Of Sex Education... or the lack of it!

There's a reason why Sex Education needs to be imparted to people of planet Earth. Really.
I haven't laughed like this since this.
Here's hoping the ask-ers of these queries never decide to procreate.
I am almost ready to pray for the same.


P.S- Not being on Facebook gives one way more time than one might imagine. Sigh. I neeeeeeeeeeeeed my life back. waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
P.P.S- The 30 Day Thing bores mee.. Cannot do this everyday. Shall write under it as and when I feel the need to self indulge, self obsess and be answerable about self in any form.
P.P.S- Look how many cool link things I have going on here.

Have a Good Laugh.
Also, it's always a good idea to not have sex queries this weird. Hahahahahahahahahahahaha

Comfortably Numb?

People cut themselves. Voluntarily. To cause pain.

Growing up, I took most of these people to be nothing more than a bunch of slightly ignored people who slip up and cut near-wrist-areas(mostly) only in their pursuit to gain a little bit of attention every once in a while. We've all been there, it's true. We've all had our 'omg-my-life-sucks-and-pain-is-my-only-company' phase. I know I have had mine. But cutting causes pain- a hell lot of it, at that. Would anyone do it only for attention? I think not.

I was talking to my friend about it. He thought it was very funny;

"'she' doesnt care about 'my' felings, therefore i -will take a blade and very cleverly NOT slit my wrists but see blood and feel 'satisfied'-it's funny!"

Is it, really?

For some it may be a gimmick, agreed. But for most it is a medical condition.

They don't cleverly 'not slit' the wrists. The idea is not to die, it's not. It's to feel pain. Almost fatal pain.

It is less scary, more creepy, I think.

What is creepier is that I know people who are/were into it.

A lot of things hurt.

Hurt like hell.

Hurt like fuck!

It pains when things don't work out the way you want.

Doesn't cutting cause more pain, though?

Is the release of the pain through cutting worth it?

Is self destruction the way to go?

I don't judge, I don't,

I get scared though.

Very very very much so.

Day 02 - The meaning behind your blog name.

Blog Name : POINT BLANK.
What it means? Just that. No more, no less.

Whatever is on the blog is what I have thought of, felt, created and put down. Point blank. I don't know big words, my language isn't particularly stylish; It's for no one else but me, only so that when I am old and alone and cranky, I can look back in time via this damn blog and re-live my years of prime :)

That's that. Point Blank.
Yeah. I am disappointing that way...

Day 01 - A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself.

The following are 15 facts,yes.
Interesting? I couldn't care less, really.

1. I have been editing my pictures, lately. I may be complete crap at them but I have never claimed otherwise anyway, so.
2. I eat a lot. At least, I want to. Ya. I don't have an appetite, apparently. Boo! I like cooking, though.
3. I can hug people even if I don;t know them enough. Oh wait! I already do. I like to. Hugging and kissing are my 'things'.
4. I am vertically challenged and I am the only short person I know who is at complete peace with the fact. Really. I think I would just be awkward had I been tall.
5. I love chicken. And when I say love, I mean it with all my heart and more
6. Black should be a religion. I wouldn't be an agnostic then.
7. I need to watch a movie every weekend.
8. I not only want but I need a hell lot of money for sustaining happiness.
9. I am not a nature-lover. Gasp all you want, it's true.
10. I am not into music. Sometimes I want to be, though. I just don't think I get it, you know? Good ol' Bollywood works for me just fine.
11. I have problems accepting if and when I am wrong.
12. I think Facebook should be a tangible person. I swear some major love-making would have happened then.
13. I love smoking. I don't love the fact that I do, though.
14. I want to dance all my life. If I could've, I would've.
15. I want to know/study/watch all about Bollywood. It fascinates me beyond limits.

Oh! It's done. It was so much simpler than I thought. Talking about self comes naturally to me. Sigh.

Good Night.

The 30 Day Thing.

 So now that I'm off Facebook (Yes.I mention it a lot, I know), I have been doing things that I didn't do usually. The 30day project being one of them.
The fact that I love the feeling of celebrity-hood and I like to answer questions most of the time, helps.
Here's the deal :

Day 01 - A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself.

Day 02 - The meaning behind your blog name.

Day 03 - A picture of you and your friends.

Day 04 - A habit that you wish you didn't have?

Day 05 - A picture of somewhere you’ve been to.

Day 06 - A letter to someone who has hurt you.

Day 07 - A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you.

Day 08 - Short term goals for this month and why?

Day 09 - Something you’re proud of in the past few days.

