

But you know, the greatest self-destruction is secret love.
Open your heart.

Gori girl !!!!

2010-07-11T23:30:00.000-07:00

Gori means white in hindi. Her blog's name is gorigirl.com where I found few other proud American girl who wrote their stories about inter-cultural marriage. It's a blog about inter-cultural relationship/marriage/stories. Here this gori girl got married to an Indian guy (who is also from my state in India).Though gori girl was born and raised in California but isn't it to be cool to be a bohemian. Why only Cali can say that they are bohemian? Whole world heard today during the soccer world cup final that "say no to racism". I mean why we have to call it?

I ran into her blog today. I can't express how happy I am right now! It has been told for years that if you share your happiness, it increases.Yeah! She writes blog. I simply love your blog. Heck-yeah! Love it. I respect your spirit. I wish every person may become like you: confident and proud of your culture that way you can accept different culture. You are awesome.

Gori girl, in your blog, there are pictures of your marriage which is in typical Indian-way. I mean....if y'all have enough mutual respect to each other, then why the Indian groom did not accept the American wedding in church? May be you had but I could not find your American-wedding pictures in your blog. Am I making any sense?

Here is the 3rd story about those Toys!!!

2010-07-10T02:57:00.000-07:00

"Besides, I know the Spanish mode of Buzz", Jessie said.
Spanish Buzz rocked. Simply. Pixer joined Dacing with the Stars. Pixer got the best latin choreographer. They performed initial simulation of the dance. Buzz and Jessie did it through modeling software............it's awesome. Gipsy King sang this song for these Toys. You've got a friend in me.

When I see some intercultural-thing, I feel super happy. When Buzz started speaking spanish, my eyes were about to......! Though it's all marketing strategy but hats'off to your thinking Pixer. Okay, I did not cry! I looked at my friend's eyes when at the end Buzz and Jessie were dancing, her face was full of smile...she looked at me!

At the end of the movie, as always, I asked her, "So how much would you rate it out of ten?"
"10 out of 10"
:)

Believe me, if you are an animation freak or not, Toy Story 3 is just unbelievably awesome.

~~
PS. Click on these links...they've awesome youtube links!

“Whatever you do will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it.”

2010-06-27T23:59:00.000-07:00

Yes! Likewise Gandhi said and I also agree with the quote of him that “nobody can hurt me without my permission". I don't know....I am feeling like not writing my blog anymore! Probably my heart is not that strong enough; I give permission to everyone to hurt me! I am really disgusting!

Disgusting defeat!

2010-06-27T10:00:00.000-07:00

The white quad divided the punishment in two equal parts for the red coats. It is painful. Four-one defeat is real shameful though the 'fiddler on the ground' has colorblindness. An attitude of a game completely changes with goal balance. A team's strategy, will power and finally psychological strength completely rely upon the situation and when the ref. became colorblind! This disgusting defeat is completely pointing out England's lack of speed, good strategy making and lack of synchronization between passes. Germany again proved their rhythm in passing the ball. Even commentator Klinsman commented that the over-weightness of the team was reflecting badly all over. It is a disgusting defeat!

I don't know why I scream for the red coat. May be because of my dad who is a die-heart Brazil fan and I had to do something different. Kolkata completely divides into two countries during the world cup- Brazil and Argentina. Every ally, every blank wall get colored by these two nation's flag. People are crazy. We were only few who supports the union jack and get hated by friends because of loving this country who ruled India for more than 200 years. Come on! it's just a game. Trash-talking is a part of it. That's the beauty of a game. It feels super bad when the other favorite team who lacks skills but showing the world their passion and harwork - USA also had to get out of the tournament.

After this match, I won't be surprised if Germany plays and take the holy grail home.

Prayer

2010-06-25T22:00:00.000-07:00

I do believe in prayer. Strongly.
Every religion has prayer. I think when people pray - they talks to God(?) straightly from their heart and that is the most purest part. Honesty.

After a long time somebody prayed for me.
It was dinner. It was in a restaurant. The prayer was little loud. I just loved it.

....Baby I like it!

2010-06-19T16:05:00.000-07:00

Oh yes I like it
Screaming like never before
Baby I like it
I, I, I like it.
Party, Karamu, Fiesta, Forever...........

Mistake-inspiration-awareness

2010-06-12T14:57:00.000-07:00

It was 1950, may be before my dad's birth, when USA scored one goal, which shook the world against England and won the match; and today after their 1-1 draw, being a England fan I am feeling the same. In Rustenberg, SA the team USA starts their race and it will be in history and for UK putting Robert Green instead of David James, the 50 caps holder is the biggest mistake in England's history. I completely agree with AP's first line of the matche coverage - "The record will show it was a tie, but it was hardly that."

Team USA is promising. In 2009 their aggression and solid defense wall created by the goalkeeper, Howard simply made the team in position to think about. Last world cup, people ignored the team USA but the scenario has been completely changed; even the soccer awareness in this country is growing too fast. I feel happy about it. No doubt about Tim Howard, you are an inspiration in the history of US goal keeping. World-class classy. I pray for the 2018 World cup happens in this soil then the awareness of soccer will be extremely outstanding. On the second day, this long-passed, less skilled, real speed game made all of the world football view very very happy. South Korea opened the day with their speed passes and bullet shots and the spree continues through out the day. The second day is way more exiting than sloppy yesterday. Probably Britain has learned the lesson enough to do experiment in such an emotion-tattered match. I was feeling like to go inside the idiot box and slap Mr. Green for his incapability to judge a 27 yard slow shot! Damn you..Green.

My initial plan was to appear in the local sports pub where they have a giant screen with England jersey on with all my American friends but it did not work out. I don't know rivalry trash-talking are the insuperable organ with soccer. Though my country will never (probably) have enough money to host world cup, but I can guarantee that if you go to Kolkata, my city, you would not find a bit lesser craziness than SA. We are crazy, born crazy!

I think about my country. My state and the only one other state has 'the craziness' about soccer. The whole country is about the gentleman's game -cricket. I first started playing soccer bare footed when I was in elementary or in kindergarte. I had my right toe fingers torn apart when I was in 6th grade. I hated soccer after that but the passion never went away. We need more infrastructure - more awareness. This is in my bucket list....hahahaha...to improve the soccer awareness in my city. If soccer player like me can moderately excel in this soil, only in local tournaments though, my buddies who never got chance to play in big field will definitely be playing above standard.

One of the craziest weekends, in college station!

2010-06-07T11:14:00.000-07:00

"Just put your hand over your chest, crossed like me and feel free...come on! you can do this....", My friend is screaming at me while I was over an old building's roof in downtown Bryan. I am nervous, my palms are completely sweaty! I am scared. It's an old fire-escape slide. It's stiff. Very stiff. I looked at my friend's eyes, clam, quiet and really confident, I said to myself, 'you can do it, CoolBohemian' and I hopped in.........yayyyyyyyyy!

This was my first time when I had some Spanish drink with caffeine in it with a semi-empty stomach. Believe me, you will get super high and not a single percent tired. I played ninety minutes of soccer before I start partying and I could not feel and pain of the cramps while I was dancing. (Don't tell anyone that how bad was the pain on the day after! lol!) Probably every guy has their own private zone or like hidden spots where they want to take their dates. Me and my friend, two wasted, started talking about their crazy secret places in this Aggieland. When I told him about the architectural roof top where my friend with his girlfriend did a "Nude Woman with a Necklace" (a famous Picasso painting) which is my discovery, he was exited and challanged. Therefore, this slide-fire-escape comes!

"Oh! My God! you are bleeding from your fingertip!"
Hell-yeah, I was. I looked into the nail part of fingure....it is blooded. I put it into my mouth, sucked the blood in....I am ready for another round.

(One thing, I've learned from this that really good mental frequency matching can just make your life super awesome. I am happy that I am not into any BTN relationship!)

Do I make you feel proud?

2010-06-05T16:43:00.000-07:00

Every moment.

.

Did I tell you...

2010-06-03T11:45:00.000-07:00

Imma a star.
Everywhere we are....

While reading, mandatory listing: "Imma star" by Jeremih
Imagine, I am dancing (right now I am; actually dancing and writing) in Jeremih's steps.

No! Honestly. I am really blessed. Lucky. This lady, Christine from our thesis office just asked my word file and she has done corrections for me. Awesome. In return, I just said her "I appreciate your honest help". I am feeling not expressing my complete gratitude to her.

Yeah! It's raining....
and awesomeness everywhere.
I thought, I told you...
Imma star...
Everywhere we are!

.....I French-kissed her!

2010-06-01T10:55:00.000-07:00

"CoolBohemiannnnnnnnnnnn........! I kissed her....French-kiss", my friend is screaming with happiness on the phone. No! it's not the first kiss but might be one of their best romantic kisses. I am damn sure. "It was 45 mins drive from the city but it was worth going. Thanks man!", he was so pleased.

So, when my friend asked me if I have any suggestions for them when they are visiting Colorado Spring during this long-weekend, after a big battle with google and visitcds I concluded something and wrote to my friend that at the end of the trip they should drive little far from the city to have a river-walk promenade. Arkansas river-walk at Pueblo! ...and then feel the silence of the ambiance, feel the play light and shadow, see the gentle waves over the river bed, turn her around, place your hand over her lower cheek and the side neck area and touch her lips.

I am so happy that they did it and they followed me.
I am so happy having such good friends........Awesome! I just love y'all.

PS. I did not tell him exactly this way, in detail. I just told him to kiss her. I did not use 'make out' and use French kiss. French-Kiss sounds more romantic.

