Hmmmmm

What if my name was Amrota Toot?
I wonder...

Amrita

In Hindu mythology and Buddhist mythology, Amrita is the drink of the Gods, which grants them immortality. The word itself literally means "without death"
In Yogic Philosophy, amrita is a fluid that can flow from the pineal gland down the throat in deep states of meditation. It is considered quite a boon: some yogic texts say that one drop is enough to conquer death. Amrita means immortal soul, one who has drank Amrit (the potion of immortality) It is also a common first name in India and Nepal, as the masculine "Amrit" and the feminine "Amrita."

Toor

Toor, the word "root" spelled backwards, is an alternative superuser account in Unix-like operating systems, particularly BSD and variants.

My Ode to Exams

Arms are weary
Eyes are teary
Brain is functioning for the first time in ages,
soaking sponging page after pages.
A holy tribute to Demand and Supply,
On an equilibrium, do I rely.

Stress spot vs. Vainpot
The eternal battle of the bulge
in cookies I still indulge
The eyebrows, they are so hairy
"Mommy, that girl looks so scary!"

Mon, Wed, Sat, Tues
I can no longer tell
Thank God I bought a Sony and not a Dell.


Safety.

Hello Moto

Heeloooo i'm so bored and I don't want to study anymore!!! I dont care....my first exam is on thursday. Great Wonderful I'm so excited I can hardly wait. Let me share some photo's from my mobile phone. The sexy black V3. I really oughta use it more.

My beloved WallPlanner!!! :) The first thing I put up every year. The blue bits the current term, you can vaguely make out when my exams are by the black marks....last one on the 24th of MAYYYYYay!




Randeep, I have been kind enough to feature you on my blog. Please send the compensation in cheque not cash. I don't even remember when we took this photo to be honest :) but you look like a cutiewoootie

Hahahhahahaha sorry, I just heard a couple of freshies walk by my door.
Freshie No.1: "Are you SeEeRiOuUs?? yaah rraAaiiite."
Freshie No.2: " Like TOtally man!"
(say out loud with Indian accent)

Speaking of which. I think I have fallen in Love with Dino Moria.

Mmm...if he was chocolate, he'd be a triple fudge chocolate chip and vanilla ice cream sundae with nuts.
(Amrit, I'm sorry you had to hear about it like this, but you're still a triple fudge chocolate chip and vanilla ice cream sundae with nuts AND a side serving of KFC :) )

COMPARE AND CONTRAST!!!!

I think Amrit looks like a supermodel in this photo...david copperfield?! and misss pigggggyy :S

!!Fitness OverLoAd!!

Singrish Si Bei Shiok lah

I've noticed lately that the topic of conversation at dinner always veers towards the Singaporean language, or Singlish. (occasionally mistakenly referred to as Singhalese) At first I wasn't sure why, but then I realised we were subconsciously overhearing conversations from the tables around us, and amazingly enough, 90% of them were occupied by Singaporeans!!! More than half of them, I couldn't register. I think it's because it's Easter and only international students are left. Nonetheless I am truly amazed by the sheer magnitude of Singaporean students in London.

Anyways, once again I began to think....

A dialect is a variety of a language used by people from a particular geographic area. The number of speakers, and the area itself, can be of arbitrary size. It follows that a dialect for a larger area can contain plenty of (sub-)dialects, which in turn can contain dialects of yet smaller areas, etc.

A dialect is a complete system of verbal communication (oral or signed but not necessarily written) with its own vocabulary and/or grammar.
The concept of dialects can be distinguished from:—
sociolects, which are a variety of a language spoken by a certain social class,
standard languages, which are standardized for public performance (e.g. written standard),
jargons, which are characterized by differences in vocabulary (or lexicon according to linguist jargon), and
slang.

Ok I know it's an obvious point and that this has been discussed many times before, but I truly forgot how bad the grammar of an average Singaporean is. I remember struggling in my first year in England to refrain from making a fool of myself by lapsing into erroneous Singlish grammatics (?), only to start tripping on words and sounding like a babbling idiot having a mental debate in multiple languages while trying to juggling two oranges and a hockey ball.
Either ways, I found that the level of ability to express oneself and communicate a point was tremendously different. I'd always found it easy to find the right words to describe my mood, or the situation. E.g. "Wah so chialat", and "I'm feeling damn sianz today". But it became noticeably more difficult for me to express myself to those around my in London.

