what’s with grabbing me and sticking your tongue inside my mouth?!?!?!?!
Could someone please give men classes on “How to Initiate a Kiss”.
You cannot just GRAB!! I mean its absolutely OK if we share this undeniable animal attraction which makes us tear at each others’ clothes….but its not when I’m the least bit turned on!!!!!
The funny part you ask? The tongue made me gag and made my eyes water……..OUT OF PAIN!!!!
I read somewhere, that you should never trust someone who kisses with their eyes open. OK, so here I’m the one who’s being untrustworthy…but COMMMMAAAWWWNN dude!!! Have you heard of a breathe mint?!?!?!?!?!?!

Am I going to name him…..well, lets just say this was a certain half-Portugese I know from my University….unnnngghhhh!!!

What happens when graphic artists get bored??
Question answered by this video on glumbert.com…..

As a part of the frat, i couldnt put it better how photo manip helps in erasing boredom!!!

Darling Ma,
When the world wakes, I go to sleep. I don’t see the face of the day, because that would compel me to see people—their faces, the jobs that they do. The day would compel me to deal with people, work along with them and face whatever they think, silently, carelessly, of me.
People hurt. But no, I’m not tired of it. Not yet. I will be one day…but I’m not waiting for that day. Doesn’t that make you proud? Your daughter is strong. She knows how to take care of herself. She knows where to go and what to say. But I fumble. And for good reason — I trust people easily. I get judged because I’m vibrant and outgoing. I get stern looks because I do things I’m not supposed to. Why? Did you ever want to do something different? Anything different? Or did you want what you have now? For always.
I don’t know and it’s a pity I’ve never asked you. I will. The day I’m tired of everything. Your answer would give me hope — I hope.
I hate too. But not always. Not everyone. But I grow silent every time someone hurts me — someone I love. Do you do that? Or are you one of those who like to express their feelings? I’ve heard you scream. Is that because you were angry or because you were hurt?
I have sinned too. Please don’t be shocked. Lust is a temptation and I have given in. did you? When you were my age? Did I like it? I think, no. because I was never in love with him. Love is a strong word. I didn’t even like him enough to be near my body, now that I think of it. Do I regret what I did? No. Someday maybe it’ll be a happier moment.
I’ve hurt my enemies. I wonder now what made them my enemies in the first place. Why did I hurt them? Was it necessary to punish them or sho9uld I have left it to God? I don’t know because I have already passed judgment and given them what for.
I love you and Babai. But maybe I love you more. Maybe because you’re a woman. Maybe for what you’ve given up for me and Bhai. Do I know what kind of a woman you are? No. Because I haven’t thought of it. Now I am thinking of it and I don’t like it.
I know you would never be proud of me. Truly. Yes, you can keep saying it, trying to convince yourself. But I know what lies deep down. You wish I was better. I wish that too.
When the world wakes, I sit at my notebook with sleepy eyes trying to write you a letter. The world is only dozing now, eyes barely half-open. Do you think I’m peculiar? Or weird? Or maybe eccentric. I’ve been labeled all that before.
I love you Ma.

Honestly, I had simply no work the other day….so decided to kill time firing up Photoshop…took a picture of my “baccha”…(lt. santosh krishnan, in case ur wonderin) and one of mine and got set out to vectorize em…..this is waht i came up with…not too good,eh?
I know i can do better….gleep!

oh…incidentally..im using my vector for the splash page for the new version of my folio site……

Do you believe in destiny?

Would I see him again tomorrow? Would he maybe look at me and smile…or maybe at least a questioning look?
What happens when my parents choose a groom for me? Would I get married to him without getting to know him? Could I live with him after that?
Would I still hope to have a love affair after I’m married to someone I don’t know?
Would he?
Is it normal to feel like crying when you realize that you don’t have so much control over your destiny as much as you felt like you did?
Experiments with destiny —- have you done it…ever?
Do you have so much faith in yourself or in God?
Do you have the courage to experiment with destiny? What if you lose what you have now and never gain it back? What if your favorite person walks out of your life never to come back, but you don’t know it. Would you wish him luck and love for the rest of his life? Or maybe her life?
Would you happen to meet after years, months, weeks or maybe even days? Would you be able to stay away from him for that long? Would you have enough faith in destiny…that destiny would bring him back to you? What if the separation was voluntary —- knowing that it would be more painful and difficult to stay away than if an external force had kept you away from each other. How would you resist yourself from giving him a call or sending him a message? Would deleting his number from your book or mobile, help? Can you delete him from your life?
What if you learn that he happily leading his life staying away from you?
Would you be able to forgive him? Would you be angry at him in the first place?
Would you be able to forgive yourself for losing him?
I’m afraid.
I want to know what its like to lose control for once. And letting go.
Letting go of everybody around me. But I’m afraid to do so.
What if they don’t return?
Giving wings to every relationship I have….wondering whether their feet would stay rooted to the ground. Or whether they would fly away never to return.
Am I a coward to feel like this? I know I’m insecure and afraid.
Does that make me weak?
If I voluntarily push someone away from me, would that count as letting go?
I know I will never be able to forgive myself if he happens never to return. I’ll die inside… a little everyday.
Would destiny actually be so cruel with me? Experimenting with it would be doing something voluntarily and not under the pressure of circumstances.
Am I strong enough?
I’m doubting my own faith in destiny at a point in my life when I’m ready to take chances. Does that make me a coward? What price would I have to pay for my experiment? Can I afford it at this stage?

Do you believe in destiny?

It took Italians to come up with this one!!!

A winner of the Epica Europe Creative Award….an excellent job…
check out the link…

http://www.epica-awards.org/assets/epica/2004/winners/film/flv/11071.htm

No? Yes?

A substantial 66% of bloggers (and non-bloggers too,probably) voted “no”. No to a code of conduct to be followed by hundred thousand of bloggers all over the world. The issue obviously rose as an answer to the problem of internet vandalism. Where a whopping 100,000 of people sign up to blog on the net everyday, a certain percentage use (or misuse) this medium of expression as a weapon to launch personal attacks on other people. Millions of these blogs form a part of the porn and warez community making it offensive to a certain section of society, many give out false reports, news and facts. The ease of attaining anonymity on the internet makes it easier for people to conduct such corrosive (according to some….) actions. The Code has been proposed by Tim O’Rielly, an internet publisher, and Jimmy Wales, the owner of Wikipedia.

Cool. There goes freedom of expression. Well, did we expect anything else. Why are people afraid of losing control? Why is there such a need of monitoring every action, every soul on the face of this earth? When did we allow this to happen? When did I allow myself to be monitored by someone I don’t even know? Do I want a balding internet administrator reading through my blog and censoring me? Why is it that what I say have to be edited before someone else hears it (or in this matter, read it…)??

Censorship never worked in the past. It doesn’t work today, television and tinsel towns notwithstanding. What makes some people think that it is going to work today?
I can go up to some bitch and scream at her face venting all my anger and frustration on her….what makes a blog any different?? Books, mags, journals and more importantly newspapers launch personal attacks, false facts and improper material every living day. So is this code going to be applied in those cases too? What do they want us to write….fairytales, cricket scores and updates on fashion weeks??

follow up :
global voices india
from quickonlinetips

P.S. :- Anonymous comments welcome….’coz in case I don’t like ‘em, your safe…’coz I wont know who you are……