...just another day in Paradise

2010-05-30T17:49:00.000-07:00

wake up...feeling weird! No coffee, nothing! Wake up real late...12PM....I don't know, I could not sleep well last night...I am feeling low!

~~~~~

Right now....I am one of the happiest person in this world. My clothes are all wet. It just rained...I went out with my bike. Me, my bike and the rain. I roamed around the campus - tried to find a undiscovered/uninvented alley inside my university and neighborhood area . Have you ever smelled the earth when the first drop of rain spills? Probably it's the definition of awesomeness. I smelled it...Phil Collins started beating drums in my mind....Oh think twice, it's another day for
You and me in paradise...Oh think twice, it's just another day for you, You and me in paradise.

what would be the next word after "PEACE"

2010-05-26T11:24:00.000-07:00

Have you ever thought yourself as one single page of Harper Collins dictionary...the page where the word "peace" is place? Today, I woke up and while eating my chocolate cereal, this random thought came to my mind.

"Peace" in Woodstock poster; What's next?

In 1969, Woodstock music festival made the word 'peace' popular. It was like they re-coined the term. "3 Days of peace and music". I love that poster! So, in the autobiography of the page of Harper Collins dictionary where the word 'peace' is located, there must be an chapter named 'Woodstock 1969!'. Why? Because the other words nearby 'peace' (i.e. 'pea', 'peace-dividend' etc.) will be hell jealous about their neighbor or they could be happy if they know how to RESPECT your neighbors.

I don't know! Love brings peace but what brings love? Respect. If you don't start respect something and let your heart melt on then how love could pour and turn into emotions. Anyway, reading all these violence all over the world, I just think RESPECT is the only way. It's in every single religious book, in every religion. May be it has been ignored...a little. Just read one article about people from a south-eastern Asian country made protest against Facebook, which followed by burning American flag and stuff! What does America has to do with Facebook? I don't know...may be all need a little bit of knowledge how to respect each other!

Would you tremble, if I touched your lips?

2010-05-24T01:37:00.000-07:00

Okay! I ran into this girl tonight....I don't know anything about her.

She just told me that she has dated an Indian-indian guy before and it happened that they broke up! It is sad! I am not falling for her or anything....she was really cute and crazy type!

Here is my blog posting for you, girl....if you ever run into my blog by any chance.

Here is what I thought just after you left.....I am on stage, wearing a v-neck white tee (A&F muscle fit) and blue jeans and my navy blue comrade hat....and singing this Enrique cover.

I don't mean it word by word....but just to be crazy I wanted to sing it.

Would you dance, if I asked you to dance?
Would you run, and never look back?
Would you cry, if you saw me crying?
And would you save my soul, tonight?

Would you tremble, if I touched your lips?
Would you laugh? Oh please tell me this
Now would you die, for the one you love?
Hold me in your arms, tonight

I can be your hero, baby
I can kiss away the pain
I will stand by you forever
You can take my breath away

Would you swear, that you'll always be mine?
Or would you lie? Would you run and hide?
Am I in too deep? Have I lost my mind?
I don't care you're here, tonight

I can be your hero, baby
I can kiss away the pain
I will stand by you forever
You can take my breath away

Oh, I just wanna hold you
I just wanna hold you, oh yeah
Am I in too deep? Have I lost my mind?
Well I don't care you're here, tonight

I can be your hero, baby
I can kiss away the pain, oh yeah
I will stand by you forever
You can take my breath away

I can be your hero, I can kiss away the pain

And I will stand by you, forever
You can take my breath away
You can take my breath away

TRUE LOVE, do you exist Miss?

2010-05-21T21:56:00.000-07:00

No honestly, do you think true love exists in this hook-up world? May be fvck buddy or friends with benefits officially stays in the big cities....does anyone scare to their heart full of passion? I guess, not. After seeing the movie Shrek, the final chapter where story aka Shrek tries to find out the perfect kiss by true love....and finally he gets it when he is dead (from that magical world). Shrek, being one of my favorite animated movie of all time, I had to see it. This new Shrek the fourth aka the final chapter is a whole new movie....a gentle love story which is crisped with daily life-turmoils where the husband don't feel like loved by his friends and family. The movie raised few questions in my mind...about myself. Do really people believe in true love? Am I going to be a loser, in the end? I am feeling myself weak in my moral standing that when you love someone, you just win...never lose. May be you can smooch someone being driven by alcoholic power...but does that makes you really happy? Or being peer pressured? or being not just driven by heart, just for the sake of doing it? Never for me....may be I am in an imaginary world where true love stays. Whenever I felt ambiguity in my mind or heart, I gave myself up from that....I don't know if I did good or doing good?! If I don't feel it, I can't just do it.

In a popular magazine, it has been told that 80% of college-age people hock-up regularly. I think the expression "Sex without love is an empty experience" has been changed to "...as the empty experiences go, it's one of the best". Now-a-days high school girls are graded more hotter if they have collected more V-cards. Now a 18years old boy (or gentleman) does not hesitate to buy condoms in public, where I remembered that night when I rented pornography for my friend and for the first time....I was so shy to say it in front of a married woman who was there for renting pornos! May be not from skin-deep, I am taboo!

Bike Pub Crawl

2010-05-19T09:49:00.000-07:00

I've designed the t-shirt for this Bike Pub Crawl but they did not like mine!
There is some story behind it...someone wanted to crack the wall street down and get millionaire by selling may be 150 shirts....making 300% profit from each shirt...in one single night....lol!

Cut the crap...here is my design. I strictly wanted V-neck and no alteration in size/position of the logo in front or back. I told him particularly...use it as it is or just don't. Every single thing in here is designed by me....except few photographs, which I have Google helped me to find ;)

"Mad about Madeline"

2010-05-16T11:57:00.000-07:00

Last night, I moved in to a new apartment..with my old friends that I wanted to 'live forever' with. Wake up from the couch, searched for my coffee...there was none! No newspaper! The whole drawing room was full of crap! Take the milk ans chocolate syrup...wow! I felt awesome. The severe headache from last is gone....I am happy that I did not end up going to three graduation parties and getting wasted.
I sat on the toilet seat...without newspaper but there was "Mad about Madeline"!
This is called awesomeness! ...there was a old saying in India, if you love sugar God will provide you.
I thought, is it a signal from God (hehehehe!) to think about her....Hell no-way! There is no connection in this real world...just live your live in present, I told myself.

It feels so great that I am going to get a Masters' in Science in Architecture with a specialization in energy optimization in build-forms. I am so exited and sorry that I did not make in time, last semester. I was/am/will be frustrated with my advisor who just hold the chair for helping me in my thesis but did a cipher! Honestly, nothing! Pretty soon, I will definitely write about the last conversation with my chair of the advisory committee. It was the battle of truth and justice against hypocrisy.

I've to write about few happiness-tear jerking moments....mother's day, river floating, getting compliment from my friend's granddad in golf driving range.........yay! I never got any compliments from any pro-golfer. Last week was full of happiness....I am just feeling super-blessed.
Mad about happiness....

Google AdSense is just fake!

2010-05-10T08:54:00.000-07:00

No! Seriously!
They have you signed in their terms that they can cancel the payment anytime they want!

I reached the threshold of $100...and it was time to pay the AdSense host, coolBohemian.
Last night, I got an email saying that the clicks from my blogs were unproductive!

I am wondering that how much money these server owner makes from the people who advertise! Seriously, from my sense, it's cheating...or fraud way of earning money!

May be someday...there will be justice!

Welcome to the world of Scotch.....!

2010-05-10T08:45:00.000-07:00

It's a old one (like the scotch) but I am posting it now.

My friend turned 21. Legal age to drink in the states.
21 years old Balvenie was my treat...and I carried that little spoon to the bar to spoon-feed him.

Welcome to my world.

you know what.....

2010-05-05T23:26:00.000-07:00

you know what....
what?, I replied.
I am going to India, for six months. I got an internship.
I will be staying over there in Mussoorie. It's a architectural firm and they do lots of orphanage homes, childcare and stuff.
Really? I can't believe it, I was super exited and super happy.
Believe me, you are most welcome in my kingdom. Fell free to do whatever you want. Honestly, feel free. I'll give you the whole country trip like the way Keanu Reeves showed the city Chicago in the movie 'The Lake House'.....Yesss! Did you talk to Wyane.....my friend. He stayed in India for three months. He can tell you the survival strategies for white people....hahahaha!, I don't know! Did she get offended for calling her 'white people'?

My friend Cara. She is a landscape architect...not only cooks good Indian chicken curry but real big fan of henna tattoo! This type of bohemian girl is really rare! She is not the fake one! She knows how to cook few Mediterranean dishes too.

Cinco de mayo!

2010-05-05T09:24:00.000-07:00

all day mexican music...mexian food...all mexican drink and salsa!!!
respects, love to your culture my friend.

Lose yourself!

2010-05-04T10:35:00.000-07:00

This posting is for my HD girl. "High Definition" girl.
HD is new type of TV technology and my girl is so much in love with it. So, I call her HD girl. She is so awesome.

This post is based on complete imagination, figments of my imagination. There is no HD girl exists in this real world! I did not wanna write it; Hell yeah! I never wanted to write it but the truth should be revealed (ohh! Sorry! truth?)...and I just wanted to create a literature about mercy and here we go......

Dearest HD girl,

It's time to realize the truth. Please do realize it. I believe that you are smart enough to realize it. I don't want to write some facts in my blog; you realize it. Ask yourself and please don't lie to yourself, this time please. Hope you will find peace of mind. It was "nice" meeting you! I have learned a lot; at least learned one thing so badly that never praise to person who does not deserve it.

So, it seems like that now you are showing your cultural skills. This time I bow my head that you know that there is a country named India. I think that you have learned few thing about Indian bloggers from googling. I think that you should be proud of yourself calling yourself, bohemian.

You know that I had a huge crush on you, which have ended up one sided love and got killed brutally. Thanks for your instinctive cruelty. I respect your thoughts and ideology. I believe that they are still same. Believe me, it was completely my misunderstanding that I made an imaginary character in my head (who is not you in real at all) and respected her or loved her. I praised you every single time and in return you called me "ASSHOLE". Awesome! This is called love in return. I called myself an asshole to be nice person to you and you realized that I am an asshole in real. Thanks for your judgment.

I give credit to you for my blog. Believe me, you never have guts to accept the truth that you read my blog.

From the very beginning, I knew that you read my blog. So, I thought it will be a passive message to creative person who has enough patience to feel me.

I had to say no to three women when I was "obsessed" with you. Heck-yeah! your image was all over my mind. In the booth of New York restaurant, with my very good friend, I talked about your craziness and creativity. You are completely right about me.....I am an asshole. The reason why I don't date - I am fvcking picky and I became really obsessive if I find a innocent soul....and then the other part thinks that she deserves at least a inch taller guy than me! Lol. Remember when you slapped me with your salsa sandal, on that very moment of that beautiful morning, I prayed for you. You dumped me! Why...because I was not making any initiative? Lol. I believe in patience and what's is natural. Even I had to take time to make my mind when I dated (or any other word for liking someone) Miss South West Texas!

I prayed for you. I begged your friendship. Literally I begged. It was, honestly, too much. With my complete senses, I begged....and in reply, you left your "honest" comment in my blog. It's so sweet. I learned about you. I learned about your philosophy of life.

In your every single actions/reactions, I (may be mis)understood that you have never been loved and only you have been heart broken and betrayed for seven slash eight times. I thought that I'll fill your hear with love. I completely understand that I am not qualified at all. You deserve way better than at least me...something different.

Sometimes, I laugh at myself that why people lie to themselves. People do shit everywhere...we are human kind and we do mistake, but, not repeatedly. May be then it's called obsession for crime or hate. You read my blog...why I don't know! I don't even why you comment some shit over here. But honestly, if you really searching for peace then ask your heart and face the truth.

No, honestly, spend spare time alone, ask yourself. What are you doing.

You can't cheat yourself! Come on!

