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I have sunk to a new low. My sister's father-in-law had 3 of his arteries severely blocked and had to go into the hospital for emergency surgery. We were all waiting anxiously in the waiting room and then the doctor came out with the good news that he was doing really well (after 4 hours in the operating room). All of us breathed a sigh of relief. We were waiting to see him when his wife's best friend arrived with her husband and his nephew who has moved recently from London. He had a quiet intensity about him that instantly caught my attention. We moved over - him, my sister's bro-in-law and I. And then numéro 2 left to see his dad. It was him and I. He freaked me out. He knew I'd recently bought an iPod but he'd just met me!!! I asked him several times but he kept building the mystery and it freaked me out and intrigued me at the same time. You know how they say that you should always beware of the silent ones. When we were leaving, I wanted to stay in touch so I offered to look into a company discount on iPods for him - knowing full well that it was open to employeed only - and gave him my email address. We said goodbye. Then we went down. We said goodbye again. He turned and started walking away. Then he turned back, came upto me and said "I'll add you to my MSN as well"!!! I'm convinced he *is*, he has to be. Blah, I *have* sunk to a new low. A hospital emergency room of all places?!? =S

Verheiratete Männer und mich...

What's wrong with me?!?
Why am I getting attracted to all these married men all of a sudden?
My dad's friend... he asked me if I remembered him and I was like how could I forget you!?
The sexy man who spoke punjabi... his wife glared at me! But he was sooo sexy... by conventional standards, not really. Why did *I* find him sexy? *scratches head*

What's wrong with me?!?

This statement is false

I apologize to y'all who got offended by that mathematical proof. I was talking to a friend who is minoring in philosophy and he asked me that question. According to him, there are only two resolutions to that proof: either God is not omnipotent, or God has the ability to do that (create a rock He cannot lift or ask a question He cannot answer) but he chooses not to. It is, thus, by exercising the ability to choose that he removes this condition from existence.

A similar statement was once presented to us in a logic class at uni. The professor wrote on the board: "This statement is false." If one uses mathematical logic:

• If this statement is true, then it must be false
• If this statement is false, then it must be true

Haha... I love paradoxes! =D

Once I took the Universe to dinner
When she failed to yield to Earth's demands
"Oh she said you mean that little antfarm
I'm alright dear, I've got other plans"

And we're sad because we think we don't belong here
We're guilty 'cuz we think we should be stars
Floating in a navy soup, we're sailing
There you are, there you are!

Don't envy me, I'm rap's MVP

First Friday of every month, we get down and dirty.
My night.
My music.
My dancefloor.

I'm indecent, I'm shameless, I'm carefree. I flaunt my individuality as if daring others to rebuke me and strike them down if they do. But no, tonight it's chyll. I mean, how can it not be when the night started out with popperz. We smoke and we drink, we dance the night away - ah, the debauchery of youth. Pooka's there and I jump about excitedly and hug Pooka and dance with Pooka and want to pull on Pooka's cheeks 'cuz Pooka's lookin' adooowable! I grind with the one and he puts his hands on my shoulders and I wonder where this is going but the music takes over and I can think of nothing but the sweet rapture the sound waves send to my brain which succumbs entirely and I'm the only one there; everyone else is inconsequential. As my song plays, I close my eyes and my body moves to it and I look up. There are dozens of faces looking at me and there are sparks coming down my way and I'm singing - I'm singing at the top of my lungs. I feel ecstasy, pure ecstasy!