Ok fair enough, I chose not to use the colloquilisms of my homeland in my new surroundings, but that was mainly for the benefit of the Brits who thought I was a jovial (yet odd) character who would sing after every sentence...(la... ) And I was getting increasingly tired of explaining what I meant when I said, "So How?" [imagine the response sounding similar to Tim Allen's famous grunt from Home Improvement...AaUurRgH???]

But I mean, how hard can it be to communicate in English?

Although it is a dialect of English, Singlish may be difficult to understand for a speaker of another dialect of English, such as British English or American English. The main difficulties in understanding are Singlish's unique slang and syntax, which are more pronounced in informal speech.

To be honest, I miss speaking Singlish. Haha Wikipedia has even dedicated a WHOLE bluhdee section to it. I feel so proud.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singlish

Very nice lidat. Can Lor. I'm happy like bird.

I love Subway

Wow, things just keeping happening. Whizzing by, and before I realise it's happened, I've Forgotten it's happened.
Anyways, I spent the day daydreaming about (of all people), Syed, from 'The Apprentice'. Haha such a childish little spoilt brat, but so appealing at the same time. His passion, his drive, his inability to shut up! I'm rooting for him to win!! But I know Ruth will, she's got what it takes. Determination, courage, certainty. And she believes in herself. Too bad she ain't hot...:S
Just FYI, my week got a whole lot better. It's the small things that count with me I realised. The material things unfortunately. A thoughtful letter from Vimal, a sentimental card from Amrit, a random call from NZ relations, and just about five mins ago, another not so random call from the Biringham relations. I love family. Can't wait to go home and see them! :) esp you Vimaloo my spicey Vindaloo.
I had a 1.99 subway sandwich today, Italian BMT.
And I realised there's 181 calories in a packet of Salt and Vinegar potato chips.

But, I'd rather be Happy than Healthy, so screw it. :) I'll think about it when that boat sinks :) haha what a Stupid joke...but i'm laughing :P

I want to talk about how being mainstream should be fashionable. But I'm too tired. However, I Am going to redirect you to the blog of someone I find extremely insightful, articulate, and more obviously, cynical.
http://cynicscentral.blogspot.com/ by Neek (i was initially mistaken oops)

He's a friend of Lynette's and she introduced me to his site. Enjoy, sure as hell alot more 'controversial' than mine.

M.I.L.K

When we're old and grey,

that's how we'll spend the day.

Thank you baby.

Spark

All the colours are crackling, the leaves are alive

With a note from your heart I keep written inside

Frozen air surrounds your eyes

As you speak fountains collide

With a mouth full of stars I trip over my feet

You've blown me away, I can hardly speak

Stolen my silence, scattered my peace

I'm lost in the dark, mislaid my spark

Memories of you fading into the past

To keep you inside freeze your kiss so it lasts

In the shadow of your light

I live my days like they were nights

All the space that you need and the silence you plead

I've thrown them away cause your signs I can't read

Forgotten thrills in the sudden chills

Frozen air surrounds your eyes

Tides

Fuck this, I'm really sad today. I haven't done any work. I've been watching 24 all day long. I've been trying to get in contact with someone I really want to talk to but he's busy 'chilling' in his own world. I'm such a saddo when I'm left to my own devices. I hate being alone, left by myself to think. Once in a while is good, time to clear your mind, but this last year I actually led myself to believe that that was who I was, that was who I needed to be to succeed. I convinced myself that people are expendable and that we need to focus on ourselves to truly be happy. But I find myself slowly losing grip of reality the more time I spend alone. I've been like this so long that I actually began 'dread' the thought of having to allocate time to people because I thought that it'd be time inefficiently spent. But the truth is, the moment I come into contact with anyone, the time passes so quickly because I'm having fun, I'm being me in my element, I'm communicating, speaking listening laughing learning.

