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Los – Rammstein

Posted by Dips on February 28, 2008

One of their soft songs…. The acoustic guitar performance by Richard Z Kruspe is fantastic….
The end is the loudest part…. the middle is crazee.. haha..

Wir waren namenlos
Und ohne Lieder
Recht wortlos
Waren wir nie wieder
Etwas sanglos
Sind wir immer noch
Dafür nicht klanglos
Man hört uns doch
Nach einem Windstoß
Ging ein Sturm los
Einfach beispiellos
Es wurde Zeit
Los

Sie waren sprachlos
So sehr schockiert
Und sehr ratlos
Was war passiert
Etwas fassungslos
Und garantiert
Verständnislos
Das wird zensiert
Sie sagten grundlos
Schade um die Noten
So schamlos
Das gehört verboten
Es ist geistlos
Was sie da probieren
So geschmacklos
Wie sie musizieren
Ist es hoffnungslos
Sinnlos
Hilflos
Sie sind gottlos

Wir waren namenlos
Wir haben einen Namen
Waren wortlos
Die Worte kamen
Etwas sanglos
Sind wir immer noch
Dafür nicht klanglos
Das hört man doch
Wir sind nicht fehlerlos
Nur etwas haltlos
Ihr werdet lautlos
Uns nie los

Wir waren los

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The Sklar Brothers

Posted by Dips on February 28, 2008

These two guys are damn funny….. just watch the video to see why I say so….

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Mitch Hedberg one liners

Posted by Dips on February 27, 2008

Just watched the show and found the script – May rest be upon his soul. Wat a talent! My personal fav one in is italics! Have fun!


“I haven’t slept for ten days, because that would be too long.”
 


“I wish I could play little league now. I’d be way better than before.”
 


“I would imagine if you understood Morse Code, a tap dancer would drive you crazy.”
 


“And then at the end of the letter i like to write P.S.- This is what part of the  alphabet would look like if Q and R were eliminated.”
 


“The depressing thing about tennis is that no matter how much I play, I’ll never be as good as a wall. I played a wall once. They’re relentless.
 


“When someone hands you a flyer, it’s like they’re saying here you throw this away.”
 


“I got my hair highlighted, because I felt some strands were more important than others.”
 


“I hate turkeys. If you stand in the meat section at the grocery store long enough, you start to get mad a turkeys. There’s turkey ham, turkey bologna, turkey pastromi. Some one needs to tell the turkey, man, just be yourself.”
 


“I lke refried beans. I wanna try fried beans, because maybe they’re just as good and we’re just wasting time.”
 


“This product that was on TV was available for four easy payments of $19.95. I would like a product that was available for three easy payments and one complicated payment. We can’t tell you which payment it is, but one of these payments is going to be hard.”
 


“I was going to get  my teeth whitened, but I said screw that, I’ll just get a tan instead.”
 


“I was at this casino minding my own business and this guy came up to me and said your gonna have to move you’re blocking a fire exit. As if there were a fire, I wasn’t gonna run. If you are flammable and have legs you are never blocking a fire exit.”
 


“I’m sick of following my dreams. I’m just going to ask them where they’re going and hook up with them later.”
 


“An escalator can never break. It can only become stairs. You would never seen an Escalator temporarily out of order sign, just Escalator temporarily stairs. Sorry for the convenience.”
 


“I went to the park and saw a kid flying a kite. The kid was really excited. I don’t know why, that’s what they’re supposed to do. Now if he had a chair on the other end of that string, I would have been impressed.”
 


“One time a guy handed me a picture of himself and he said. “Here’s a picture of me when I was younger.” Every picture of you is when you were younger. Here’s a picture of me when I’m older. How’d you pull that off? Let me see that camera.”
 


“Alcoholism, is a disease, but it’s the only disease that you can get yelled at for having. Dammit Otto, your an alcoholic. Dammit Otto, you have Lupis. One of those two doesn’t sound right.”
 


“I was walking by a drycleaner at 3a.m. and there was a sign that said Sorry, we’re closed. You don’t have to be sorry. It’s 3a.m. and your a drycleaner. It would be ridiculous for me to expect you to be open. I’m not gonna come by at 10 and say, hey I was here at 3a.m and you guys were closed. Someone owes me an apology.”
 


“I brought a donut and the guy gave me a receipt for the donut. I don’t need a receipt for the donut, I give you the money, you give me the donut, end of transaction. We do not need to bring ink and paper into this. I can not imagine the scenario where I would have to prove that I brought a donut. Some skeptical friend.  Don’t even act like I didn’t get that donut. I got the documentation right here.”
 

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UROP

Posted by Dips on February 27, 2008

After toiling for many months in the lab, I finally thought I had results that were worth all that was going on in the background, weeks of failure, the arguments, the going home late, the daily low morale, the stress-relieving runs, the skipping lunches, the meeting people later and later, the weekends burnt, the not having time for myself when I wanted to and what not… The list can go on forever and ever. 