If you are fooling yourself then it's the most stupid thing you have ever done. Believe me, I've nothing to lose. Loser is who thinks about wining. I have nothing, so, how can I be afraid of losing anything. Everything I get, is blessing. I am happy for it. My roommie backbites me; he tries to be cool making fun of my English or trying to compare me with him. Even he dos not know anything about the rest of the world. I am handicapped in your country and I am happy with that fact. It hurts so badly but it's my fate. I dreamed about my passion. I came to your developed country to learn. Believe me, I've learned a lot.

Just think about me. I came from a developing country. I am really thankful to your country for giving me the opportunity, scholarship, assistantship and may be the lowest paid jobs at coffee shops. Since you are in a relationship with God, my sincere thanks to God. You call me piece of shit, asshole, Asian, Indian, curry muncher, or whatever you want. I simply don't care....because I know that I am all of them. If you are trying to burn my heart by calling me those then you are completely wrong. My spirit level is so much high that you can never feel it and just don't imagine of hurting me.

I laugh at myself when people take some stand and they think that they are correct. I guess that you understand what is wrong and what is right.....at least you can differentiate between truth and lie. I respected you because of your opinion of God-faith. Now, it seems like it's all superficial.

I never thought that I will be so mad like this. In real, I realized that it's nothing than your pseudo image!

Now it seems like that the memoir/movie "Girl, Interrupted". We all have a spirit level competency with the person we are jealous about or hate about. I am pretty sure that you hate me (I don't know why!). Believe me, I am heaven-better than all your American scare marks! My emotions were not fake! I loved you and I can't hate you. If you started loving God then if he does not fulfill your wish then can you start hating him? May be you can; I can't, simply. I believe that every single humankind of God or something similar. Your crazy behavior can't make my morals changed. Now I am really feeling petty for you. Really. I respected you but now I am scared. I thought that you are really matured. Everything is transparent in this world.
I am writing this with a complete sense of celluloid world that movies are movies. They sell dreams. You will never change. You will be as you were...for ever. I know the future fact. You will again see the movie in any evening; you will think yourself as Susanna......and take your superficial decision.

Yes! You keep the sunshine; give me the rain. To let you know, I have met people who does not wear some pseudo superficial skin! No, I am not dating or in love with any girl...but the respect to you in my heart in completely erased. I was ever played with your emotion but now I am happy. I have never done anything wrong. Honestly, guy like me does not deserve you......lol.

peace out,

CoolBohemian

Just a wrong decision can make your life hell.

2010-05-03T18:05:00.000-07:00

Everybody warned me before I took him as my adviser, I feel more challenged (in a good way) to prove myself the best, I agreed with him to have his help in my thesis.

Two years passed, doing the same research.Alas!
I learned the biggest lesson in my life.

Never ever bend down to anyone. It's better to show anger in time.
It might sound bad, but stick on the truth and never sacrifice yourself thinking that the other end will realize their mistake!

Down the line ten years, when I'll write my autobiography, it will one of the most prominent parts.

Dear Architects, I am sick of you shit!

2010-04-27T23:58:00.000-07:00

This post is not mine; The author of this is Ms Annie Choi. Her family is Korean descant. The posting below is a copy-paste from the 'Open Letter' of Annie Choi, writer living In a 187 square foot apartment In York City. Her memoir Happy Birthday or Whatever, Track Suits. Kim Chee, and Other Family disasters will be released by Harper Collins in April of 2007.

One of my blog follower who does no even know how many countries are there in Asia...she just generalize everything to a conclusion - "Asian". For you, read this piece of art. It's awesome. Next time when you put your 'Asian' porn links in my blog, try to be specific. There are Indian, Chinese, Korean, Japanese and few more! Lol!
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Dear Architects,
I am sick of your shit,

Once, a long time ago in the days of yore, I had a friend who was
studying architecture to become, presumably, an architect.
This friend introduced me to other friends, who were also studying
architecture. Then these friends had other friends who were
architects - real architects doing real architecture like designing
luxury condos that look a lot like glass dildos. And these real
architects knew other real architects and now the only people I
know are architects. And they all design glass dildos that I will
never work or live in and serve only to obstruct my view of New
Jersey.
Do not get me wrong, architects. I like you as a person. I think you
are nice, smell good most of the time. and I like your glasses. You
have crazy hair, and If you are lucky, most of it is on your head.
But I do not care about architecture. It is true. This is what I do
care about:
• burritos
• hedgehog
• coffee

As you can see, architecture is not on the list. I believe that architecture falls
somewhere between toenail fungus and invasive colonoscopy in the list of things
that Interest me.
Perhaps if you didn't talk about it so much, I would be more interested when you
point to a glass cylinder and say proudly, hey my office designed that. I giggle and
say it looks like a bong. You turn your head in disgust and shame. You think,
obviously she does not understand. What does she know? She is just a writer.
She is no architect. She respects vowels, not glass cocks. And then you say now
I am designing a lifestyle center, and I ask what is that, and you say it is a place
that offers goods and services and retail opportunities and I say you mean like a
mall and you say no. It is a lifestyle center. I say it sounds like a mall. I am from
the Valley, bitch. I know malls.
Architects, I will not lie, you confuse me. You work sixty, eighty hours a week and
yet you are always poor. Why aren't you buying me a drink? Where is your
bounty of riches? Maybe you spent it on merlot. Maybe you spent it on hookers
and blow. I cannot be sure. It is a mystery. I will leave that to the scientists to
figure out.
Architects love to discuss how much sleep they have gotten. One will say how he
was at the studio until five in the morning, only to return again two hours later.
Then another will say, oh that is nothing, I haven't slept in a week. And then
another will say, guess what, I have never slept ever. My dear architects, the
measure of how hard you've worked and how much you've accomplished is not
related to the number of hours you have not slept. Have you heard of Rem
Koolhaas? He is a famous architect. I know this because you tell me he IS a
famous architect. I hear that Rem Koolhaas is always sleeping. He is, I presume,
sleeping right now. And I hear he gets shit done. And I also hear that in a
stunning move, he is making a building that looks not like a glass cock, but like a
concrete vagina. When you sleep more, you get vagina. You can all take a lesson
from Rem Koolhaas. Life is hard for me, please understand. Architects are an important part of my
existence. They call me at eleven at night and say they just got off of work, am I
hungry? listen, it is practically midnight. I ate hours ago. So long ago that, in fact, I
am hungry again. So yes, I will go. Then I will go and there will be other architects
talking about AutoCAD shortcuts and something about electric panels and can you
believe that is all I did today, what a drag I look around the table at the poor, tired,
and hungry, and think to myself, I have but only one bullet left in the gun. Who will I
choose?
I have a friend who is a doctor. He gives me drugs. I enjoy them. I have a friend
who is a lawyer. He helped me sue my landlord. My architect friends have given
me nothing. No drugs, no medical advice, and they don't know how to spell
subpoena. One architect friend figured out that my apartment was one hundred
and eighty seven square feet. That was nice. Thanks for that.
I suppose one could ask what someone like me brings to architects like your
selves. I bring cheer. I yell at architects when they start talking about architecture. I
force them to discuss far more interesting topics, like turkey eggs. Why do we eat
chicken eggs, but not turkey eggs? They are bigger. And people really like turkey.
See? I am not afraid to ask the tough questions.
So, dear architects, I will stick around, for only a little while. I hope that one day
some of you will become doctors and lawyers or will figure out my taxes. And we
will laugh at the days when you spent the entire evening talking about some
European you've never met who designed a building you will never see because
you are too busy working on something that will never get built. But even if that
day doesn't arrive, give me a call anyway, I am free.

Yours truly,
Annie Choi.

Baby shower!

2010-04-18T13:34:00.000-07:00

"Can we pray for the baby?", I whispered in my friend's ear.
"Do you want to say it?", She replied. She was happy.
"No..I mean your mom..She will pray."

Her mom said the words; we all remained silent for few seconds.
I felt awesome. There is strength in joint-prayer. No matters to whom you are praying for, I guess.
May be even if you don't believe in anyone but you are wishing something good for someone.

If you are full moon, I am the river...

2010-04-17T13:48:00.000-07:00

Have you ever seen a brook flowing in full moon?

Just imagine. A situation.

A small hillock-top. Everything is black....! The river flowing in front you you is black. You can't fell any other color but you can feel the life. The flow of water. A sweet murmuring sound. The brook is flowing....showing her life. There are reflection of the full moon over the dancing water. It's golden. Golden is the moment.Your soul is completely into this allure of the nature.....you are melting! Happiness is getting into all over your your body, in every orifice, in every pore....you feel weightless.

You spread your arm; she leans her head over your shoulder. You look into her eyes...there is the sweetness..the reason of the charm....she smiles. A natural pure innocent smile. You took her close to you.
A sudden breeze. Her hair flies over your face....you feel the mild aroma. You feel it...the very moment. A sudden emptiness in your heart. A pleasure. She is your heart.
You are full moon, I am the flowing brook.

Gooood Morning College Station

2010-04-17T09:49:00.000-07:00

Nice sleep..good company of caring people...are the perfect combination for happiness.
At least five friends of mine called me to go out and party, I did not reply and replied that I am sick.
Partially I was though, but honestly I enjoyed mild chit-chat with this family who cares for me.

Seriously, encouragement and appreciation from good people does the magic.

Isn't it true that we wanted feel good of our doing? We all wanted that we will be in safe position - morally or physically. That's why we compare people to us and make them inferior to us. It's the pursuit of happiness. I believe in completely opposite. I am the inferior most; you are the best. I am the Guy, interrupted.

Gooooooooooood Morning College Station. Smell the freshness of my coffee.

I can't concentrate on anything right now!

2010-04-16T12:57:00.000-07:00

Probably I was never distracted...fickle mined....this much in my life!

My left shoulder got hurt while doing bench press today...I was not feeling like working out...I ran back home..drank my protein powder...and felt like shit! Something wrong! It was all perfect last night.....I corrected few pages of my thesis...slept well. I don't know....I am very much stressed! Nothing is going perfectly rather smoothly!

I read this quoted thing in some random forum...some white girl from wrote it!
"A past relationship with an Indian guy taught me alot about Indians and family life, although maybe it has stereotyped it a bit. I am not Indian btw.

1. Many are players, cheat & lie, as parents already have some girls lined up for arranged marriage. Most in the end do not end up with girls who are not Indian due to family being against it.
2. Culture/religious differences.
3. Their thoughts about role of women after marriage. Traditional ones like to live with in-laws.
4. Boys very attached to mother, few will be on wife's side if diff in opinions.
5. Depending where they come from, can be big drinkers and drug users.
6. Some family backgrounds - family consists of abusive and cheating fathers who don't treat wife well. Guess this doesn't just happen in Indian families though but you do read alot about it.
I think there are some really nice Indian guys out there and if they weren't like the above, I would be still happy to go with them as they can be very loving. Also there appears to be a huge difference between Indian guys born overseas vs Indian guys born in India (as per mine was). However, it's just difficult to take the chance now to go out with one who might not want to take a non-indian/indian relationship seriously. You just don't want to get hurt again."
(Source: http://www.topix.com/forum/business/online-dating/TFDQ1P6LUIH28LM9F)

Bullshit! You don't have faith on your love and you are blaming whole culture?
Cheater...Lier..they are every where...in all fvcking culture or race!

Truth is...there are people: good and bad (I don't want to do in any debate in philosophy of what is good or what is bad). People who wants to take the road of honesty suffers but ultimately they have the happiness (?).

I want to cry....but I don't want y'all to read this.

If you want to curse...face me!

2010-04-15T13:21:00.000-07:00

I don't who but pretty often I got someone's comments over my postings in Chinese. It carries link to Chinese call girl site. Today I found out three of them! Before, I realized what is what a sudden rush of blood in my head made them deleted. But next time onwards, I'll publish if he/she comments, I promise.

Listen partner, I give a damn about you! My life is open book and I don't dare anyone. Hell yes! Anyone!

I never had any rivalry with anyone, I guess!
I never had a crush on any Chinese and the vice-versa!

If I've done anything wrong to you in point of my life, please face me.
