tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62601112009-11-11T11:28:30.723+04:00Bah, humbug.a-hemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04438002931679287676noreply@blogger.comBlogger218125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6260111.post-5149784774003502502009-11-07T21:10:00.000+04:002009-11-07T21:10:58.995+04:00

Sam: You don't like raisins? Joon: Not really. Sam: Why? Joon: They used to be fat and juicy and now they're twisted. They had their lives stolen. Well, they taste sweet, but really they're just humiliated grapes. From Benny & Joon

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...even Google is sometimes guilty of unfortunate ad placement. via Google Reader

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I spend a fair bit of time scouring souq.com. Most of the things I look for are pretty specific: cheap books that I’d like to add to my collection instead of borrow from the library 439872340347 times, lenses for my Nikon D200, a used Wacom tablet being given away for free by a philanthropic graphic designer who wants to renounce materialism (and society) to become a hermit, vintage designer

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While compiling a driving playlist for my iPod, I found this via my last.fm plugin. There's an album of Housework Songs? And why is a rousing Tina Turner anthem on this? And I really don't know where to begin about the chick who's getting her groove on and singing into the vacuum hose. There are just far too many suggestive comments to make, and it would take up the rest of my morning. Still,

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Scene: Sibling and me while watching X-Men Me: So what would you do if I was a mutant? Sibling: I'd probably be insanely jealous and try to kill you to figure out the secret behind your powers. Me: What?! I don't think you'd be a sensitive character, in a movie audience context! Sibling: Hey, don't blame me. I'd be totally excited. I'd cut off the top of your head and then go, "Hmmm... what does

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Disclaimer: This is not a political rant or commentary, despite its appearance. Americans confuse me. They don't want government healthcare. They claim to be a secular nation, yet are largely insistent upon Christian values in almost every sphere of their dealings. They like to wash their oversized and grease heavy portions down with a diet coke. Many cannot point out major countries on a map/

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I’ve started reading Shantaram again. It’s the fourth attempt in the last three years. I quit the last three times because reading it required too much effort for no good reason; it felt like cardio minus the promise of visibly jaw dropping abs.Really, what's the point of exercise if you don't like a bombshell at the end of it? (I'm not even sure if this is simply an analogy anymore...) I

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Awe (n)- \ȯ\ -An overwhelming feeling of wonder or admiration The feeling you experience while perusing images from Lakme Fashion Week and find that a girl who was in your year in high school is showcasing her designs there. Go Shreya!

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First Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson. Now Patrick Swayze and Mary Travers? I think I'll go listen to "Puff the Magic Dragon" on repeat. RIP.

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The first poem probably requires a little explanation. It combines poetry with Greek mythology and a really unique style. For those of you who are unfamiliar with this particular Greek myth (and its many variations) I'll narrate Ovid's version, which is my favorite. Narcissus was a Greek youth of unparalleled beauty. As is often characteristic of pretty boys, he was vain and scornful of those

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I got back from an Iftar hosted by my Alma Mater and the Kanoo Group a couple of hours ago. I’ll be quite honest; I’m usually not very fond of events like this. AUS has had a series of Iftars for its alumni, sponsored by giants like Emirates Aluminum, Dana Gas, Al Habthoor Engineering etc. The general consensus amongst the people who go is that the hours are filled with standard corporate

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via Animals With Light Sabers

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And I pity the deliveryman. via souq.com

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... refurbishing old photographs. It's ridiculously addictive. I'm not quite done with this one but I'm putting it up anyway for the old-times value. Have a looksie, and see if you can recognize the landmark without reading the sign! EDIT: As b0z0 pointed out, it's the old Sharjah International Airport. Here's a closer look at the sign, although it isn't very clear.

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Found via discoballbreakerThere are very few words in the English language that can encompass the entire jumble of things I felt while watching this: the urge to laugh, scream, cover my eyes, gape, obliterate from memory and disseminate amongst EVERYONE I know. Why isn't this a viral video sensation yet? Oh, and I *love* that the lyrics are added as comments for the video. It's extremely helpful.

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It's been an uncharacteristically long summer. Our house turned into a roosting point for a myriad of sick birds, all of whom arrived uninvited but were welcomed with food, water and the occasional paparazzi, clicking away.It started with this guy.This particular myna was dehydrated and exhausted to the point that he just collapsed in the elevator, leading to our floor. Mum took him in, and we

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Song of the Moment:I Could Never Be Your Woman – White TownJust tell me what you've got to say to me,I've been waiting for so long to hear the truth,It comes as no surprise at all you see,So cut the crap and tell me that we're through.Now I know your heart, I know your mind,You don't even know you're being unkind,So much for all your high brow Marxist ways,Just use me up and then you walk

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... a lovely read, nonetheless."The fate that awaits these strange, sleepless beings is not — unlike in the case of the giants who built India — the crowns and sceptres of a grateful nation. We are instead more likely to be enraged. If they must be misguided, we argue, let them do it without discomfiting us,

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Came across this while browsing a certain employment website.Anyone have any idea what the ban on certain nationalities is all about?

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And on some days, you need someone else to give you a reason to smile and remind you that you're good for something, after all:Hemylyn,How are you doing???? And what happened to your Facebook? I cannot find you there anymore?!I got some breaking news. Do you remember that you sent me a job ad in April for J**?! I got an offer last Sunday and resigned from [current workplace] yesterday :-) You are

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Happy birthday, Keith! A message to you from Plink and Pucci:Have a great day!

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Recently, my sister announced that she wanted to learn how to play chess. Although I hadn't played in about 5 years, I managed to shake off some dust and explain the rules. The best way to make sure they're ingrained in your head, of course, is to play a game or three. Despite the fact that I was rusty, I still had enough arsenal in my repertoire to give her 16 year old behindey a good

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Almost all kids love hearing the story of how their parents met. Even if it’s not a thrilling tale that involves storming castle walls or crossing over a bridge of birds (one of my favorite folk tales; do not judge the sappy romantic that hides inside this tough exterior.) I guess it’s the simple idea of fathers and mothers being separate entities that once existed without the other, and the

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