Governments CAN create new LAWS. But churches can't create New SINS!

http://www.latrinalia.org/home.html

What wisdom can be found scribbled on toilet walls? Well we've all seen our fair share of them, inside and out. The level of wisdom does occassionally rise above X Heart Y, or exchanges between geek and bully in moments of quiet contemplaion. The above site, in what serves as yet another example of how educational the web can be, serves to show the many little scribbles of graffiti caught within those most smelly of throne rooms.
It is perhaps even inspiring, perhaps I shall visit public bathrooms more frequently just so that I might glimpse these snippets of wisdom, maybe even add my own. Of course, one should never go anywhere without a pen handy, or a small black marker. But then my few experiences in such realms have left me shattered, afraid. The pub in Camden especially set new standards in toilet hygeine. Urinals for all their fearsome sheen never came quite close to that flowing river, following the wall in a small trench-like shape. How wild. The only request when asking for a seat in a plane is keep it far far away from that most frequented area. But what adventure is without its fair share of peril?

I got spammed! On this, most precious of blogs. Where all are welcome equally, bearers of roses love poems and chronos. A shame then that they never realised pictures don't really qualify for the flowery praise they had showered upon me. I have enough fools for mindless flatery when the need arises, talk freely or not at all. And then I might even click on something that shall inevitably destroy the soul of this poor laptop.

For the security that apartments provide, the variety of smells in each corridor could make any dogs day. Pushing open one heavy wooden fire-proof door to get into a new bend, and the aroma of gravy and roast potato quickly changes to old socks. Apples and worms, fresh bread and mould. So why am I so grateful that there's no real corridor to my own, other than the fact that after a tiring day when a pizza waits, both good gravy and old socks can ruin a most magical moment. Mmmmm-ozerella. ^_^

The cleaners for the now returned grandparental apartment were most evil. One ran off because he was a carpet cleaner! Like, Hell-oh-o. Why didn't you say so? Not to mention the more professional staff that decided dumping a load of old boxes outside the main lift would be a good way to dispose of them. Lucky for me I was all dressed at 11 in the morning when the complaints came in. Heaving boxes into the skippy is a great start to any day! But hey that particular day weren't so bad, finally saw the much famous Rainforest. Great decor, awful music. Sway, sway, sway. Blech.

Collapsing in your own bed in all your clothes and gadgets other than the mighty boots must count as a sleepover, even if it were local. The other was of course more deserving of the word, but it's always good to end a day in bed with my book. Sweet bliss. But a song of ice and fire remains a bringer of much grief, and torn I am now between what is good and what is evil, as in their hearts if they belive they are just and right, how can one dispue it but by the laws of ones own morality?

How wee-eerd

Things that I have accomplished recently are both few and noteworthy, such things as they are. Things such as, finally fixing my blogs timezones. Expanding in the name of all things pretty and futile. Fiddling with blueteeth. Filling in a plethora of job applications. Oh, and finally watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

Life in its ruthlesness means I shall comment on but two. The movie was by far the weirdest little smidgen I've viewed in a long long time, but couple Tim Burton and Roald Dahl and one should expect no less. The Oompa Loompas are perhaps scarier than their orange predecessors. Or is scarier. Who knows. I also admit to no longer being capable of dleivering an unbiased assessment of Depp's performances. The man is a genius. With slight hints of Jim Carrey here, but still a genius. How weird :-D Delightful really ;)

On job apps. I see not the point of applications that take me a good hour, only to be followed by a questionnaire with a preset pass style. Seems my somewhat honest answers did me no good, nor should they have. When creativity comes before commercial awareness, it was a matter of shooting myself in the foots, so to speaketh. But I could never put creativity a measly second. For then what would I be, but a fool repeating from the Book of 1000 jokes.

My brother starts uni soon now, those nasty little A-Lev results out the way as they be. Time for a little heave-ho and settling in new unexplored lands. Tired as I am of what is a wonderful but too ill-suited to myself little town, any adventure no matter how small must beat the same walk down the pleasant high street.

Danny Elfman sang! Eeeek! Oh gods I didn't do that, but it was wonderful! And as an Oompa Loompa no less ^_^

If to take thy lords name in vain is blasphemy, is it better to say oh gods?