I am sorry for my misbehave (if there any!). Believe me, I will ignore you next time...I'll let you publish your comment next time. It does not harm my anything...I was just worried if I've done anything wrong to anyone!

Anyway, Good Luck to you.

Wish me Happy Birthday....yaayyyy!!!

2010-04-14T11:24:00.000-07:00

I remember when I was about to move in to live with Wayne, one of my friend from my country told me, "I've heard that you are going to live with some American!!! Why? Dude? You don't like 'desi'es!". I saw the surprise and warning tone in his eyes. Believe me, I wanted to say something really rude or mean to him but I did not! I hated that person for a long time. Unless you cause me harm, I never bite back! There is no gray patch in my friendship thing! Either real good friendship or no friendship. I don't like to make enemies! If I hate you, I will ignore you.

Anyway, yesterday was my birthday. Brian, Erin, John and Mayank were there, to celebrate my birthday the night before at 1200. Believe me, my readers, from my own experiences, American (normally in general) are awesome. If they are your friend then they are all yours unlike my fvcking fake friends who always sugarcoat but not real friend!

Come on! You can't spend half an hour for your friend's birthday.
I heard when John called my Indian friends to come over and in reply he said that he is busy with his homework! I don't for y'all but it's seriously painful for me. I wish that I did not hear that conversation!

Staying with American for last two years was my awesomest experience. It's way better than my previous roommie-love! I still smile when I remember of Erin telling me on that night if I want her to sing happy birthday song as an American tradition. Simply, I just love you guys forever.

I just want to thank all of you who wished me in facebook or orkut.
Thanks for caring.

Music...the soul of your life!

2010-04-11T12:54:00.000-07:00

Well; This posting is for this unknown friend of mine who wrote his first piece of music and somehow friend's friend forwarded me this link to review it. Readers, feel free to listen his creation and feel free to comment.

Acid Dog - my unknown friend.

Here is my comments on your piece of art.

Dwag (I don't know your name! So 'dwag'),

Actually, I've been through your stage of life and did not have any good person to critique me. So, here is my help or critic, whatever you call it. Me with my band did only two public gigs! My story ended a long time ago! Hahahaha...

I heard your song. It's good but here is my ugly truth for you. I'm telling you the truth. these are all my opinion...I might be complete wrong. You don't have to listen to me...just listen to your heart.

For using a public media -
Please use, YOUTUBE. The current billboard #1 singer Justiin Bieber -his first hit # is 'Baby'. he is just 17 and Usher got him noticed through YOUTUBE. He and his single mother used to post his songs in YOUTUBE. So, please use YOUTUBE. It's universal. I am not asking you to stop posting on muziboo but post in YOUTUBE too!

Here is few grammar correction suggestion (from my limited knowledge of grammar).
I know that it's only 64 Kbps (It's like half of the CD quality!). So, I might be wrong. Excuse me.
As a first piece of creation, I would say it's 5 out of 10...generally your first piece of art is supposed to be a blast....and since you wants to be a trance/techno artist...then you are missing the main point....you have to reach the climax at the end..that's the and since he wants to be a trance/techno artist...then he is missing the main point....he has to reach the climax at the end..that's the stereotypical trance music! they almost all start with slo-mo then reach the highest beat level by any means of music..i would say this is a good try but ask him not to go to some record company with this. Imagine your song is being played in a night club and people are dancing with it. You really don't want to fvck with them! Trance is all about the DJ rebel! you need to feel it.
...do you listen to Basshunter...they are famous in Europe and last spring they went #1 in billboard, I guess for this song in link...! I am not asking you to get inspired by them. You do your own stuff but take them as reference or case study. There is nothing wrong even if you make techno remix of Weezer song!

and your accent is, as i realized, is kind of normal...that's not a problem but you might need to do something different....these are all my opinion...i might be complete wrong

hahahaha :)

Hope, that's too uch for now.....lol. Feel free to get mad at me, if you don't like my comment.

In the end, I would say that you have got talent and explore it at it's best. Just listen to your heart and even if you feel like screaming could be a good piece of music; do it.

Peace & love,

CoolBohemian

Pub Crawl Spring! Errr! Graduate Student Pub Crwal!

2010-04-10T13:02:00.000-07:00

She was probably the Miss Pub Crawl, last night. Super Hottt! OK. I was not hitting on her but not wearing the pub crawl shirt and wearing red tees, it made us talking. She was cool.

Every semester, we do it. This semester, we made it open for all...not only grad. student.
Did you have any Brazilian shots? I remembered that friend of mine, from Brazil, asked that in the famous shot-bar. The bar tendered smiled. She was from Brazil...or her family! I just love this Pub Crawl thing...every time we mix and mingle with whole different world citizens. Yess! I'm a prod grad student.

Loads of fun happened!

Is it P***e? My friend? I saw my friend along with her friend whom I met couple of minutes earlier, were searching for something on the ground. There were three other guys! I walked down there. She told me that her friend have lost her phone over the the grass by their car. I had a quick look. I could not find any trace of the mobile.
I smelled something wrong! The whole night her friend was hitting on those guys.
Let me rephrase myself; it was wrong for me not for them.
I looked into my friend's eye. Hugged her and told into her ear "Play Safe."

Chilifest!

2010-04-10T12:48:00.000-07:00

"So, are you going to the Chilifest?", A random guy asked me.
"Dude. Come on! Do I look like a country person. Sorry, brother"
"What's wrong with that? I am from London. I just want to learn this culture." he replied with a huge smile.
"Awesome...Good for it....so Man United?"
"Naah Mann, Arsenal"
I laughed out loud. "Enjoy Chilifest, Buddy. Nice talking to you."

"So, Chilifest?", I asked another random guy.
"Naaww...Man. It's for rich kind. Not for us."
"No...it's not like that. Come on!"
"Yes. It is, buddy. Believe me. Over there you Police just bust you for no reason!"
LOL.
"Even last year, we went there after the weekend and we found enough beer to drink for three weeks."
"Here you go then. Tell me you love Chilifest....hahaha", I smiled.

I have the Black Shirt.

2010-04-10T12:46:00.000-07:00

Today, I dedicate myself to Spanish music.
It was Madeline who introduced me to Juanes. I don't understand it but understand the piece of music. Real one.

La Camisa Negra is one of their hit. It means "the black shirt".

Tengo la camisa negra
Hoy mi amor está de luto
Hoy tengo en el alma una pena
Y es por culpa de tu embrujo
Hoy sé que tú ya no me quieres
Y eso es lo que más me hiere
Que tengo la camisa negra
Y una pena que me duele
Mal parece que solo me quedé
Y fue pura todita tu mentira
Que maldita mala suerte la mía
Que aquel día te encontré
Por beber del veneno malevo de tu amor
Yo quedé moribundo y lleno de dolor
Respiré de ese humo amargo de tu adiós
Y desde que tú te fuiste yo solo tengo
Tengo la camisa negra
Porque negra tengo el alma
Yo por ti perdí la calma
Y casi pierdo hasta mi cama
Cama, cama, caman baby
Te digo con disimulo
Que tengo la camisa negra
Y debajo tengo el difunto
Pa' enterrártelo cuando quieras mamita!
Tengo la camisa negra
Ya tu amor no me interesa
Lo que ayer me supo a gloria
Hoy me sabe a pura
Miércoles por la tarde y tú que no llegas
Ni siquiera muestras señas
Y yo con la camisa negra
Y tus maletas en la puerta
Mal parece que solo me quedé
Y fue pura todita tu mentira
Que maldita mala suerte la mía
Que aquel día te encontré
Por beber del veneno malevo de tu amor
Yo quedé moribundo y lleno de dolor
Respiré de ese humo amargo de tu adiós
Y desde que tú te fuiste yo solo tengo
Tengo la camisa negra
Porque negra tengo el alma
Yo por ti perdí la calma
Y casi pierdo hasta mi cama
Cama, cama, caman baby
Te digo con disimulo
Que tengo la camisa negra
Y debajo tengo el difunto
Tengo la camisa negra
Porque negra tengo el alma
Yo por ti perdí la calma
Y casi pierdo hasta mi cama
Cama, cama, caman baby
Te digo con disimulo
Que tengo la camisa negra
Y debajo tengo el difunto

(Lyrics courtsy: http://www.lyricszoo.com/juanes/la-camisa-negra/ )

....for your eyes only.

2010-04-07T08:14:00.000-07:00

"The authors have deleted this blog.
The content is no longer available."

It was written in the webpage. After a long time, I visited her blog. Don't know why...may followed by some "delete-story" of her sister. She was one of my coolest friend and may be she is now (but virtually).

OK. This posting is for you, if you happen to read this. If you are writing somewhere else or doing some photography blog or poetry, it's awesome.

Barely I lie. I lie white. To make people smile. This is not a white lie.
Believe me all my readers, I had plenty classmates in my so called creative major but not being in my major, "you"r thinking is 'out of the box' even if I compare with my classmates. You are honestly gifted. Probably nobody ever told you...but even you walk like a model. I just like it...probably everybody. You are like a baby. When angry, you are "the Shiva" and when happy, it's like 'jashn-e bahara'. I don't know how to advise you on that.You look awesomely innocent when you smile (or laugh loudly). Please smile all the time...even you are utterly unhappy....believe me, it will make you happy.

Suddenly, Mr. Hawking screamed...NO!

2010-04-06T08:10:00.000-07:00

In return to a probably 10 years old girl's question - how much energy transfer will happen when a star becomes a blackhole, Mr. Hawking screamed "NO" while his other colleagues were answering the questions. That was his first reaction in the entire Q&A session. The sold-out auditorium bursted with claps.

It was hardly a twenty minute lecture. I expected more like everybody. I wanted technical details. All he said was known to me. He changed his previous bow of no-way out of a blackhole. "I discovered that particles can leak out of a blackhole." I am truly, deeply, madly inspired by this phenomenon fellow. He is just able to move only a few muscles in his body and chin is one of them. So, to make a Stephen Hawking lecture, it takes about a month, his all-time assistant the electrical engineer explained.

"So what do you think, Mr. Hawking, how this whole universe is going to end?", asks the old lady who is religious for sure. The answering panel started laughing along with the audience. Nobody knows about the the day after today and she is worried about the end of the universe. Smart. Huh? They replied with some technical explanation about the energy radiation and loss of gravity then sudden gain etc. etc. I don't think she got the her answer; I guess that she was asking for some moral advise. In return to a cute 10 year old's questions - "what's the opposite of a black hole?", they answered - "a white hole". The whole lecture was a fun packed action movie. It has everything. Drama, followed by melodrama, religious concerns, surprise (of seeing the 'mensa'-genius), action (when his colleague from Cambridge), comedy (when 10 year old kid asks about heat transfer of stars), and 'the Simpson' (in one of his slides). It was a ten-o-ten though there was less technicalities in his lecture.

He started his lecture with the old Disney movie clip 'The Black Hole' and he finished his lecture by saying, "...So if you feel that you are in black hole, don't give up." Was he indicating our lives or his physics hypothesis?

(I wish that I could have written more about this but I have my personal deadline for my thesis! Being super exited after his lecture, I went(and want to see the great underdog 'Butler' win) to a nearby bar to see NCAA Basketball final. It was a super exiting game upto the last fraction of the second but our team lost! :( )

Lost in translation

2010-04-04T21:21:00.000-07:00

I saw the 2003 movie, Lost in Translation.
I remembered our early days in the states! I remember how Madeline welcomed me as well all my friends, although I never asked for any help from her. She was/is awesome!

Crap! my ego!

Btw, happy Easter y'all.
Birds always have two biological births but don't we all have new births all the time?
A new birth. Fresh resolutions. A fresh start.

Racism...!!!

2010-04-03T11:42:00.000-07:00

This post will be disgusting...!!! It's more gross than the other night when I got hit by some random person. Folks, excuse me. I don't know if I am wrong!

I got the number of this girl. A Delhi based management student, hailed in Bengali culture. I saw her picture and she is beautiful. Let me brief you about the back ground of calling her. It's about arranged "fvcking" marriage. Yeah! Disgusting! WTF!

I happened to call her dad. Damn it! I hated it..hate it and will be hating it. This is India, baby. Welcome. I just have no wish to write the conversation in detail but I am so much pissed off about the person's behavior!
He asked me about my family's last 200 years history....my cast....subcast...if my family is from Bangladesh? I don't understand why parents take the first step to create a "love-situation"....and they tries to feel superior to sell their daughter. Believe me, I was so pissed off but for the curtsy I kept my mouth shut! I was burning on fire of anger to punch him back but I did not...!!! It was one of the most disgusting conversation in my life!
Damnit!

So this was not a racism?

I did not tell that old person that my great great grand parents ruled the territory for a long time! Because, I wanted to respect him and his concern or ideology. My sister told me that i should have given him tit for a tat!

God (OK! I still don't believe you)! Make them literate, please.

culture x culture = awesomeness. Seriously!!! For real.

2010-04-01T10:32:00.000-07:00

I just finished chatting with my friend in PhD. I feel good. I am feeling good being born in a different culture and getting cherished in a different culture, different food habit. I am just thankful to the God (whom I don't believe in) for this state. This friend of mine cooks Indian food at home, he cooks Italian too! He traveled the world.

