Wierd moments in dealing with life
Was just sitting and stressing over my bloody website, when I thought of writing about some stuff very personal to me and worth sharing with my readers. If nothing else, you may just get a hearty laugh out of it.....

You know how, sometimes when wierd moments strike and you are so lost- you dunno what to do. Personally I always get these with people who have so many funny bones in their bloody body that you can't tell when they are joking and when they're serious. I SUCK at tolerating them because personally I'm staid and mean EXACTLY what I say most of the time. Only in writing do I like playing around with words......

I also SUCK at bearing with cheap flirts. "Smart cookies" (Ang, 2006, LT78) who are always on the PROWL..I mean its so damn disgusting. If a girl is fully grown up, stick to calling her by name and NOT BABY/BABE and for Pete's sake...some crappy, come-hither one-liners stink more than an over-used pair of socks that haven't been through the washing machine in ages. The worst is if it comes from a mouth that hasn't been through basics of English diction/grammar.

Actually it even goes with the girls, I have an issue with extremely provocative body language. Girl's who dress like they own ONLY under wear and no other bit of decent clothing. Its even worse when fat girl's dress like that. You should see Qiaolin's classic 'expression of disgust' at such people, "you see the sacks sticking out from everywhere." (Chang, 2006, in the NP library upon spotting a specimen)

Gay-ish guys with a big ass attitude are also a concern. Recently I came across one such 'f***er' when hunting for an interviewee. Bastard, I tell you. Asshole- all you do is set cartons in a bloody craft shop, even that seems to be breaking your backbone and you dare to show me attitude just because I wanted an interview. Gave him a piece of my mind. Even the ugliest woman in Singapore would be prettier than the..whatever.

The last category would have to be mannerless people who lack any semblance of sophistication. They talk loudly (not by NP lib. standards though), scream unnecessarily and are rude without reason. Horrible, thats it.

Qualities like selfishness, being self-absorbed etc are still OK....Human faults which we have to accept, I guess....

Oh....talking about wierdness, I must tell you the one time I got drunk. No! Not from Alcohol, but from Coke! Back in India, we used to have crib-togethers...I dislike the nightlife- at clubs and what nots...but I love a quiet evening out with friends. One such evening got a bit....loud....we were out camping and I was a bit ill...had a sleeping pill...and later dunno how...managed to polish off 1&1/2, 1.5 litre bottles of Coke! That was it....won't describe what followed- embarrassing to death. Just that, after the incident I stopped being a coke fan..

So yah...wierdness and embarrassment (which may result from it) are pretty much a part of life. But what matters is how you take it. Whether you keep sulking about it or move on. Moving on, is as always, the better alternative=)

A world full of contradictions and truth
"Every man has two sides, for without the sides the entire is incomplete"
If you have managed watching an episode of MTV series "MTV Made"; you will realise just how contradictory life can get and just how truthful contradictions can be.

Sometimes we keep shrouding our twin half- that someone within us who is just waiting to get a place in the limelight. You may have a budding writer inside you, a budding artist, musician, a gorgeous person or a capable actor. Its just that we don't experiment with that half.
We're apprehensive about the world not accepting that half of us- a contradiction to our usual self. But personally, I most enjoy it when people present their positive contradictory selves. Like the time, a very staid writer in my school magazine (back in secondary school) presented me with a poem he had written. Or when one of my friends experimented with a totally new haircut and wardrobe....hahahaha.....it was funnily fun...haha.

So well, in a contradiction to my usual self- these days I rather enjoy using Singlish with its gruesome grammar et al, in place of proper English. Mind you- this is only in speech...some words are so damn FUNNEY....or the fact that recently I've managed to use abusive lanuguage- the F word quite a bit, hahahaha. But that ain't exactly impressive, so I rather not talk more.

To finish off, I realised- contradictions aren't that bad afterall ...and sometimes if you break out of ur norm and do something contradictory- just enjoy and leave the outcome for later ;P

A busy world with nameless tags
I'm busy: what with relentlessly pouring assignments, Web D (a seperate entity), extra curricular work and not to forget- replying to miscellaneous visitors to my blog, who take all the trouble of visiting without leaving as much as a decent name, forget a sensible tag. Hey people- if you're visiting my blog, and are desperate to tag- why don't you just leave your proper name? That would definitely not hurt...now would it...coz much as I enjoy reading your 'interesting' comments..I would appreciate them even more if preceeded by a human name...
Thanks
Meghaa

Not technorati

I guess most people who do know me, know that I'm not really 'in' with the techno stuff...definitely not a technorati.

You see, my routes are in a country where using stuff like the computer, MD players, video cameras etc is not really common place. No, I don't hail from a village in Timbaktoo..but really...I didn't even have basic knowledge about techno stuff before stepping into NP. Considering this pre-state...I must mention that I've learnt a GREAT deal since stepping here. Life lessons apart, I've got the hang of stuff like Thumbdrives, locking MD's, mini cassettes and achieved admirable competancy in MS word (smirks):). But yah...other than that you can call me a neophyte in most other stuff....

But taking this into account, I must mention that despite all this I've survived a first year of Graphic design, Web Design, Location Video Production, Radio and am currently into a second year of Web D and radio!

I can currently play around with software, make a basic brochure and yup, do up some crappy logos to save my soul. If that seems passe, currently I'm deep into designing a website that would put my logos to shame! (note, MY logos). There's some other stuff that I CAN DO...if it means saving my life, but yeah...otherwise I wouldn't attempt it.

Now, stressful as this stuff is- I just NEED to learn it. Not because it will save my GPA from crashing worse than the twin towers, but because I'm a firm believer in the notion of learning all that you can. Knowledge, they say is the essence of life and if it means acquiring new and useful skills- why not.

