Ack… Stop being a wet rag!

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“Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented. Sometimes we must interfere. When human lives are endangered, when human dignity is in jeopardy, national borders and sensitivities become irrelevant.” – Elie Wiesel

I’m sitting beside a very cold slice of pizza wondering about all that is wrong in the world today. It’s an immense weight and I don’t mean to be a Debbie downer but seriously. Half way past 2016 and we’ve lost the likes of Alan Rickman, David Bowie and a few weeks ago, Christina Grimmie. Apart from that, we’ve had shootings, bombings and terror attacks. I almost forgot about Elie Wiesel, who died a few days ago. I watched a speech he delivered in 1993 where he picked out Bill Clinton from the group,¬†on the absence of his actions on the horror that was taking place in Bosnia at the time. He drew from his own experience as a holocaust survivor, when American media shied away from the holocaust whilst the American military shied away from bombing the tracks to Auschwitz to save on resources.

Too Much info..*sigh*

Think the point is trying it’s best to get away from here since I don’t usually write about war, terror and political drama. But it’s important, and it shouldn’t only be important to me, but to you as well. There was a shooting in Orlando, and the media covered it and everyone paid their respects to the tragedy. There are bombings in Iraq, and nothing. Over 200 killed, nothing. No facebook action to change one’s profile picture to highlight the country’s flag to show support or anything. I guess it’s a war torn country or some other stereotype label¬†that people are comfortable with. Does it make a big difference, that the topic isn’t trending? Yes, yes it does! My roommate pointed out how he changed his profile picture for the Paris attacks, cause the option was offered. People are informed, word spreads, and maybe they take two¬†minutes¬†out of their busy schedules to learn a little more. Why does it matter? Read the quote Elie Wiesel delievered during his acceptance speech.

http://www.c-span.org/video/?c3342709/elie-wiesel-bosnia-remarks

So is it unpopular to show support or to even sympathize with the victims and survivors of the bombings in Iraq? This might be an immature rant of a teenager (I just realized I’m not a teen anymore) and I know very little on the subject of war, terrorism, economics, politics, the Kardashians or even my own age, but I do know that what’s happening in the world today¬†is not right. We might have evolved to be the superior species and have crossed milestones in technological advancements and everything else that makes us feel proud about the age we live in. However with every war, every blind eye we turn to an act of terrorism or violation of human rights, to believing only that with which we are comfortable with doesn’t throw us back to square one. It doesn’t shine light on how we haven’t really evolved as a species, cause we have (Science proves it, Ross Gellar will bring his briefcase of fossils to prove it). It just degrades us. It’s so odd to think that we’ve become accustomed to hearing about shootings and bombings when we shouldn’t. It’s not supposed to be something you’re comfortable with.

I understand how as an individual, there isn’t much one can do. Firstly what does one do? I don’t know. I’m the adorable fool ranting on the topic, all we can do is not accept the fact that these things have happened. Write about it, talk about it, share your thoughts, cause somewhere out there, in this small big world we live in, there is someone who knows what to do. Maybe pay attention to who you are electing for. I know that the new mayor of Rome, Virginia Raggi has won me over. For one she shed light on Brexit and how the focus is more on the people, since it was the people who voted and even though it was a close call, the majority decided.¬†People are to take charge of what happens, since it’s easy to blame political leaders,¬†they are easy to hate anyway.¬†In my own country, it seems like there’s more attention paid on censoring a movie than there is to real issues that the citizens face. Yeah the ‘point’ of this post¬†has definitely boarded a first class flight to Bali, all independent and proactive. All for the best anyway, since I just like you (No, not I ‘just’ like you, I don’t like you, not¬†in that manner)¬†didn’t¬†understand the point. I just held onto it cause it made me seem brainy. The point evaded me.

A good way to get off a serious topic *get off*, I’ll leave now.

P.S. – I was going to talk about Game of Thrones, Inu Yasha and the Ghost in our house.

The Honest Toast

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Ever think about how the music you listen to defines your very being. I just shot down some¬†tequila at the request of my roommate¬†and I’m letting it do all the typing.

I’ve not been fine for a while now. The following sheds a little light on that.

I’ve spent the past¬†6 months over thinking my posts a bit too much cause starting this year, I let the majority of my friends and family know that I write every now and then. Halfway into the year and I decide to talk about it now. *Priorities* Anyway I grew really conscious whilst typing out new posts and I deleted some entirely. Reason which are stated below. This blog has never been private, I never intended it to be. However I recently felt quite naked knowing that my family/friends have read my really old posts. You know the immature ones with little to no editing at all. Continue reading

Stupid pigeons!