This week I met up with some people I truly care about, and each one of them has made me smile. They reminded me that there are people who care for my company, people who would actually make the effort to make me smile. Just because they wanted to.
Thank you.

You reminded me that I've been left on my own for too long. (and the exams sure as hell aren't helping the situation)

I want to be free. I want to let go. I want to move on. Beyond Skin.
I want to find myself.
I want to find that special place.
I want to find that one thing that just makes me smile....(currently, we've decided it's a
double JD coke...and that sure as hell can'tbe a good thing)

Hmm...What the hell is it that I actually want?
1. To be happy
2. To be loved
3. Attention
4. Affection, and loads of it.
5. To be challenged
6. To be comfortable
7. To be excited
8. To be educated
9. To listen and learn
10. To discuss
11. To be treated like the most important thing in the world
12. To be a partner
13. To be a babygirl
14. To be wise
...
15. To be understood by those that matter.

I need to figure out what I want, before I expect other people to show me what I want. This is not a Vickrey Auction, this is Life.

Also, I've just had an epiphany.
You know how women are expected to know how to raise kids when they grow up, without any prior training etc etc. Well we all do have prior training. We have boyfriends. That's when the maternal instinct starts to kick in. Together with the moments of joy, we learn to deal with disappointment, rebellion, coddling, the whole caboodle. Kids i tell you, the whole lot of them.

I'm still really sad. It's one of those lonely days where you want to be with someone who makes you feel safe and warm. But he's not there. He doesn't even know.

Mind

Something to think about,

' aape beej aape hee khavoh,Nanak hukmee aavoh jaavoh'

You harvest and eat what you sowed,

and then as per the divine laws you are subjected to the law of transmigration.

It is what you feed your eternal soul that shall accompany you to the future birth or births by the law of reincarnation.The mortal body will perish here .You shall have good or bad birth(human/animal or lower form of life) and life (with or without suffering) based on the essence of your being that you sowed during the life as a human being. To what level you raise your conciousness in this life is your only passport to good future lives ,unless of course your conciousness becomes so highly evolved that it breaks out of the cycle of reincarnation.
The food for soul is your thoughts ,that builds your character and is the driver of your ACTIONS.
The highest goal for you to achieve, is Thoughts and actions free from LUST, ANGER, GREED, ATTACHMENT, EGO.
If we take little steps towards achieving the lofty goal, I am sure sooner or later we could reach there. If not ,then at least we would be sowing better seeds. Nothing to lose anyway.
The Good Life that we are enjoying in this lifetime is a result of some good seeds sowed in the past. So make your choice, we have the power to better the stakes or flush it down the loo.

Tree

As the nature has seasons ,so does our self-Our inner milleue.

There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away. The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall. When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.
The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted.
The second son said no it was covered with green buds and full of promise.
The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.
The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.
The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree's life. He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season.The essence of who they are and can only be known by the pleasure, joy,and love that comes from that life,can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.

If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall.

Moral lessons: Don't let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest. Don't judge life by one difficult season. Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure to come some time or later.

This is an analogy to my theory that everyone evolves at different stages of their life. What you take as a give today, will grow into something new tomorrow. There is no certainty in any path you take, so just concentrate on the present as much as you do on the goal. When we start judging people, places, things on our preconceptions of them, we fail to realise the potential or beauty that they hold. Again I don't mean this as a general statement, but expect you to use your discretion to realise to what it applies.

Besides that, I'm so uninspired to blog about anything. My life is So Ho ho hoho boring...gym library sleep internet...fullstop. HOW LAH??!? someone give me something to think about, something to ponder, something to discuss, something to explain!

Pleeeese. I'll give you a chocolate.

Yellow Highlighter

Highlight no.1 of my day, getting stuck in the lift! I was petrified because I got in on the 12th floor, expected the bloody thing to starting moving down,but no it jerked and didn't move. I was honestly thinking, oh fuck, I hope I don't plummet to my death today, I haven't finished reading Miceli!! Haha the best bit is I stood there for 3mins pressing the button for every single floor before realising, press the 'emergency' bell button. Doh! Thankfully someone was there to reset the lift...