If you think thats a novel and noble approach- I must tell you- its the result of too much mind boggling stress and tension involved in doing my first ever graphic design assignment. I realised that instead of crying about it and procrastinating till the cows come home- I just have to dig deep and start...the rest will follow.

So is it- with my current project-a website I'm attempting to make. Have made a start...hmmm...with the grace of god I'll manage to complete it with a C or something.

Concluding- Technorati- not one bit, but yeah...a student alright.

Moral of the story: when the going gets tough the tough gets going- a good attitude can save the worst of situations....

Mellow Meadows (pls excuse if you find it too abstract or morose- rainy season is not it for summer babies like moi)

I'm a Gemini, characterised by the typical Gemini mood drops and ofcourse the constantly activated grey cells. My mind is never at rest, and so it appears is my soul... that perpetually seeks the rare dose of intellectual stimulation.

So these days I find myself in the mercurial dips. Strangely, for no rhyme and reason, these words from the ever popular English drama- "One tree Hill" resonate in my mind: Solitude is a profound condition of the human heart, for man is the only creature who knows when he is alone (please excuse any discrepancy from the original).

As I lie awake upon my huge kingsize bed at night, staring at the gay lights outside my place, the ever present traffic and the pattering rain drops upon the window- I wonder what is it that causes me this torment.

I feel distanced from the people around me and wish closeness to the ones away: One whom I can never meet and one who is miles away. The only two people outside family whom I love more than myself.

I'm a thin skinned, emotional fool. These two things make a death-ly combo, such that my sensitive sentimentalist always needs balming, spiked by the cold barbs of dawning reality. Sorry Cordelia, much as I try- I think I'll never succeed in becoming the thick skinned person you advised me to be. Such a bane, I tell you...when try as you will, you can never quite "take it easy".

I do know that unless you "take it easy", you can never really succeed. Agreed. But well, I'm not ALL that ambitious. I'm comfortable in life- no hassles with money or grades or friends. Just that my mind is ever wandering.

I find myself in mellow meadows, which nature has beautified with all its bounty. There are lovely sights to see but not a single vibration, such that can meet the soul.
They talk to you but can never quite communicate.

In the midst of LIFE!

Hey readers! This is blogger Meghaa reporting for duty after perfecting a news release assignment for school, reading about a certain Mcluhan and his global village, replying to my ever sweet editor Eva Nastassia (for magazine project) and well basically from the midst of life as a Ngee Ann mass communication student. I won't call myself a mass commer though- fail miserably at meeting the stereotype.

Life at Mass comm is literally MAD, where else can you do all the funny stuff and get grades for it! I know I'll never again sit in for a TV production, act in a movie production or for that matter follow a security guard..my god! I'm alive, doing this (whats-the-word) radio magazine project, thanks to two immensely nice people called Joachim Lai and Eunice Chan:)

Assignments trickle in like rain on a stormy day and you can never seem to get free in the few months of semester. Even though I've managed to get the 3.5+ distinction mark for 2 consecutive semesters and make it to the uhmm Dean's list...I feel that academic merit alone ain't enough. If I pass out with a merit diploma but no life changing experience or a feeling to share with my grandchildren ages down the road...I really haven't got much.

But I realised the best part about mass comm is- you can never get out of it without atleast one such extremely share-worthy experience for gregarious moments. Be it "the good, the bad or the ugly"(Sin Sing, 2006): you always have one....so yeah...might as well get on with it.

Now, with just 2 semesters-including this one, there's not much you can do except go with the stride. IAP/IBP- I guess IAP...but all thats for later...now its back to the...midst of life:)

A poem I had written in 7th grade...

MY SOUL SEEKS
Its dark all around,
the day is to dawn
but I can FEEL the dark all around.
The times are marked by selfishness
no place for emotions
Happiness or sadness.
Creating fear, making me tear
rumblings of corrupt power.
This helplessness, I wish to mouth
But what can I do..
when outnumbered by the thousands of shouts
Left bereft...not even earning
My own butter and bread
My thoughts trapped in the prison of my mind,
the desperation of my soul I cannot bind
My soul seeks peace
but all it gets is a piece
and it cannot fight, lest it gets fleeced.

NO, i was not contemplating suicide:)

I don't reckon myself to be a master story teller, but here's giving it a shot.
*inspired by: "Venus Trines at Midnight" by Linda Goodman and partly by "Anna Karenina" by Tolstoy.

Once in the garden of Eden, a little Gemini girl met a little Aquarius boy. Their hearts- pure and simple, their look- all innocent and their lives- entwined. They spent their days in mirth and merriment. They knew, amidst all the childish banter that this was it....this was perhaps that once in a lifetime feeling...
BUT IT WASN'T
So the little Aquarius boy got lost in the sands of time and the little gemini girl had to wade through herself. She cried and tried to search for him: in alien faces and by gone terrains-but he was not to be found. She was all alone and had to cope....so she did.
Drowning herself in life's daily cares, in making herself a better, more accomplished person. But the doors to her heart were locked up and the key to love was lost forever. The little Aquarius boy took it with him when he lost himself in those sands of time.
Springs went by and girl stopped looking back at the never-to-be found sands of time...time once gone..never comes back..she had learnt this the hard way through.
But even today when her heart feels weak and longs for that innocent banter, she closes her tired eyes and there he is again.
That little Aquarius boy comes back to take her to those innocent days back in the garden of Eden and she tells him from the bottom of her heart: "I love you and will miss you forever and ever."

How's my story?