Winter is coming

A distorted reality is now a necessity to be free.
Let's talk about life for a while: The conflicts, the craziness, the sound of pretences falling all around.
I do not know the answers to the universe I fear, so drown me cold and find your perfect man dear.

MSN screen names, among so many, with every voice crying out to be heard, putting forth some little snippet of wisdom that struck home. And a rant can stay true only so long as the venom is good, after which it dribbles from the mouth in sickly spludges, and leaves but a hint of the kill. The distaste, the despair, the dismay. That so man are countered by just delight is yet another cruel trick played not by gods but by men. Like so many other tricks, that leave us with a sour taste in our mouth. To thank we have none, none but those as are our brothers, our sisters, our ancestors.

One need not be from beyond the stars to be alien. But the human race, studied from without or within, is like a subject any other. Intriguing and discouraging, exciting and surprising, yet in the end droll. Where men race, for food, for love, for coin. A social animal worse than the beasts it tames. Physically superior, morally inferior. Or perhaps it is the other way around. Or perhaps it's the coin that spins on its side, forever threatening to land one way or the other.

Men, and men of wo, have both in their quests forgotten what they quest for. They live to dream, but of ever thousand dreamers, there is not but one that will. Will, what?

Foul moods that drift in from nowhere, dark clouds of nothingness that can settle upon the soul. Stifling it, so that the body that is whole and hearty can be a constraint. The heat batters the head, the crown hangs limp past the shoulders in dark heavy strands when the clouds beat upon it with their tears.

To stand aloof, above men and their petty worries yet amongst them, as a part of them. The senator from Gladiator, who spoke : "I do not pretend to be a man of the people, but I do try to be a man for the people". We all dream, of the changes we can make, born with the potential. The eye that sees, or is made to see. A world grown smaller, closer. And yet the demons of men haunt us, hold us back with their worries and their bowstrings of gold.

When death is feared, is it truly for it is the unknown? A rollercoaster that cuts through high trees to plunge into the darkness beyond is the unknown. A closed exam paper is the unknown. Both with an idea of what lies beyond. But such is death, and for those that believe there is nothing beyond, perhaps it is to be feared less. And such thoughts can leech from life what makes it worth the trials. The, wossname, tribulations. What fear is there, but what we leave behind incomplete. Such things as make us weak. As does love. As does family. As does honour, a pride. But without such weakness, most the intrigue of man is gone. Most the intrigue, and all the conflict.

Men, and those of wo, so close yet so far apart. Them as are sharp and blunt. And them as see the divisions shimmer and blur, while those with the unpassable chalk line between. All, three, subjects of much thought, but as the venom fades, and the bite is left but of sharp fangs and old blood, perhaps now is not the time.

And oft do I speak where it is not my place. And there where speak I must, I should. That is where the words that should flow as a salve fade into a jest ill-timed. Or fade, period. Into the void that takes what is most needed and turns it into perilous smoke. But the walls have ears, as do the fools. Sometimes, talking to a brick wall, tis not so bad.

Where braver men dare not wander

True geeks know what it is to be the friend who listens. Sensitive, intelligent, beautiful girls come to us for meaningful talk and profound empathy, then go back to their idiot boyfriends for wild, monkey sex.

Probably the most moving thing I've ever read in a game review. Then there was the bit about how so many names in Fantasy literature seem to be made up from the leftovers at Scrabble.

Drinking water immediatly after brushing your teeth is the only way to have a truly invigorating minty experience.

It burnsssssssssss, preciousss.

Speaking in a knightly fashion is most joyous. M'lord, lady.
My date with destiny is not far off, the road to the future shall soon be revealed.

Dungeons and Dragons

"I want to be a dwarf. Wit a giant two-sided Lockaber. Mad killing machine, etc etc"
"You need a name"
"Dopey"
Random scribblings in the computer lab. The dice rolled secretly while Raja drones on about something or the other. Use your imagination. Dice. Paper. Photocopies. Two big fat books.
"Read them"
"Sure"
Like anyone ever did ::)
"I wanna be an elf. And elf prince. With magic. And my parents must be missing, eventually. Great ruler. Unlimited power. The chosen one.... Rayinzar Stormcloud."
The name stuck anyway.

