sentence fragment [consider revising]

or it can be... why i dont follow correct grammar religiously.

image dictates impression.

tryin to deconstruct the use of grammar. recast the shape of a sentence to reflect the immediacy of the moment. trim excess foliage and allow the naked thought spotlight. or allow ambiguity to creep over the branches and bear fruit. in your mind.

i've noticed that words can get in the way of ideas. that by the time we decipher the convoluted skeins of thought we often deal with, we've lost touch with our core concept. do we need to add excess verbiage to that mix?

read my ideas. i've tried to express them as i see it in my head. the bloom of color on a blackened gray horizon. i chase after meaning, and the expression of thought.

ps : ugadi subhakankshalu :)

Why drink beer.. the ultimate logic!!!

A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, as we know, kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. That's why you always feel smarter after a few beers.

burp.

If you're ironing for the first time, its not the best idea to start with your favourite shirt. :/

Ouch.. boo hoo!!

There was once this pretty dame
Silpa J was her name
She kinda is a cranky *Beep*
cos she always calls me a creep

And thus once enraged, it came to pass
she fell down and bust her ass
she flipped and flapped and yelled out "FOO!"
cos earth made a hard rendezvous.

I knew it was kinda rude a me
But I laughed so hard,
That I almost forgot to ask
if alright she was.

but gotta admit,
it was funny as hell
Her rear got squished
the way she fell.

You might wonder whats the reason
I tell ya her brain's outta season
She might say All This is CraP
but Honey its just Moi RaP.

peace out. [:P]

Happy b'day Spike

Spike turned a year old today..

i have to confess.. i used to be shit scared of dogs. Probably because when I was a one-year-old, a dog tried to maul me.Once, a neighbor's dog, a huge burly Alsatian came a few inches from what I can only assume to be swallowing me whole. And I was a pretty big baby.
There's no proof that that incident actually occurred and there's a good chance i might just be making all this up.

My dog problems culminated a few years later when I was playing outside my home with my cousin Mike. We'd been out a while and decided to sit for a few minutes. With no warning other than a bunch of barking and a loud collar jangling, a large dog bolted towards my cuz bro. The dog easily knocked him over, no small feat to me considering how large a 12-year-old looked to an eight-year-old me. After defeating the leader of the pack (a two-person pack, but a pack nonetheless), the dog headed straight for me in an attempt to finish the job. I did the only thing I could. I ducked. Did Scotty the doggy bite me? Scratch me?Swallow me?Shoot me with the laser beam attached to his collar?

Worse - it jumped over me, kicking me in the head as it landed.

That's right - I am the only person in the world to have been jumpkicked in the head by a dog.

As I got older and less swallowable, I began realizing my fear of dogs was irrational. I am bigger than most dogs, and thus they should be afraid of me. But it's not Completely irrational. In a fight, a dog has less to lose. You can't reason with a dog. And dogs don't follow the 11th commandment of "thou shall not bite thy opponent in the crotchal area." Nevertheless, I'm now okay with most things of the dog-al persuasion.
My friend chetan helped me with this process, since his err.. bitch Danzy's a total wuss. Now don't get me wrong.. Danzy's an awesome dog and a great dog,but the meanest thing she ever did was chew on our socks.

And then one day there was born Spike.. Danzy's offspring.. now This doggydude is the lean mean tough machine-animal of our neighborhood. Don't get fooled by his innocent what-can-i-possibly-do-to-u look in the pic. that was taken when he was 6 months old and i had doggy biscuits in my hand too. Now He's celebrating his first birthday and he's already started humping his own mom.

Mofoing s.o.b.

Anyways here's wishing Spike a very happy birthday and here's to Danzy and Chetan as well.

Cheers.

Arf arf.

Dont get smart with me.

I was recently told not to get smart with someone. I apologized, and assured her that I was only being smart in comparison.

"Don't get smart with me" is one of the dumbest phrases we use. Well, one of the dumbest phrases People use. I can't say "we" because I don't use it. Making fun of people who say "Don't get smart with me" is the only time I ever say "Don't get smart with me."

What is "don't get smart with me" supposed to mean? Typically, thats used during an argument in response to the other party making a good point. They should say, "Don't you dare bring intelligence into this in order to combat my infinite dumbness!" Or something more their style, like "I jusht only cannot underishtand whaat only yuvar trying to tell!"

The phrase is probably intended to mean, "don't be a smartass." But if the speaker means "don't be a smartass," thats what they should say. When the chick I was arguing with said, "don't get smart with me!" I wanted to tell her I wouldn't have to get smart with her if she weren't so dumb with me in the first place. Then she'd have to say, "there you go, being smart again! We're never going to get anywhere if you keep being smart!"

Its not my fault i was born smart, no?!

Bored

I'm bored.

today me sitting around @ home being bored and doing whatever it is i normally do when i'm not sleeping or eating, chanced upon this brand new box of crayons, so took them upto my room[ i was bored, shut up]. I loved them. But here's my problem.

Too many colours.250 freakin' colours. Who the f needs these many shades of white and who's the brain surgeon who comes up with names for crayons? What the hell is 'pecan' anyway? Isn't that some kinda food? I have one white crayon named 'Snowflake' and another white crayon called 'Igloo'!!
Hey you know what igloos are made of? Snowflakes. Lots and lots of snowflakes. Shitloads of 'em.

Thats not the point of this blog, mind you.

I just had to let that out.

Point is, I'm bored.

People ask why i make no sense.

I say,

I speak from experience.