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Hello! *sighs*

Adele’s sort of ruined that greeting. Can’t really say it without the rest of the song playing through. It’s been roughly over two months since I’ve moved away from home and settled down in Dubai. In all honesty I could have written up a post at any point since I had the WiFi set up but procrastination got the better of me. Not really sure where this post is heading. I could talk about ‘Hello’. At my new workplace, I’ve said it so frequently that they’ve all (most of the staff) started inserting humorous follow ups. I’ve said it in one of my previous posts, that sometimes the best thing to do is to let loose and amuse yourself by saying hello to something as stationary as a tree. They’ve all taken heed to that, which is a lot of fun.

Burrhus Frederic Skinner (1904 – 1990), a behavioral psychologist above all else put forth the principle of reinforcement, wherein free will was an illusion and everything was a matter of consequence of previous actions. I came across his work in my elder sister’s psychology textbook, since I read every other book in the house (including answering those quizzes in my sister’s cosmopolitan magazines) and was trying to keep myself from pretending to know a person, after having read just one psychology textbook. Quite a task I tell you. Well a few years later I watched a show on Discovery Science, cause at that¬†time, it had some of the better shows on TV (Burn Notice, blech) until it became repetitive. Well they covered Skinner’s experiment with pigeons which according to his wiki page was one of his favourite animals to experiment with, and another useless fact is that pigeons happen to be one of the few things that scare the crap out of the coffee girl. Oh how I missed writing.

So the pigeon experiment revolved around pigeons in a cage displaying superstitious behaviour to get food. Food was let into the cage at odd intervals, however the pigeons seemed to repeat actions such as walking counter clockwise or cocking their head at a certain corner of the cage in order to get food since it was something they did the first time food was let into the cage. It’s something I guess everyone can relate to from putting the left sock on first or taking a particular route to a destination with the belief that things will turn out alright or as expected. Well I have to confess that I put my left sock on first and tie my right shoe on after both socks are up¬†cause I think it’s about equality and I don’t want either of my feet to feel bad that I pick one over the other.*The left one tends to sleep more often*

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The trivial post

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{Note: My new favourite word is Bum!}

Yes, I’m a bum for not writing anything for the past four weeks. Doesn’t sound that bad does it? Bum. It’s got that¬†childish zeal to it. Apart from finding it¬†amusing, I’ve found out that some¬†might consider it trivial.¬†Mr Potato head recently put in his two cents worth by telling me that I emotionally invest in “trivial things“. Not entirely false, I have my scrap books, posters, tissues, ¬†toys that I’ve curated¬†over the years, crap from the street, merchandise that I’ve won, clothes I’ve outgrown and the list goes on, but to call them ‘trivial’ is a bit appalling. For one it’s gut wrenching¬†to even consider¬†discarding one of those “trivial” things. I can’t emphasize enough on “trivial” as Mr Potato head deemed it. Continue reading

Thoughts of an Absurd souffle

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{I wandered about until I realized I was indeed, lost.} 

Is it the certainty of knowing the outcome of a recipe that puts it in favour over the choice of¬†cooking the unknown? A trait amid¬†mothers, grandmothers and the one or two men in the family who know how to cook without a recipe is that they always seem to have all the answers. I used to go berserk thinking about the uncertainty of the future before being reminded that I barely knew what the present day had in store for me. A death in the family definitely widened the realm of the unpredictable. However it was just that sudden shock that calmed the storm in my head. Standing still in fear of the unpredictable was nothing short of depriving myself of all that I could achieve. Take it as missing an opportunity to cook¬†a good dish whilst surrounded with good ingredients. It’s better to have a baked souffle than have non, right?

I don’t know why I’m thinking about souffl√©s but my thoughts are¬†all poofy now. Continue reading

How to avoid kissing a Dementor!

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{Note: I wrote this to help out a friend in need. I hope that it helps out anyone out there. Meep!}

Started on a doodle

Started on a doodle.

*I may have to rethink that title.*

Whenever something doesn’t go my way, or it’s like all odds are against me, I get a bit competitive with myself to do better. Then there are those situations wherein there seems to be no escape, that sinking feeling of fear. The evil in it was that it could strike at any point. A bright day filled with trivial conversations, good food and just when you least expect it, there arises that familiar feeling that sprouts about insecurities and the cons of every decision you’ve made, the cons of your goals and aspirations start weighing down on you.