It's kind of hard to understand by only reading my post unless you feel it. Probably I could not have understood sitting back home in India or just being here in the states for ever. I met people who have been to other countries, their view of life, perspective of life......their life has been changed. Although I've seen people they are in same boat forever even visiting other countries. May be it's all in your heart.

I remember when I took Madeline to an Indian restaurant with her parents, and she started screaming after eating. "Indian food is my favorite food". She was so happy. I will pray for you, maddy. I know wherever you go you will make them smile and my best wishes will be with you.

In the Holi, the Indian festival, my american friend told me that it's the festival to welcome the spring - the color. Honestly, I did not know that. I am feeling so blessed....so so blessed.

Sherlock Holmes (2009) "the" movie.

2010-03-30T14:48:00.000-07:00

I hated this movie because Guy Ritchie (I became his fan after seeing the 'Snatch') has sliced and diced ACD's Sherlock Holmes's character and for making it up a his new Holmes with the old brand-image. He wanted to sell the old wine in new package! But sadly, it brand new...everything has shine of newness in this movie. Even according to the movie review of NYTimes review, the pop vicorial culture has not been portrayed properly in this movie.

As far I remember, ACD's Holmes met Irene Adler in the "A Scandal in Bohemia" who is the lady Holmes likes but never said anything or nothing happened in ACD's story. In this 2009 movie, Guy tried to make a new story with black magic etc. with the name of the ACD's characters. Where as ACD's Holmes is very picky about his personal cleanliness being his apartment so messy, here in the 2009 movie the apartment and Mr Holmes himself is dirty! It hurts my feeling.

I've brought up with this genius. During my 7th/8th/9th Std in school, the novels were my best sleep-mate. If you manage to go to my past through some time-machine then you will definitely be seeing that that a red colored book with a iconic Sherlock Holmes at the center. It was a black silhouette of Mr. Holmes's face with deer-stalk hat and smoking curved pipe. ACD never gave enough description of Mr. Holms in his writing to paint himself accurate! Although with huge public demand, many artist has tried to paint him timely.

(http://artintheblood.com/text/alphabetical.htm)

I remember....I used to travel in my imaginary world of Mr. Holmes case book locations: neighborhood of London. I wonder that ACD mentioned of having tattoo in his writing, not Holmes but others.

In my childhood, my brain, my mind was completely occupied by Tin tin, Captain Haddock, Snowy, Asterisk, Obelisk, Phantom and Sherlock Holmes. People say that comics enhances your creativity but nobody cares about comics these days!

It feels really bad to see your childhood hero getting butchered. Robert D Junior has portrait a different private investigator who is namesake of Mr. Sherlock Holmes and who is really talented like him but not him.

Merits of this film will be a awareness of Mr. Holmes in America. Reading some news on the other day I learned, there are at least 40 letters arrive at 221 B Baker St every week. Scotland Yard follows ACD's analysis strategy and may be some other intelligence agency too.

Finally I saw the film. I saw the art. Guy Ritchie is successful. It's completely time tasted movie. 21st century might not like see the real Sherlock Holmes as a remake of old classic. Let the old be gold. I liked the new story with a new wrap.

I am thankful.

2010-03-30T12:28:00.000-07:00

Just got to know from the Case receipt from the police officer, The awesomest thing. If you are a victim here in the states, the state will provide you all of the medical expenses. I am feeling being relieved! Life seriously sucks being an international student here, unless you know the rules/regulations etc. etc.

I am thankful.
I am lucky that I did not join the '27 Club'!!!

Police!

2010-03-29T16:07:00.000-07:00

Finally, with my doctor friend's and my American roommie's strong suggestion I had to to go to Beutel to check up my brain injury. I have been told (and I googled too!) that people had died after even seven days of head injury from a small bicycle accident. I was scared to go to bed. Although I had no regret if I die any day. I have never done any harm to any people and I am proud of as I am now but I am sad thinking of my parents who just loves me to their death. I love you ma and pa...so badly.

Anyway, I am safe and I reported it to the Police.

Anger!

2010-03-28T00:09:00.000-07:00

"Excuse me Sir, I've just lost my way..can you tell me where is university dr.?"
I turned around hearing this. A white guy, probably drunk. I thought that somebody is asking for some money!
"Yes. It's just behind you!", I replied.
"Are you sure...Because, I just came from that side".
THUDD!!!That was the last thing I heard before I lost my sense.

I felt a severe pain on my forehead. "Are you alright buddy?", a person with A&M shirt came to me to help, I looked up from the road. Somebody attacked me from behind and hit me with something hard (may be a piece of brick) and I got thrown to the ground, over the black pitch road. He helped to get home. I stay just two three blocks away from the most crowded place in College Station during the weekend and where cops are everywhere!

I did not understand why me! Now I am feeling so much pain in my head and I can't express how much angry I am. I am truly feeling hopeless, helpless and disgusted about this country! Is this the treatment for a person who does not have a car?! You can't walk alone in the road?
I am laughing at myself now! I imagined my situation back home in India; we used to rule the roads...and here got bitten by some random person without any reason and nothing you can do!!! I am pretty sure that in my poor country, the most punk/rowdy/or whatever people never attacks on pedestrians! If it was a fun thing for those guys, then seriously I am laughing at this #1 country of the world. This is your social and moral education!

God, this country seriously needs your blessing.

Flipping the bird.

2010-03-25T10:16:00.000-07:00

Tell me, what do you do when you are happy?
Me?
I dance. Just do some steps. Don't care it's public or private!
Flipping the world, I dance. Lol.

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on "the geneaology of morals"!

2010-03-20T18:32:00.000-07:00

Dear 'Mirror',

I am sorry for your long wait. I am busy with this crazy "March Madness" which is passively and actively effecting my study; err! thesis. Hollyshit! I have my pre-defense run on 24th!

I was super bored with my monotonous work and then I have started reading few pages from the "the genealogy of morals". Please, my followers read the book. Probably it's one of the gem in the German philosophy! I am just on the page 13th of the other book named "God: the failed hypothesis". No offence! but we our great soul, the pure part of ourself-the heart part which is the base of all your encouragement/enthusiasm/morals/will-power/everything is the God. I don't know...when I read ten commandments, I agree with all of it except the second one! How can just one single belief can be the one! It's THE world and different culture, different geographic location which strongly amalgamates the moral/ethical principles of a culture. Yeah! it's complicated......at least in my few words! I remember my conversation with one of my friend's grand mom who is strong in her belief but she found out extreme similarities of morals with some eastern religion.

Dear Mirror, if you happen to read these book you will know how radically it force you to change your thought and broaden your view about the world. I am not asking you to believe as I believe which is no God! I completely respect your idea and morals but don't limit your mind to give some other thought a place.

Do we listen whatever our heart says, all the time?
Honestly, I try. I try to speak truth. People think that CoolBohemian is a looser! Sometimes, it makes me sad! I realized when I appreciate people, try to make them feel superior the typical/normal reaction is too treat me as inferior. I care a damn! Whatever you, think. Feel free to think.
Time tell the truth and truth never hides.

Mirror, tell me honestly, did I do anything wrong to anybody?
I guess, not....but I have my super/hyper/passive-aggressive ego, which I can NOT control! I am true from my heart, so, shouldn't I be proud of myself !? Whatever! Iam thinking too much. I think that pride gives you a personality.

It was amazing. My advisor, "the" dean of my school told me the other day, "You frustrates me but I like you. It's like the love relationship.". It's a hardcore compliment from this type of person. Friends know this person and they all dare to take him.

It all moral's. Isn't it?

love and peace,
CoolBohemian

Wish y'all a happy one....

2010-03-15T16:26:00.000-07:00

It's St. Patrick's Day parade. Although St. Patrick's day is on March 17th but in different cities, they celebrate it during the weekend - sometime earlier, sometimes later.

Greenville, Dallas was crazy during this St. Paddy's Day parade.

It took a long time to find a bare inch space to stand along-side of the fence of the road where the parade is supposed to run. People have already gathered there to find the best spot while the parade is about to start in three hours. Crazy Americans! Unlike the parades in India, the parades here in the states are fun. Casual. You can drink beside the road/the parade area through out the time of parade. I bought a 12 pack Bud Light Lime for we four. Summer and Sour. Mummmm! It is perfect match. Yes, it is.
We arrived there around 930 in the morning. My friend's dad dropped us over there because of the parking-problem. Woooww! Party from 930 in the morning! The coolest thing about the parade in the states is the parade walker will throw beads to the pedestrians. In the end, "how many beads did you collect" is the favorite question for all parade-watchers. I imagined that my dad would have never dropped me/ my friends off to drink, to party. It's different culture and different context. It's culture here and liberty should be there. With due respect, I like her parents and their hospitality. After the end of parade, with the flow of people we ended up in the lower Greenville are which is famous for bar/club/party place. DJs were there on the parking lot and people are dancing on the Sun. It was a open party. Crazy awesomeness everywhere.

The best part of the day.
"Hey, Bohemian..look there is an architect's office.", she told me.
Yes! There is an office which is really attractive from outside and the displaying letters were proving themselves that it is an architectural firm.
"Do you want me to go there and ask for job?", I raised my eyebrow.
"Hell-yes. Go for it."
It was a challenge for me being little tipsy and wearing the skinny jeans and stuff. I am dead sure that I was looking a complete party animal. Ayannnn!! Who cares! I went to talk those guys.
"Hi! Are you an Architect? I'm an Architect.", I asked the person sitting on a designed armchair under the parking porch in front of the office. It was a Saturday and he was in shorts. Like all architect's office in this world, they were also working on the Sunday!
"Yess! I am.", he gave a firm handshake in return.
"CoolBohemian."
"John Smith."
"Pleasure to meet you. By the way, is your firm hiring architects now? Because I am going to graduate this May from Texas A&M."
"Well; (he took a pause!) Not right now...."
"Yeah! I completely understand the present economic condition. Actually I interned with Gensler and becuase of this economy they kind of withdrawn the full time job offer!"
Suddenly the big guy (I hope so!) came into our conversation. The armchair guy introduced me with him.
I told my energy saving interests and saving the world strategy....hahahaha
"Well. Let me give you my business card. Shoot me an email. We will definitely love to talk to you someday."
He gave me his card.

I know that nothing is gonna work out for me.
So no email.

..just ran into her blog!

2010-03-14T19:45:00.000-07:00

About me
" .....young and reckless. in love with milky coffee, poetry and messy hair. cigarettes. braids. deer. literature. freckles. galaxy. sequins. daisies. red nails. wine. theatre. dancing in short dresses and animal documentaries."

Man! How can you not love this girl?

"Bryan potluck helps homeless"

2010-03-11T08:00:00.000-08:00

Ohh! Finally. Thank God.

My school newspaper finally published a article about our potluck. My friend Dan along with couple of friends had started it two years ago. I realized a need to publish it in my school paper to get it popular, to give it some light. They did not publish my article but I am happy that someone wrote something about it and the "Party in the Park" is now on limelight. Awesome.

The sweetness has just started her charisma.
Ohh! Click on the title of this posting, it will take you to the Candyshop. Sorry! to the newspaper of my school: The Batt. Song recommendation for this reading: "Hallelujah" by Jeff Buckley or this famous one.

4-0

2010-03-10T18:56:00.000-08:00

OMG! OMG...Rooney just scored another one! So how many do you want?

I wrote at the very moment when Rooney scored his second goal on my wall over my AC Milan's fan friend comment in "the" social networking site. His family is from Italy actually. He had no choice except get beaten by ManU punks! He is one of my food friend. I love trash talking. It's fun. Yeah! Complete fun. I would say that intelligent people talk trash with intelligent!

I remembered texting one girl whom I (mis)thought that she had a feeling for me, goal by goal or action by action. In return, she said just "Thanks for keeping me updated". You can tell from some text reply that whether the other end is interested or not. Hell-yes! I could have understood it earlier.

For last few days, I was in severe tension about my thesis. My energy model is giving me so much trouble and I could not correct it. No one here knows that program; I had to talk back and forth to University of Strathclyde professor. I was so depressed that I had taken a wrong decision of taking the dean of my school as my advisor regardless of all NOs from my friends. I had only one intention to do something awesome. Today I am feeling it. At least whatever I have done, it awesome as of now (except the job part! Although jobs are just waiting in India! Whatever!)