Highlight no.2, while walking back in from lunch, I was hit by a sudden bout of terrets and exclaimed 'daddy!' (we were talking about fathers) rather loudly...just as everyone went quiet in the lobby of the library building where there were three middle-age to old men behind the counter and some people standing around waiting for the lift. They all stared at me coz I sounded like some prossie who'd encountered her sugar daddy after three years or something...according to Sevi a couple of the security guards looked more excited than surprised. Why did I say daddy, no reason really...just felt like saying it out loud. *malu*

Highlight no.3, I welcome Vimal to the world of blogging!! I'm so excited that you have a blog because you honestly have the most entertaining life...forget glamorous lah..haha :)

Highlight no.4, (the highlight of my life everyday altho he really deserves a good knock on the head once in a while) one Mr. Amritpal Singh. Slowly lah, Stinky, slowly...

Highlight no.5, my Yellow Highlighter! I love it la...no other colour compares...

The pupil in Denial

To elaborate on my last post, I wouldn't want to be the kind of mother who's life revolves around smothering her kids, neither would I want to be the kind of mother who resents her kids for making her quit her job. Hence, find that rich guy, get him to give you a business. That was the key point of the plan...if things go wrong, he'll bail you out, if things go right...wahey! you don't need him anymore...something small init, like a cafe/restaurant/beauty parlour/tution agency/interior decorating...the list could go on...

I'm sure we've all learnt at some stage of our lives, don't ever let yourself be at the mercy of another human being, let alone a man. We've been brought up in a day and age where everyone needs to look out for themselves. No one can afford to be nice, because if you do, then prepared to be taken advantage of. If you take this into account before deciding to be nice, then you're a regular Mother Teresa and I rate you. We see it in uni, we see it at work, we see it everywhere. and to be honest, it's the advice I give people as well. You need to love those around you and be willing to be there for them all the time, but at the same time, you gotta look out for your own interests. The moment you start living your life for someone else, you lose that valuable time that you could've spent making your life better, and in turn making you a happier person, which then reflects on the rest of society. That's why they stress time-management and prioritising. I don't mean be selfish...there's a lot of subtlety involved in the advice I give to people.

My advice for surviving in today's society:

1. Tell people what they want to hear, in a way that still allows you to do what you want.
2. At work, Be liked by everyone, but be noone's friend.
3. Don't be jealous of those who 'suck-up', learn from them and realise that you could get what they get, but by it in a less 'sick' way. Gives you an advantage.
4. Hold tenderly that which you cherish.
5. There's no harm in telling white lies, but only if you are certain it is for the greater good and are aware of the consequences.
6. Have faith in yourself and your abilities, because no one knows you the way you do.
7. But on the flipside, Always be open to criticism.
8. And the point I stress the most, be Adaptable. People may call you fake, may say she's a hypocrite, behaving one way with some people and another with others, but So What...they're just jealous of a skill that is so hard to attain. A skill that allows you to be comfortable in your skin, but not stereotyped into one 'genre' of people. Flexibility gives you that opportunity to learn.

As human beings we are forever learning. Too quickly we like to label ourselves (we always complain that others give us labels, but we're guilty of it too) We need to feel that we belong to something, to feel secure. One of my pet peeves (even though I KNOW I'm guilty of it too) is when people are not open to trying new things, or to trying to appreciate something before they judge it. Example, I Hate brinjals yuck...but i couldn't remember how they tasted yet I still wouldn't have any. So one day someone served me a dish and it was divine, when I later asked what it was, she said...Brinjals! I nearly had a heart attack, but later thought, wow, I was really missing out one something good by being picky and petty.

Again, I'm not saying that we aren't allowed to have our likes and dislikes, what I am saying is that decisions we've made about htings and people when we were younger, do not necessarily still hold now. Every so often, you gotta expose yourself to new and old things again to realised if you're still the same person. We grow and evolve everyday. So do our thoughts, our preferences our goals etc....and the only way we can truly learn how to appreciate life and the people around us is by being open to learning about each and everyone of their different ways. Of Accepting that it's easier to hate than to love something, so why not face up to the challenge and learn to love more...
ok i think i'm yabbling (amrit's new word)...but this is an interesting concept I shall expand on later...