It’s horrible and quite the hurdle to overcome. I don’t like referring to it as depression, cause that really does sound depressing. I prefer reenacting it as having been attacked by a dementor. To quote Dr Sheldon Cooper, “What’s life without whimsy?”¬†My usual way to get rid of that sinking feeling was to help others, and whilst I was in college, it was pretty easy as everyone needed help with an assignment or so, a way to distract myself and focus on everyone else’s problems. It was a good remedy for the most part, something that helped me sleep.

{One can never go wrong by listening to Florence + the Machine}

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To Kill an Obsession

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{Sleep deprived}

I haven’t slept in the past 24 hours now, not that I’m up to any good. That’s my roomie in the picture and that’s¬†either the hand of glory else a chicken foot impersonation.¬†I had utterly done nothing substantial and just called it a dull day. An episode or two of friends, and I was ready to sleep cause well I almost dozed off¬†midway through eating my rice. I made my bed all comfy,¬†closed the kitchen and soaked some beans to be cooked for today’s lunch. Tardy tasks I tell you and midway through shutting my tabs I receive a message from the T-rex regarding the different storylines attributed to the Joker and Batman. It spurred me a bit, as I kept enforcing him to watch else read ‘The Dark Knight Returns’ since he’s begun taking a deeper interest into comic books (Batman specifically) and well I believe if you’re getting into something, you might as well go deep into it (Don’t! Nasty). Continue reading

Love sticks, sweat drips

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I’m missing out on Florence and the Machine performing live at Glastonbury.¬†

Think future generations will question their history as much as we question ours, it took quite a while, but Gay marriage is finally legal in the United States. I don’t live in the States, nor do some of my gay friends, nor am I gay, nor are most of my friends or family, but we’re all still happy, overwhelmed with joy at the freedom. Albeit laughing quite a bit at¬†majority of the nations who can’t see the silliness in not passing the same law. What’s the worst that could happen? (usually something bad happens, but¬†considering the situation,¬†I doubt unicorns and rainbows would be that bad.)

Think the dysfunctional song fits quite well.

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Twiddling thumbs

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“We talked about everything, except the space between us” – Kevin Barry

Remember when Harry was left behind at Hogwarts in his third year whilst everyone in his class started making their way down to Hogsmeade. If you didn’t read the book, the movie does a good job of portraying it. Remember it yet? That sums up the position I’m in at the moment. Whilst my best friends leave, and travel together I’m stuck back here twiddling my thumbs.

This isn’t the first time that it’s happened, as someone pointed out, I have a certain nature of staying back and making sure everyone’s on board. That includes filling out important documents cause the aforementioned best friend has really bad handwriting, had a ton of stuff to do, and filling out vital documents without making a few mistakes is definitely not his thing. Sweet hugs and snapping bra straps definitely made it a whole lot easier, and the fact that it wasn’t really good bye. (Meeting them all again in a few days time, most of them…maybe)

She puts things into perspective. Which is why I love her, and her songs. Think the saddest theme for any sort of love, or just about anything nowadays is “forever and ever” them, which isn’t anything new. Focusing on the ‘now’ and the near future is quite alright. I understand how you can love someone now, and in that moment it feels like you could love them forever, however that’s never really the case. There are times where, as I love to say this, like a NASA mission to an Astronaut, give them SPACE! Space is required, small tiffs and big arguments, even a little brawling is required. Why take my word for it? One night of drinks (wherein I finished just about everyone’s drinks) ended with my advice saving three relationships, comforting the drunk, taking care of the sick one puking in the toilet bowl and then tucking him to sleep. The next day followed with the routine of gratitude, hugs, and the usual speeches of flattery. Then they go¬†on to¬†call me the child in the batch. Complete Morons.As usual, I don’t know. I’ll just go back to twiddling my thumbs.

P.S. – I was asked to write about what’s at the center of a black hole by a fairly thin friend. Think I did a pretty good job at it.

Three Little Pigs!

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In the middle of a debate with the roomie on how Abu Dhabi is way better than Dubai. 

One of the roomies outshone by my brilliant teeth!

One of the roomies outshone by my brilliant teeth!

A tad bit exhausted, I would do anything to get away from working on the final project. Three little pigs suggested I write about the following. Fair warning that you may not comprehend everything, but just go with the flow. Be cool about it. Continue reading