Everything worked perfectly. Man U won with 4-0. Today is an awesome day :)

Beckham is back on the soil of Europe after a long time. Although he played against his old club and my club, but he was awesome today. Once, I gifted autobiography of Beckham to one of my friend's sister. She plays in midfield...not very good but stranded and moderately well. I talked to her and felt that she needs inspiration, a dream to chase to, a deepest desire to play well. I felt like gifting her some autobiography and it was Becakham; because he is the only European guy plays in the USA then and he had a real struggling story. Sadly...she had to quit playing soccer in her school :( but she enjoyed reading the book. I don't know if she felt any dream or any passion from the biography but I did what I thought best for her.

Today's game was just thirst-quenching. Beckham shoot the ball on the fly and it was bullet. Thank God that it did not curved! Yeah. Beckham did not bend it but he showed that he is not finished yet. He is rockstar. He made some awesomest passes but poor AC Milan!
After a long time, I saw this kind of score...4-0. Sweetness!
.

Yeah! It's possible.

2010-03-08T00:59:00.000-08:00

One of the best memorable quotes of all of the Oscar-winning moment is "......It's possible. Thanks very much." - Russell Crowe. Being on this creativity business, I adore these moments. When the winners receive their prizes, they speak from their hearts. It's pure. It's honest. It's encouraging. It's the attitute.
Probably, it will be one of the precious moments of this year's Oscar when the 'Gabby' cried (being nominated for her first film. She used to be poor daughter from poor NY family) being seated in the front row with Maryl Streep.

Alec Baldwin and Steve Martin were the official host of the Academy Awards ceremony. Actually this hosting selection is perfect. They continued their fighting from the movie 'It's complicated'. Steve Amrtin was an architect there in the movie! Lol. They hosted perfectly except I guess that they made Clooney little bit upset! The most funiinest moment in this 82nd ceremony was the fun 'Paranormal Activity' parody video of Alec Baldwin and Steve Martin sleeping in a single bed. Steve Martin went to Baldwin and slapped him!
Nobody uploaded it in youtube yet!

Few awesome thing happened in this ceremony. I did not know that 'The Hurt Locker' director was James Camaron's ex-wife! Does the sweet relationship become a rivalery after people broke up? I guess so! Yeah. Heart does not break even. It's complicated. I felt very glad when I saw her holding two oscars. Her face does not carry pride unlike James Camaroon. I saw the movie in 2008. I don't the reason of early release of the DVD! It's a masterpiece.

MTV's media darling, Sandra Bullock became one of my favorite actress after I saw 'The Lakehouse" being one of my favorite story and tonight she won the best actress. I loved when she cried at the stage. I like the way the best art director addressed the world by his determination. Hat's off to we all creative people who creates for passion.
Although I liked the movie, 'AJAMI', the Argentinean movie stole the gold! Ajami is a powerful cross-religious story from Israel. Reading the story in Wikipedia, I just added it to my next 'to see' list.

"You are an wild man. You know that?"
(- The Hurt Locker)

Just prayed to a God that I don't believe in!

2010-03-06T10:41:00.000-08:00

Have you heard about the new band "The Script"? The new Irish sensation like old Irish whiskey. They are new and I am pretty sure they will they will survive. I just heard their new song "Breakeven". Go through the lyrics....it's amazingly wonderful. This guy is in pain, his heart has broken into pieces and he created a wonderful piece of art unlike some punk art which consists of only cursing at the women race. I am not saying that I don't like punk music. But can we be little decent.......?
Sorry....buddy. You are what you are.....I mean the punk music.
Ohh! Take note. Taylor Swift, the country grammy winner said that she has a crush on the frontman, Danny O'Donoghue.

Last night, in a bar I checked my email for just a second.......................hollyfvck! another rejection letter!
This company was interested in me too! I don't understand why these guys sugarcoat in everything! Going to jobfair, Getting interview calls and Got rejected. These three G's are my soul-mate as of now! If I start printing out those all rejection emails regardless 'being green', it will be a inch-thick binder book.

OK. Here is two situations.
#1
CoolBohemian is doing job, earning money...............architecture, execution in site, spending time to listen their life stories with needy/poor construction laborers.....and then motorbiking with few rowdies during the oneday-weekend: Sunday-funday!

#2
CoolBohemian is writing his blog: Mirror. Frustrated. No job...No wheels....No freedom!
So my heart is broke uneven with my passion. So I Just prayed to a God that I don't believe in to give my passion/satisfaction/happiness back. My passion/satisfaction/happiness is the girl who left me and she has no trouble sleeping when I am barely breathing.

"Breakeven" by THE SCRIPT.
Songwriters: Frampton, Andrew; Kipner, Stephen; O Donoghue, Daniel John; Sheehan, Mark Anthony;

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayed to a God that I don't believe in
'Cause I got time while she got freedom
'Cause when a heart breaks, no it don't breakeven

Her best days will be some of my worst
She finally met a man that's gonna put her first
While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping
'Cause when a heart breaks, no it don't breakeven, even, no

What am I suppose to do
When the best part of me was always you and
What am I suppose to say
When I'm all choked up and you're okay

I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces

They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding
'Cause she's moved on while I'm still grieving
And when a heart breaks, no it don't breakeven, even, no

What am I gonna do
When the best part of me was always you
And what am I suppose to say
When I'm all choked up and you're okay

I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces
(One's still in love while the other one's leaving)
I'm falling to pieces
('Cause when a heart breaks, no it don't breakeven)

You got his heart and my heart and none of the pain
You took your suitcase, I took the blame
Now I'm tryna make sense of what little remains, oh
'Cause you left me with no love and no love to my name

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayed to a God that I don't believe in
'Cause I got time while she got freedom
'Cause when a heart breaks, no it don't break
No it don't break, no it don't breakeven, no

What am I gonna do
When the best part of me was always you
And what am I supposed to say
When I'm all choked up and you're okay

I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces
(One's still in love while the other one's leaving)
I'm falling to pieces
('Cause when a heart breaks, no it don't breakeven)

Oh, it don't breakeven, no
Oh, it don't breakeven, no
Oh, it don't breakeven, no

Courtsy:

© SONIC GRAFITTI;

these lyrics are last corrected by ThaBoss
(http://www.elyrics.net/read/s/script-lyrics/breakeven-lyrics.html)

"I know, Indian girls are hotter than American girls" !!!

2010-03-05T10:29:00.000-08:00

Place: Harricane Harry's, Country Dance Club, College Station, TX.

Time: 1:56AM, Friday the 4th March.

Here you go...Harry's. Here is the last song of the night. The DJ screamed. The DJs here in the city are not International standerd, fo sure. They just play the song. No mixing. Normal WInamp! Anyway, cut the crap. We all are happy about it. There is nothing more we can get.

I asked the cool girl for dance. She smiled and gave her hand to me.

"I am guessing that you are from India", she started the conversion, her lips were just above my cheeks.
"Certainly. Proud Indian." (Look for the "Indian" in Urbandictionary; Definition # 3. Curtsy: John)
"I love Indian culture; I can't handle the spice of Indian food but it's awesome.", she looked into my eyes.
She has a nice smile.
"Awesome. I am glad. So what do you study?", I missed the steps and looked down to our feet to get in rhythm of Austin two-steps. I can't feel the country beats and I was too exited about this girl's cultural knowledge. This is first time of mine that anybody ever told me on dance floor that she is a fan of Indian culture, friendliness, and food. Wowwww!
"Well. I am in grad school."
"Really? Me too! So what's your major?", I was exited.
"I am in tourism management and what about you?". She is really charming.
"I am in Architecture. Master's in science."
"Woww! You are the first Indian, I met with who does not have an engineering degree and you know I was an architecture major for two years." She was amazingly happy.
I raised down my arm and threw her palm for a free spin. She did it perfectly and came back to me with a smile. I was super exited that she was an architecture major. "That's awesome but why did you quit architecture?"
"Boring, time taking studios....."
"I agree....hahahaha", I laughed out loud. "So, what's your name?"
"Megan. Yours?"
"A-R-U", I sliced it for her understanding.
"Aru?"
"Yesss!", I laughed.
.....
.....
....
I finished our Austin two-step with a salsa dip.
"Give me your no. that way we can hang out some other time. Just friends! I am not hitting on you, H-O-N-E-S-T-L-Y."
She grabbed my cellphone and typed her no and called herself to get my no. I have never seen such friendly person on dance floor.

"I know, Indian girls are hotter than American girls" !!!
I smiled. Alas! Does she know the fact? No! It's not true. We have extreme! We have exceptional beauties but in general Indian girls are below standard. I can tell that my first crush was "the best" looking girl, I ever interacted with as of now and she was/is an Indian and proud punjabi.

"It was really more nice meeting you than dancing with you", I hugged her.
"Yeah. It was same here, too", she smiled and walked away.

Her smile was awesome. She was good looking , may be creative and I don't don't want to get my heart broken again with an american girl.

Her "Dream comes true"!!!! Damnit!

2010-03-04T08:42:00.000-08:00

My friend, to be precise, my friend's friend has done a boob-job to make her relationship stronger / (slash) continue.....

Sadly, they broke up.

I don't understand the philosophy. Why do you have to change yourself for some fvcking idiot? If he/she does not like you then please make your heart stronger and accept the truth. Anyway, it's completely my statement. You think whatever you think; I have no business in it.

Yeah! True physical attraction make you take the first move then it's all about your personality, your thinking frequency; if it matches perfect otherwise "It's fancy meeting you here!". If you ex has cheated on you because your of your small boob then it's a shame. Believe me, he never loved you. I am talking about real-love not the love dog and bitch makes every night.

I am feeling petty for you, ****. You could have changed your mind not your body. Believe me, now everyone is making fun of you! Hope you read my blog and face the truth. You will be in my prayer.

Here is my friend's picture what I captured from some social networking website with her DUE PERMISSION to post in my blog. I did not change the captions under her photos; it's intact (unlike yours)!

When it was small.

grandma bra!

after!!! amazing, it's same bathing suit as the first picture. major difference!

...see, ex boyfriends? you shouldn't have cheated

Yuck! Lady Gaga......!!!

2010-02-28T15:31:00.000-08:00

Lady Gaga wins Best and Worst Dressed Shockwaves NME Awards

"

Probably nobody cares! But is this freaky lady wearing Architecture?
Frank Gehry might claim for copyright, lady. Btw, is Lady Gaga is a lady or ...? Do you guys know?

Look at the Walt Disney Concert hall. It's deconstruction. It's one of my favorite buildings. Although there was long complicated stories about those titanium steel, it is really frozen music.

Walt Disney Concert Hall. Designed by Frank Gehry. Courtesy of the Los Angeles Philharmonic.
Photocredit: Tom Bonner (http://www.studio-international.co.uk/studio-images/gehry/disney_hall_5b.asp)

Look at this artist's skirt. She rocks, dude! To be honest, the most coolest thing about this 'Lady' is...she has cool peace tat on her left wrist. It's cooler than her music. lol.

Image coursy: MTV, Fansite-Lady Gaga,

Bros before Hoes!

2010-02-28T14:35:00.000-08:00

According to urbandictionary, "bros before hoes" stands for The unwritten law that your bros (male friends) should always become before hoes (female with whom you are/hoping to have a relationshipwith). Most used as a trump card by your bros when they feel you are becoming whipped or that your hoe is a sl*t and a bi**h.

Does your bro keep his promise?
My bro does not.

Well. Here is the story. I picked up the girl for my bro. She is civil engineer but wants to become an architect. It was amazing that we started talking about F. L. Wright on the dance floor. She was not my type and my bro was really interested in her.....because she speaks French being an American. I am not jealous. But I am mad at my bro who told me "bros before hoes" and bailed out from giving me ride. I hate dishonestly. My bro planned to go salsa yesterday night and suddenly disappeared. I had no wish to salsa dancing. Hell-Yes! "Life without car" in a Texas city can NOT survive.
(With due respect, Erin, you are not sl*t or B**ch.)

In a job fair yesterday, the interview being very friendly, told me that don't put anything wrong in your facebook, "....because your employer will definitely look into your profile before he hires you".
"But I believe in honesty and that's why I kept my profile open to everybody that way he can see who is this crazy kid.", I replied.
She smiled.

Up to yesterday night, before my friend's betrayal, Saturday was awesomley beautiful, a perfect sunny day. Wake up early morning for job fair in nearby mega city and having so far decent replies from the interviewers made my day so special until I got betrayed.