A party of orcs appears over the horizon. The elf, the dwarf and the halfling stand with a giant half-giantish thing with them. Green warriors. The dwarf and the giant move forwards. The elf tries to hide behind one. The halfling...
"I roll to hide under the donkey"
"You can't do that"
"I can, I roll under its saddle"
"Ok, roll"
Rolls. But it's insignificant. Some things are just not meant to be.

The gods don't play dice with the universe. They only throw the dice where you can't see them. Probably from a Pratchett book. The only real mistake was saying anything is possible. Sometimes excessive creativity can cause a lot of mayhem. That, and a general lack of enthusiasm when it takes a hundred dice rolls to kill a giant. But if rolling the dice ever decided fate, seeing how they land was no consolation when the numbers could be manipulated by higher powers.

It's just a far-fetched thought. Comparing D&D to real-life would undoubtedly make for some exciting theses, and probably already has. It would also be the same as comparing life to a bottle floating with the question toe the life, the universe and everything floating across a wide ocean. That too, can be justified. And would be of unparalleled interest. If writing it up could get me a doctorate I'd do it. The maroon fluffy hats were ever so appealing.

I believe now, setting aside the heavily geeky tones of this write-up, that D&D is flawed in its basic design. If played by friends, it causes as much contention as any game, because no game is just a game. And the poor feller in charge must watch a perfectly good plot fade away to nothingness. Yet without the unlimited ability for manipulation present in such a close knit scenario, all the fun is gone. Like all observations, this too is greatly skewed by my own particular approach to all things fantastical.

As the party moves away from the orc onslaught, two giant ogres appear on the top of the hill. One swings a giant club and knocks the elf flat. The gnome lets fly his weapon...
... and proceeds to knock this poor elf on the head. I must say that having blood flowing in the midst of a fight really helped add to the realism. I couldn't believe it was there till lookied in the mirror. For a gnome, Adeel can be quite dangerous.

Off to ze library tomorrow ^_^

Boredom Bites.

"Ever since Hideo Nakata adapted Koji Suzuki's book, Ringu, into a film of the same name, little Japanese girls have been associated less with sugar, spice and everything nice and more with terror, bloodshed, and everything unholy."

Finishing off most of A Game of Thrones in a rapid session left my life in a most despair-filled lull this afternoon. I picked up a PSP in Dubai, but marathon Ridge Racer rounds worked terrible nightmares on my thumbs. Left/Right, X-Toggle, smash smash smash. And then, bookless, and so tired to move I'd have made Homer proud, it was a difficult path to the LT and the general collapse in front of msn, the energy to go so far as surfing websites just a little bit beyond my horizon.
I love to singa about the moona and the juna and the luna!

Of course, when boredom strikes, it works quickly to disable all sorts of energy sources. I killed several convos, and had at least one person go into a strop. Yay, then! Oh dear. I think I'm bored just talking about this now. It sounded better in my head.

It doesn't want to be heard! Horror...

Ray is really a cheerful uppity sort of person. This blog is a lie. His current ambitions are nothing more profound than downloading can you do the can-can and going to a cabaret. Celine Dion and Josh Groban are depressing. They should be shot. They're also amazing. That doesn't change anything.

Boredom also somehow saw me watching Lucky. I've never felt more miserable with myself. So unable to crush my own suffering. For the stop button, was just, so far, away.

commas. a desparate mans best friend. stop.

Gems from the web

Deep Questions :

1 Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are flat?

2 Why do banks charge a fee on "insufficient funds" when they know there is not enough?

3 Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?

4 Why doesn't glue stick to the bottle?

5 Why do they use sterilised needles for death by lethal injection?

6 Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?

7 Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a gun at him?

8 Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?

