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GO figure!

Cheers! :)

Uh!

This is something like a "dear diary" post i guess... I haven't found an outlet for my feelings in awhile so this is going to be another random "I-am-here-to-express-my-feelings" kind of post!!

You know when sometimes your just sitting and thoughts suddenly come flooding into your head? I mean its not intentional... It just happens! I was online on orkut, checking my mail and doing the usual shit people online do... And then suddenly, a feeling of nostalgia - I fall back into this pit of the past. A place and time where memories were reality and you had no clue your life would turn out this way...

Now i sit here, thinking of what it was like a year ago, my life - so different, so.... unpredictable. Nothing of what i thought it would be like a year later! People have come, people have gone... Some, surprisingly have managed to stick. Some i look back at, wishing things were different, some i look at, glad they were going away. New people i meet, and they interest me as always. I always manage to find something different about everybody! Some new people manage to remind me of old ones, and yet make me smile. Some make me wonder how long they'll stay.

There are a few people though, i just cannot figure out. Somebody i got to know 3 years ago, somebody who was there for me, for whom i will always be. I don't even remember what he looks like, and yet... one of the best people i have ever known in my life. One day I hope to meet you dear fuzzy li'l pink bunny, and I hope that would be one of the best days of my life. You rock man, Love ya! :)

Then comes the story of my first love... Sigh.. I guess the statement - better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all is true! That one year, i learnt more than any other time in my life! It was definitely worth all the pain of the break up and everything! Still love ya man! I hope you are really happy and do great in all that you do! And oh yeah! I Do really mean that!

Now the rest of my friends - I guess i have mentioned enough number of times how much you guys mean to me! been there for at all the right times, understand me so perfectly at times, and yet get me irritated with the things you guys manage to say! Stoopid bums! -grin- Love you peoples too... You people are great!

Alright... I guess thats as far as my oh-so-personal post goes...! I'll probably look at this a few days later and ask myself what the f**k was wrong with me... But what the hell!! Thats life!

Cheers! :)

What if?

I have a gun and I walk home with it,
I have a gun because she says I have to do it.
Pull the trigger and shoot the male chauvinistic pig she said,
Fight for your rights, let justice be done.
“If I had a gun,” she thought,
And what If? I asked.

I would put a hole into his chest,
I would make him suffer for the way he treats me.
I would show him where his eyes belong,
I would shoot him for his “ridiculous private thoughts.”
I’d shoot that man, who’d comment on my clothes and pat me on my head,
Like that dog he owns.

But don’t your girlfriends do that? I asked,
You like it when they say it,
And they call you their bitch too!
Why shoot the man who comes to you for wisdom?
You know you like to give it.
Shoot that egotistic, discriminating man- that human,
Would I really do it? I wondered.

He thinks you are his dress-up-doll,
His stupid little plaything.
He checks you out up and down,
And treats you like his piece of meat.
You have that gun, girl,
You have that power, she said.

But we like a well-dressed man as well,
The kind that shines and comes out of his shell.
We assess that man with keen eyes,
And then we decide that yes, indeed, our choice was wise.

The gun I have, and maybe the power,
But kill a confused man?
I will not commit that crime.

Anger, frustration, ego, revenge- it is the same everywhere.
She wishes she had a gun,
count your lucky stars, she doesn’t have one.
I will not pull the trigger when I come home,
Treat me with respect, and I’ll give you some.
But remember, I am a woman too,
My reading is different, but my breathing the same.

This is something i wrote for my general english class in response to Gig Ryan's poem, If i had a gun.

Cheers! :)