I was so pissed off to change my plan to go to NGate. When one of my friend was desperately asking me to come over to other night club, I rudely did not appear there. I am feeling bad for it. I can't puke off my anger to someone else. I am a pieceofshit. Seriously, I have not learned to live on moments. He betrayed me and it should have been a 'just past moment'.
Come on, CoolBohemian!

I am my own disease......

2010-02-26T10:10:00.000-08:00

This song is fvcking awesome.
I loved this band forever. I have their all five albums. But the changed their genre..from religious song they started singing for life which is great. I don't like this. You are taking advantage of the fans you have. Honestly, I know people they just listen to religious music just to be religious. I respect their ideology. This band like "Switchfoot" should not have changed their genre. Anyway, it's their biz, not mine. I just love their lyrics and this song is amazing.

PS. If you click on the title here, it will take you to live Switchfoot. Yayyyy!

.......
Dead star shine
Light up the sky
I'm all out of breath
My walls are closing in
Days go by
Give me a sign
Come back to the end
The shepherd of the damned

I can feel you falling away

Breaking Benjamin - "Give Me A Sign"

.......

My friend's FB status msg!

2010-02-25T15:09:00.000-08:00

" Just found out my boyfriends been cheating on me the whole time I've been pregnant with his son. I know this isn't the type of stuff ppl should post on fb but I'm so upset..this makes everything I've been going thru a million times harder. I need friends, I gave up everything for him. Sry to be so depressing :( "

Thank God, for my friends.

2010-02-24T01:08:00.000-08:00

"Yeah....", I answered the phone with my disgusting voice came after sudden interruption of my nap after getting tipsy with drinking game. It's my friend. What the F! He is knocking so hard on the door.
"Open up! I am just outside of your fucking door", he screamed.

I opened my door.
They just popped up to say hi. My friend's wife was there and she told that she cursed at me in my voicemail.

All of a sudden, three of my friends jumped over me and put some big snowballs inside my tee.

"Fvck! Nooooo..........!, I screamed.

I heard it. "Sisterfvcker" in hindi. It was so sweet.

I just love these guys. They are awesome. Awesome like today's snow.
Thank you God (if you exists), I am blessed for having such good friends.

It's awesomely hailing.

2010-02-23T13:26:00.000-08:00

I just took a sip of my Bluemonn - the Belgian beer which goes perfectly with orange. Although sometime, I just don't want to ruin its original taste. I was shivering in a thin tee and jeans, I could not resit myself in my small apartment. It indescribably amazing. Nature on it's most beautiful event - snowing. I want to paint. I am feeling like just get drenched. It seems like the snowflakes are whispering. They are so soft. So gentle.

I am sitting by my large glass window. 5 feet by 3 feet. The laptop is over my dryer and I am sitting over a tall dining chair. These snowflakes are blowing, flowing, falling, dancing in front of my eyes. The black leaf-less trees are now became play of white and black. It romantically awesome. The white background and the abstract form of tree with a veil of snow. Yeah. Smile from a veil like the Pink Floyed way. Yeas. I can bring smile from a veil. "Wish you were here".

It won't be possible. Believe me, my life without music won't be possible. I barely survived that day and when I pulled out my iPod and put the slacker app. some rap song suddenly played. I don't remember the song but the initial music was soothing. Wait. it reminded me a great Indian song "Pehla Nasha" "First addiction". I bet, it is one of the favorite song of our generation. At least 70% of Indians. The guy and the girl, both felt it by nobody said that they love each other yet. They were assuming it and dancing in the air. The music video is full of innocence. May be everything becomes innocent when you are in love. I was lost. I don't know where! I was trying to find any figment in my heart if it recalls any memory of sweetness. Nah! There is no one.

Friend of mine, from Bangladesh, posted something in my FB wall. It's poem. it's truth about the real world. The heart of those who feel the love for the world, who still think that peace can be earned by love, who worship art, language, literature, is going to be a supper for vultures and foxes. Hat's off to the humanity. Silently, I got back to Coheed and Combria's "Welcome Home". (Lyrics is included in the youtube link.)

Reunion & Separation!

2010-02-19T11:17:00.000-08:00

After a long time, I visited one of my friends' facebook profile. She got back to her ex. I feel happy for her. Distance makes relationship stronger. Probably it's the best when you realize each other's importance. Only thing can bring peace is patience and proper thinking. I am glad that they got back.
Reunion.

Today, I promised myself to get away from music. My new iPod along with its Slacker radio application just made me crazy. I was completely obsessed with Drake yesterday. I listened at least 30 time his 'Successful' and 'Forever'. Heck-yeah! Hip hop is now eating my brain out! Believe me, in next Karaoke in one of our famous Ngate bar, don't be surprised seeing me rapping with my Indian accent.
Therefore, music -my life, I want a just one day Separation from you. Please.

PS. I just want to thank my friend who asked me to write about Music the other day. If you happen to see it, please, be patient, please I'll write about it shortly.

Speed is my valentine.

2010-02-15T22:33:00.000-08:00

"Top Gun" being one of my type of movies, I spend my pre-valentine's day watching it over again. I feel the spirit every time I see it. Probably it's my best chick flick. No comparison!
When will I get THE chance to fly any aircraft by my own? I am waiting for the moment.

We, along with few friends, went to a Gurdwara in the morning of valentine's day. We prayed. We helped some poor girl to go back to India to operate her damaged Kidney. She does not have health insurance here! I felt happy.
I texted all my friends to wish happy valentine's day.

Oh! Forgot to tell ya.
The day started with my mom's voice. I asked her did baba (Dad) give her any flowers today? Mom replied that they are too old for that it's time make fun of me of not having any girlfriend. LOL! It was an awesome conversation. I just love my parents. No substitute. No comparison!

How would you give flowers to your Valentine?

2010-02-12T10:48:00.000-08:00

How would you give flowers to your loved one? I asked this question to few of friends and their girlfriends and here are few replies.

[ So.....how will you do it, John? Ummm...I mean...it's situational. Is it first time? second time or what? I would say that a special one...let's think for the first time. No pressure, take your time. Well, I would draw a picture of red rose and give it to her. Are you kidding me? No. I am serious. He smiled. I don't know....I like his answer. He is a civil engineer so to paint is really hard for him. It implies that he wants to spend his time on creating something interesting. Heck-Yes! I appreciate it, man! ]

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[ How would you like to have a flower-bouquet? I asked my John's girl friend, separately. "I don't know. But my dad gives the flowers delivered to my mom's office. Actually that makes more sense because they are always seeing each other at home" No. No. My point is would you like the flower should be your favorite one or anything or any special way to delivery or do you have any dream/passion about it? She smiled...rolled her eyes, "I don't know. I am happy." ]
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[ Hey, how would you like to have a flower-bouquet? I asked the random girl in bar. Buy me a drink then I will tell you. Really? I was little surprised. Ok. Never mind. I will never accept flower from you so thank you! I barely know her why I want to give her flower. Damn! It cleared all my hangover in that second! What a heavy weight punch! I walk away from there. I was really shocked! It is a truth. Truth hurts. ]

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[ Hey Madeline, how would you like to have a flower-bouquet? She is my one of coolest friend. Do you know, it's a gift from God to be loved. If I have feelings for him then I will accept anything from him and be the happiest. She is really religious and I am really happy with her answer. ]
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[ So Pravjot, how would you like to have a flower-bouquet? She is Punjabi- the 'so called' party people. People from Punjab in India or speaks the language Punjabi call themselves Punjabi. My first crush. I don't know. She took along time to say 'I don't know' which implies that she was thinking and may be she is not telling me the truth. Amy be she needs a comfort zone to trust. Amy be her all previous flower-experiences are sad! Come on! I am just asking. There is no reason. I am not going to give you flower. You have your husband. I will be writing in my blog, perhaps! Well, she rolled her eyes, may be with a surprise he (the "so called" cultured/religious/or something i don't know, wives in India generally does not say their husband's name! Yeah. it's weird. But a lesser percentage now-a-days!) will bring it with some chocolate. She is happy with her life. The life she wanted, she got. Big Bunglow with multiple expensive cars with (may be) some imported ones. I am really happy for her. I just prayed for you, Pravjot. ]
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If I want to give someone flower, then, I would rather know her favorite color or the flower and do a great research, spend time to think about her and then an awesome way to deliver it (may be personally) with a letter with some emotions.

I know, my idea is BS.

WHO DAT?

2010-02-09T13:04:00.000-08:00

New Orleans Saints. The wild NFL team who won this 43rd Super Bowl.
Who dat.....said they gonna beat them saints? It's their club slogan or anthem.

I along with three friends drove eight hours to New Orleans to feel the heat. Believe me, the NOLA was so hot.
In the Southern part of the USA, NOLA has most crazy party street which is famous as Bourbon Street. It's about mile long street with clubs, pubs, and gentleman's club. Everywhere (almost) in the states bars/clubs closes at 2AM in the morning. It's rule BUT NOLA gives a shit about the rule. They closes at 6AM in the morning.
Heck-yess! We partied until the morning light came on the before-game day! Wasted...fully tipsy!

In NOLA, you can have drink anywhere. Instead of fruit juice bar/stalls in any other cities in the world, NOLA has drink stall. it's really crazy. Can't really explain how crazy it is unless you see it. It's Las Vegas on it's miniature version and cheaper too.
We watched the game seconds by second with beer in hand cheering, screaming and dancing with the beats of DJ over there. I've never seen a cricket match (not even a Indo-Pak) standing inside a night club. Woooow! It's crazily wild. The game started from 6PM and people started parting from 2PM during the day. They made a parade and threw beads to the people. It's crazy! I thought that Kolkata is the craziest city in the world during any Indo-Pak cricket match or EastBengal-Mouhanbagan soccer match. NOLA is way crazier than Kolkata.

It was outrageously awesome.

The craziest finale of the party happened when New Orleans Saints won the match. Everybody went down to the street. There was barely a inch space to move! But people were screaming....WHO DAT!!! hugging each other...jumping around. All DJs of nearby Night clubs made their music volume level so hight that even from the streets, you can feel the heat.

OMG! There is a couple jumping, dancing with only their underwears! This is hell crazy.
A random guy started kissing everybody! He took his shirt off. GOD, it's wild.

One girl came to me; she is cute; she placed her hands over both ears and cheeks and placed a KISS!
It was little off my lips, on my cheeks!
Fvck! I am shocked, thrilled................!

V day or D day!

2010-02-09T12:40:00.000-08:00

Wowwww!
Google (blog) AdSense sent me a happy Valentine's Day card!
It's pretty great looking. Red and and white heart, half filled with red.

Wedding Crashers!

2010-02-03T16:07:00.000-08:00

Ok...so I ended up seeing the 2005 movie "Wedding Crashers". Peer pressured was I. Sorry, roommie pressured! I told him about the marriage crashing that we did during our 11th and 12th stds in school and he said that, in American people does too!
OK. To be clean enough! I've done only crashing and 2nd one was little frightened! But all our intentions were free food..good quality food not the girls~ For food one, one of my friend did a funeral too! Food in Hostels/Dorms on all over the India is terrible, I can challenge anyone! Actually we all got bored with same kind of food...everyday!

Anyway, what is the best part of the movie "Wedding Crashers"?
When Coldplay's "Sparks" on the background...where Owen Wilson and Richel McAdams both could not sleep and thinking about each other but they were scared enough you to poke each other...............awesome.
That was my best moments of the movie!

It's so gentle, so artistic.....so romantic. No words to write, just to feel.

Huwwwnnnn! I know, you don't agree with me!

My best friend's wedding!

2010-02-02T11:27:00.000-08:00

Damnit! To stay in different country with hell lot of regulations SIMPLY sucks!

I missed my cousin sister's wedding....now I missed my best friend's wedding!

Mayur and Megha. Cute smiling couple, even by their name.
Mayur, in Hindi, means the peacock and Megha means 'off the cloud'. Peacock dances whenever he sees the cloud. Too romantic! They have been dating/fighting for seven years and now they 'got it'. Like all of his well wisher, I am so damn happy. I am so sad that I could not make it happen! FML!

OMG! They are all in my favorite colors!....on their Engagement day.

Look at Megha's henna tatoo....gorgeous!

Whatakiss! Not French...pure Indian.

The Groom generally arrives riding over the horseback and so is Mayur!

Why they look so gorgeous in their wedding dresses? It's called REAL Sweetness!

Somekind of religious/ritual thing...I don't know!

Probably JD! Mayur's papa....."let's rock the world".

Miss America 2010!

2010-01-30T22:44:00.000-08:00

Texas A&M won against Texas Tech in basketball....though did not get any chance to go see!
Now, sitting hone and watching Miss America...I hate this !!!