9 Whose idea was it to put an "S" in the word "lisp"?

10 What is the speed of darkness?

11 Are there specially reserved parking spaces for non-disabled people at The Special Olympics?

12 If you send someone 'Styrofoam', how do you pack it?

13 If the temperature is zero outside today and it's going to be twice as cold tomorrow, how cold will it be?

14 If people evolved from apes, why are there still apes?

15 If it's true that we are here to help others, what are the others doing here?

16 Do married people live longer than single ones or does it only seem longer?

17 If someone with a split personality threatens to commit suicide, is it a hostage situation?

18 Can you cry under water?

19 What level of importance must a person have, before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered?

20 If money doesn't grow on trees then why do banks have branches?

21 Why does a round pizza come in a square box?

22 How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on bigger suitcases?

23 Why is it that people say they "slept like a baby" when babies wake up, like, every two hours?

24 If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing?

25 Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?

26 Why do doctors, when they ask you to strip, leave the room or close the cubicle curtain while you change? ............ they're still going to see you naked anyway.

How you can tell your life is suddenly meaningless

The listed qualifications show only a glimpse of the experience I have collected that allows me to utilise a variety of skills in various real-life scenarios. Having worked in widely different settings, many of them trying volunteer situations with children and those with learning disabilities, I am well-versed in dealing with adversity and providing a fresh invigorating outlook.
To work in the industry, from a position that would allow so much of the rapidly evolving and globalising world to be analysed in detail is inherently appealing to someone with my background. With extensive studies in the manner that business today affects the world, and has been changing it over the years, to be able to immerse myself in its intricate structure and adapt my knowledge to produce real results is inherently appealing. The opportunity at Goldman Sachs, right at the forefront of the business world promises unparalleled exposure and a fresh new challenge around every corner.
Having dedicated myself to the pursuit of circumstances that shall test my potential, there is no other field that would allow me to “hit the ground running” and truly bring out the best in me. I believe that while the breadth of this opportunity is truly attractive for myself, with my own experience and energy, I could be a real asset to the company as well.


:-/

Scribbled Notes

Since I do intend to write up something or the other on my little tirp, though probably from home mark II, this be just a little outline made primarily for myself.

Triumph.
Trans-American.
Police Wala.
Papasallis.
Mint Icecream.
Critters.
Communist Maifesto.
The blue boy.
Flooding.
Pride rock.
Daewoo.
Mountain driving.
Bust silencer.
Munna bhai :$
The lounge-5hrs.
Traffice light counters.
F.R.I.E.N.D.S & Friends.
Arrogant City Driver.
Bloodlust: Subspecies III
Shutting up shop.
Mountain Dew.
Sheet lightning.
Resteraunts.
Stool Pigeon.
Traffic past 12.

Ah and yes my grad pic, to lend a little substance to an otherwise empty entry :)
Oh and I got the most fun emoticons, silly little pleasures ^_^

Bleh they stretched it! Figure it later, oh hey they played Rapture throughout. w00t-ness!

I've been watching your world from afar...

Only just realised how much I like my icon. After using it for almost two years, it's really me. Which is not entirely suprising, but pleasant. In its own way. No apostrophe.

First off, a super-duper BIG thank you to Saady for allowing me to remain mobile throughout phase II of my Lahori quest. I always find it easier to publicly acknowledge people who would take a long time getting around to finding out, mwaha. But yay I got to see the rains and the flooding and hit MOST of my old joints, get high, and in a very very odd fashion, fall somewhere in between back and not. Small little things I'll go into later, or maybe never. But I've had so much chicken on this trip. The whole of it, and probably more for the next 4ish days. Chickeny trip ^)^

In unemployment, I shall go back to writing short stories, yessirree :-D Anyway Stephen King uses some brilliant analogies/metaphors/similies but is such an arrogant author. I'm half-inspired and half disillusioned, but one half is bigger than the other.

Lastly, because I have much reading to do tonight, a customary silly picked stitched together bit of wisdom. Which is actually complete and utter rubbish. Or is it?

Only fools give advice, and only fools take it.
Advice, not instruction, is valuable both to the old and the young.
And those that think they need it not would still do well to take some, now, then, and again.

So many stitches! Ta ta tee tee eff, enn, what a muddle :)

The Boar Talks...

words or music or words or music or words or music or words aur music...
I can see clearly now the rain is gone,
though the haze clears so much more.

Because wrestling can be quite boring, and life away from its usual charms so different, with adaptability stretched to the breaking point, it's there that we learn self-sufficiency and how to fade away into our ownimagination, and face the nightmares, hideous as they are with a sense of adventure.
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