Day 10 - Your favorite superhero and why?

Day 11 - Your zodiac sign and if you think it fits your personality.

Day 12 - Your favorite season and why.

Day 13 - Your views on drugs, alcohol and religion.

Day 14 - A picture of you and your family.

Day 15 - Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play?

Day 16 - Your current relationship, if single discuss how single life is.

Day 17 - Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why?

Day 18 - Plans/dreams/goals you have?

Day 19 - Your earliest memory.

Day 20 - Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future?

Day 21 - Bullet your whole day.

Day 22 - What makes you different from everyone else?

Day 23 - Something you crave for a lot?

Day 24 - A letter to your parents?

Day 25- What I would find in your bag?

Day 26 - What you think about your friends?

Day 27 - What kind of person attracts you?

Day 28 - A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then?

Day 29 - In this past month, what have you learned?

Day 30 - Discuss your first love.

P.S. No, there are no claims of doing this daily, by the way. There are going to be 30 posts, yes, as and when they come along.

Hi5

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Ya.
We were (still are?:O) a bunch of wannabes!

The days when we captioned pictures of ourselves with "moi".
The days when we wrote 'testimonials/profile comments' for each other as though we were marketting each other.
The days when 'no. of profile visits' was the trump card.
The days when albums about every little moment (including a sneeze!) weren't put up.
The days when this and so much more happened.
The days when we were active members of the good old 'Hi5'.

What happens when you pledge to deactivate your Facebook account?
You dig up some old graves and sign in your Hi5 account.
What do you find?
A bunch of lame lame LAME losers who seem to have been using your and your friends' names for some Hi5 accounts! Seriously!
That couldn't be us, for real! Could it? No. They were/are different people. They've got to be.

The ugliness of the pictures back in the day doesn't even begin to crack me up. We were so damn ugly. Each one of us.
Thank the Universe we have grown out of it- looking like that, for starters. Phew!

From the 'About me' to the 'Favourite books/music/movies' la la la it was all multiple levels of wannabe-ness. It is surreal, that page!

Brought back some memories; some nice and fun, some not so.

Amidst all the lameness, one thing that particularly stood out for me:

Back in the day, I was with this guy named Angad. Some good times with him.
Anyway,

Picture of Angad with two of his female friends doing the whole patent Charlie's angels pose on his either side. You know? Back facing back Making guns with your hand.
Caption : "Hii!!My Name Is Charlie...Wud U B My Angel...hehe jst playinn!!"
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My comment below the picture: "im ur angel 4eva...wud u b my charlie? lol.. u luk ammzin!"

Yes. I laughed too.
A lot.
Clearly the '4eva' didn't remain...

Facebook! Come back! I am so much cooler with you. Or so I would like to believe. Sigh.
Wait till I look back at you and blame you for my quirks.

Next up? Orkut, maybe.

Change being the only constant

The more things change, the more they stay the same.
It's true.

The colour black for me, for instance.
There is no getting away. As much as I try and change the background and the layout of my blog and as much fun I try to have with colours and patterns, it all just doesn't seem right. And then there's black that always makes everything fall into place.
Is it only a co incidence that I am wearing a black sweatshirt as I type all of this?
I am a compulsive-black-clothing person. Maybe a little less now. Still I seem to like and buy only black things all the fucking time.

Black is strong, bold, mysterious and all the other things one reads and hears about it all the time; some flattering , some not so.
But there's this one quote that has struck just the right chords with me and epitomizes black as being the colour that says,
'Notice, but do not intrude'.

Maybe someday I pick pink over black..not!
Maybe someday I pick red over black..possibly.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

It's true.

I remember Trishi's birthday party as being one of the best nights ever,yes.

So now that D is leaving for Germany for 6months and we need to make it a night ti remember for her, guess what we'll do?

The same thing that we did on 16-09-10; Trishi's birthday party!

It's almost cute how amidst all the talks and thoughts of growing up and freedom and better choices, we ourselves restrict ourselves to do anything but the ordinary. 

It's the same old routine :

>Guys we don't know as much, that we call them to D's farewell party, have been called to drive us around.

>A RadioCab has been booked

>Dresses decided.

>Stories tallied 

And some more...

Maybe one day we go for a trip to the jungle to celebrate...not!

Maybe one day we go to the zoo just for the kicks..possibly.

Will miss you D :)

If there is one person on the face of the earth that I would want to live as, if not myself, it's you.

Also, Kevin loves me.

And he's marrying me.

What'ya gonna do, huh?

HUH?