Like the Jay Z way..."All black...everything...". Miss Virginia, Caressa Cameron won the crown, finally! She is black! Not my favorite but she has beautiful eyes! No arguments! But what's going on? Really?
My favorite was Miss Alaska by looks! Miss Virginia by voice (singing)! Miss Cali by attitude! I just loved Miss Tennessee's blue gown! Miss Hawaii's flower on her hair....sweet!

Honestly, there was none who is really different...really something else!
Anyway, among those 53 beautiful ladies from the world's most rich country there were a huge concentration on brunettes. Mario Lopez was the anchor.....the tanned mexican american!

Beauty is on beholder's eye! Commercialization also makes the definition of beauty.
People losses their confidence and often forgets how beautiful they are! It's really deep in heart definitely not skin deep!

A BeautiFUL(L OF ADRENALIN) day!

2010-01-29T13:13:00.000-08:00

It was one of my awesomes days ever. If I have to count down the most happiest days of my life as of now, it will be there for sure!

Well....that day starts like this!
Wake up late, looked at the mirror (I looked terrible with all my hair straight! lol!) got my new cinnamon-hazelnut medium roast black coffee which I just made with whole coffee bean....and then my ex-classmate, cousin-sister (one of my best friends also) called me. I am telling you folks, she is over-concerned! She needs to know everything! She is more than my mom!
I am on the phone with her....knock..knock...knock! A real loud knocking on my apartment's door!
I hang up! Opened the door, it was the FedEX guy....my angel of the day! "Here is your shipment, sir!"
(These FedEX guys really knock hard on your door; I am telling you the truth!)
It was small tiny brown box....I understood that it's my long waited i-Pod Touch.
Yesssss!!!!
Thank you Carrie. This new year is so far going great for me! Got two awesomest gift: a Ray-Ban Silver/Silver Mirror aviator and this i-Pod Touch. Sweetness. I love you guys!

After working out, I went to the meeting with my ISS advisor for my F1 documentation and it went superbly well. It was great.

Well now...in the evening the most exiting part of the day...of my life!
I never been to the Flying club before, because of having no-money but today I went there! People (To be specific, Aggies) over there were/are honestly friendly.
Ohh! Before I go to the climax here is a real exiting story! I met one person over there. His, his parents favorite food is Indian. His parents cook curry all the time. His dad went to India for two weeks and he is in love with Indian food. I told him about the story when I took Madeline and her family to an Indian restaurant in Houston and after the Sunday after prayer lunch, she screamed out loud saying "Indian food is my favorite"! Sweetness! I got super exited! super-duper exited. I am glad that I met this guy who also gave me ride back home. Thank you, Ian Shirley.
Honestly, I love cooking! Not only Indian but the world cuisine! Italian, French, Chinese, Indonesian and Mexican as of now. Ask my roommie and friends if you have any questions and about my magic of hands! LOL! Like an Indian movie, I should start my cooking/chef career being an Architect...but I have to find her, the doctor though...hahahahaha.

Sorry for the distraction.
It's 6:34 PM. Thursday.
"let's have a look...what do you say?" James, the president of FlyingAggies told us.
"Really? I am super...super exited? Are we going to fly...really?" I just threw all my words as fast as I can. I can't wait for a single nano-second! My friend Ian was exited too but we all were little scared about the weather! It was cloudy and windy.
We approached towards the N5400J. The four seater Cessna 172 Skyhawk. It's 1980 model, I guess. But who cares! I am so happy! So so happy!
I hopped onto the skyhawk. I took the back seat, as Ian already called a "shotgun"!
"There are ear-plugs...put them on", Michael, the pilot, ordered politely.
"Ummm....I don't want to put them on. I want to feel the noise. Do you mind?", I replied while buckling up my seatbelt. I did not want to buckle it up though but safety precautions!
It's 6:44 PM. We are on the air..................................awesome!
We flew for about five minutes. I counted for every every seconds. We were about 750 to 850 feet high and flew over our campus. I am waiting for the day when I am going to do some stunt by my own! I can't wait.
Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! We landed safely!
Adrenalin level at it's peak. My palms were sweating!

Wait...the day did not finish yet! My friend, Mayank called me if I want to go to play Laser-Tag with few of his friends. Heck-Yess! man. I am down. Totally.
It was my first Laser-Tag game and I lost all four game I played along with my team! Damnit!
In first game, believe me I was gang-raped! I was in Red team and my Jacket turned Blue. So I am the Blue guy in the midst of all my friend-turned-foe. They gang-raped me! Sooooo badly! So sooo badly!
"Soorry buddy...I have to shoot you!", that was in everybody's mouth before I shoot them!
I enjoyed it. My first game and got hunted by fifteen people at same time....hahahahahaha. Feels awesome. How many people have same experience?

A gentle Love story

2010-01-26T14:23:00.000-08:00

My friends are getting married.... (Part 01)
He and his brother maid awesome two videos of their cute, innocent very polite love story.
Like all my friends, you will laugh a lot when you see this. (Part 02)
The role of Rachel in the movie is played by Mark's elder brother.

Jersey Shore party!

2010-01-24T18:03:00.000-08:00

Last night, I was insanely drunk, terribly lost in beer-pong and about to puke! I even forgot to say goodbye to the cello-playing cute girl who was hitting on me for half an hour! She was really jolly and she lasted up to our 18 counts in keg-stand. Holly Shit! I hate this! I was really interested too.

Well, yesterday was our Jersey Shore party. It's cheap trasssshy m-tv series. No offence! It's trashy! These guys/girls need help! Telling you the truth, I did not dressed up like any of these "guidos"! My friend did...honestly he was in his tank-top and a huge steel chain as neck-lace.

Guidos of "Jersey Shore" (picture: MTV)

Well here is the interesting story. The after-party climax. I returned home with a huge huger. The moon was looking like tortilla. I went out of home at 3 a.m in the morning to have some breakfast food to nearby McDonalds. Just out of my apartment, I saw there were two (not drunk) females was asking for help! I rushed to them. Wow! They are beautiful.
"Can you help me find my sandals, please?"
I took the cell phone from them and with the little light of the cell display I found the lost sandal!.
"Yesss! Ma'am. Here it is."
"Awesome...Thank you so much...it's so nice of you...blah blah blah"
"It's alright. Not a problem.", I thought if I could ask them to give me ride to the nearby restaurant.
The other beautiful lady asked, "So, where are you heading to? Do you need a ride?"
I was shocked. I just thought and she read my mind! I winked (the Sarah Palin way) to God. It's a my type gesture to say thanks!
I got into her white Honda civic, just buckled up my seat belt and a cop car arrived!
After a typical 3 a.m.-cop conversation, they decided that these girls need to be dropped at home and they are not safe to drive. There were two cops and they asked these girls to get in the cop car!

Believe me, they were not drunk.

Yeh.....dooriyan! (Ohh! such a....... distance!)

2010-01-22T10:57:00.000-08:00

Last night, I went to the same old country dance club with my bunch of friends, after a long while.
I did not dance the whole time! DJ sucks over there but I was not feeling to dance!
Something was missing out!

I found myself truly oddment out over there! I dressed up so ubar-urban-sexual outfit and all of the others were typical Texan outfit. With due respect to them, I felt weird when people are so not-open minded. I mean the bouncer asked me to take my beanie off and the bouncer-girl asked me to take my neck-lace in to my tee!
My American friends were surprised. Bryan laughed with a irony, "Hell-yeah. You got the cream part of the red-neck"!

I am lucky that I've good friends here. If you are open to education, your heart will be open too. Anyway, I am no-man to teach someone to be cultural but I felt that I simply don't belong here.

I want fast life. Real fast! May be New York...LA...SF or somewhere!

About LOVE...

2010-01-20T17:17:00.000-08:00

[Some stranger got my email from somewhere and wrote an weird email asking me about love, here is a part of the email I replied to her.]

To be very simple:

I just want to hold my soul-mate's hand, sitting (may be on a poor wooden bench in lonely downtown-highrise rooftop) on the lonely beach, seeing the dusky color and the beauty of the Sun created by it's dimming aura, finger by finger and then......a gentle kiss on her lips!

When at the end of the most busiest-hectic day of life you come home and your soul mate will argue with you with her soft pleasing smile, and getting mad at you but give you a warm hug.....your heart will fill up with joy...all your tiredness will be gone in a nano-second...that's your surrender. I would call it Love.

Believe me, I can portrait a million about love.

After reading these definitions of Love in different ways, I guarantee, you will be feeling weird.

Probably your little knowledge of literature will not be able to understand it properly!

Take it easy!

New dish....I invented/made up.

2010-01-08T17:02:00.000-08:00

Yummmy!

I just finished it and the taste compelled me to write it down. There is magic in great food, great taste. It will set your mood, set your spirit level high.

Spending the day with some (real complicated) computational fluid dynamics simulation program and just a job application, I have decided to make some food at home. Coconut-shrimp.

(Here is something happened, I won't write it down.)

I fried the shrimps untill they turned little golden in vegetable oil then kept it aside. Fried some chopped onions after that, I, put some red chili powder along with turmeric. I fried all of these mixture for a while in low heat. The mixture became red. Thereafter, I added little bit of cinnamon powder to add flavor and salt after that according to taste. Finally throw the friend shrimps on the pan with little water. It became a golden-reddish paste of onions and spices with friend whole shrimps.

I heat up two Pita-pocket bread for 9 secs in microwave. With a small spoon, I made a thin layer of sour cream in both inner side of the pita and put the onion-shrimp thing. Finally, I threw some shredded cheddar cheese inside the pita-pocket.

I took the first bite. It's heaven. It's really heaven. I punched in the air! Yaaahooo!

It's spicy shrimp-onion pita. That's her name.

Honestly, try it out in home. This is really yummy! Awesome.

do you call this relationship?

2010-01-07T11:41:00.000-08:00

One of my good friend just broke-up! He said that he realized that they are not made for each other! They were living together for more than a year. I don't know who's fault is this but like all his good friends, I am also sad. No! I am mad. Mad at my friend.

I don't understand how could someone let that girl go? I was little mad while my conversation with him and his answer surprised me, "you are taking it too seriously!". Does it mean that he is NOT taking the relationship seriously. Be happy, man! I don't know how to respond in this situation. I am from different country with different perspective of life...with a different philosophy.

All I know, real love comes from sacrifice. It's not normal sacrifice that you feel pain. It's sacrifice when you feel happy for your better half. You will change a bit for herself and vice-versa.

Although, there are typical earthly matters! Like the phrase "conditions apply" under every cool advertisement. If you be too nice to some person then he/she will think that he/she deserves something better. I would say to them that please leave. If you don't understand now then you will never understand.

In the states divorce rate is close to 60%. If you count break-up then probably it will go upto 300%. I mean, guys/girls at least have 3 break-up histories! This is a real shame! The states is so called #1 in everything but in its social structure: it's complete zero.

I remembered one event...it was my friend's birthday.
We went to a dance-club. I thought that it would be cool if the DJ announces about my friend's birthday. So, I asked his girlfriend to come with me to the DJ to request him. She came with me and requested the DJ and the DJ screamed about his birthday.....
My friend got annoyed instead of being happy why his girlfriend left him without saying anything with me! They started quarreling on the dance floor instantly!
I was surprised like everybody! Even though, they fight a lot but they seems made for each other.

Please my readers along with me pray for them....if they get back.

Welcome to 2010

2010-01-01T18:39:00.000-08:00

Let it be...let it be...let it be known!
come touch my soul...
let me feel you.

How did you spend your first day of a new year? Clubbing? Partying?
Heck-yes! I used to spend the last day of past year in clubs, dancing, cheering etc. etc. and the very first day just sleeping!
Things were different, this time. Just watched new year's celebration from all over the world with relatives in TV and online streaming cameras with some old scotch (my all time favorite). Then, this very fresh new year, I spend the brand new day laying over a snow-frozen hillock-top of Virginia.
It was cold. Too cold. Gentle cool breeze all over my face, bright sun was just kissing all over : a sensual sensation. It's indescribable. It feels awesomely different spending time alone in the middest of the beautiful nature. You throw away all your stress and just take deep breath. May be it's happiness...joy!
Thinking the beautiful face of your loved one, pencil & charcoal sketching her face on your mind canvas, it feels nearly heaven. Probably it should be heaven-feeling. Because you in our life time we can never fell the happiness of heaven. Although I don't believe in such thing. Heaven is here, man, it just your surroundings! You make it heaven or hell.

We are all alone...
just loose control...
come touch my soul..
let me feel you...

Mandatory listening : "Ride it" - Jay Sean (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DabNRHb_Y3s&NR=1)

my craziness!!!

2009-12-29T16:12:00.000-08:00