As it turns out, there are still loads to be done before I can get something concrete out of my project when I thought I was in high spirits for my presentation today. Besides being a sick and a stress wreck in the morning and panicking all through the presentation as fate would have it, I need to redo almost all my experiments again that I’ve done in the past holidays to get a better batch of results.

Sheesh…I know myself to have the tenacity and patience to do what is needed properly but I don’t know if I have the tenacity to hang on to it with people moving on with other things like VIP and what not. I want to travel, trek and do stuff that I’ve always wanted to do but like someone told me, it’s not the time to play now. I never regret having sleepless nights trying to understand and memorize the protocols and the procedures because they became second nature to me but to re-live the times – alone. This is another thing altogether. I’m already more alone (in a certain sense) and this is going to make it worse. Or is it that I’m seeing a bleak future. Or is it that I just fear the feeling of nostalgia.

Maybe it’s a bit of everything. I want to get out the cycle of shitty feeling. Maybe when you share something in your life so important to you, you relate things that are totally unrelated. That screws you up when things don’t work out. I will never forget how I felt doing my report. I procrastinated to do the report till the point I had to rush through it over 36 sleepless hours to blast through the whole thing. I don’t really know whether I did justice to the time I spent on it but everyone says it’s good. How good? I don’t know. Now it doesn’t matter. Or does it?

On one hand I fear the feeling and on the other, I do not want to let the project go because I’ve spent so much of myself over it emotionally, psychologically, time-wise and even physically.People say research life is a lonely one. I can see why… because you sacrifice everything for it. I want to rant…. again.

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The Wall

Posted by Dips on February 26, 2008

 A wall stands steadfast between us dividing the city in two. He’s on the west and me on the east. My city is at a state of emergency because emigrations are rampant away from home – East Berlin. I do not understand why people want to flee. Maybe it’s just me who thinks life is good the way it is unlike the rest of Soviet held Berlin. Or maybe I’m happy that I am someone among the mass of people – Grenzpolizei. 

I take a quick short peek at him perched at the other side on four storey building near the wall. He’s unaware that I lurk him from the roof of a three storey house. We’re both soldiers in our own right. The difference is in the choice – he chooses to be one and I’m chosen to be one. He’s proud to be an un-uniformed one and I’m instilled with pride to be a uniformed one. 

I grow more confident of my position as the night falls. Maybe I can get rid of him once and for all. I’ve personally been overlooking his action for almost a year – he’s been evading the eyes, ears and the alarms and traps of the death strip to smuggle East Berliners to the West side of the city – a mortal crime. It was too much of a hassle to catch him in the act and in my mind the punishment was something I had decided to mete out to him myself. I was unsure whether it was my instinct or intent to kill that driving me to madness. 

I lifted my Kalashnikov and took a steady aim. With my finger resting lightly on the trigger, I try to take a steady aim. It’s unnerving how different it is to aim at a shadow of a person on the live range and a real person less than two hundred meters across. The rejuvenating feeling of killing an unsuspecting person who you don’t even know is way past a feeling you can ever get from hitting a willing target on a range. I steady my hands preparing for the moment of truth pressing lightly on the trigger. It moves a fraction of an inch and stops. Anymore, the hammer will fall speeding the bullet to the target. I line up the scope to his head. One shot must result in one kill. No more.  

I feel a piercing pain in my right arm quickly followed by a sharp zipping sound. I let out a muffled shriek as my gun drops instinctively. I see blood all over the floor rushing out of my arm but I don’t feel a thing for a few moments. The rush of adrenaline seizes and a shocking realization sets in. I feel the sharp sizzle of pain in my hand as it aches like a thousand devils screeching inside my head. I let out a muffled scream as I claw the wall with my bare fingers to assume the pain into myself silently. I’m shot by the very person I was trying to shoot. The suppressor – marvel of mankind; a bane to me. I hear the click of the reload as I curl myself in pain and shock.  

I wait for a few minutes which feel like eons before making any move. I lie on the floor as I remove a small packet of crystalline powder – they told me it was a lifesaver, morphine. A single shot in and nothing out got out. All I could see was my bone and a shiny piece of slug in a bloodbath. The bullet still lodged in can poison my blood. So I was taught to remove the bullet out first before putting the magic powder but I was not ready to do it yet. To choose: pain or poison? I choose poison. I’m not ready to face anymore pain for now. I clench my teeth as I nurse my wound with the magic powder and a white bandage which soon turns red. The bleeding momentarily stops as I slump into sleep. 

I wake with a jolt grabbing my weapon with my right hand. I immediately let it go overwhelmed in pain. I try to peep across the wall again. Deadly silence. I quickly duck half expecting something to zip past me again. Nothing. I look at my watch – half past three. Maybe he’s asleep or maybe he’s gone. The realization that surely he can’t be in the building is nothing more than a little more comforting. I feel a strange numbness in my hand as I look at it; it feels as if it were not there to begin with. Maybe it’s the poison playing its part in my blood. I let it be for now. There are more important matters to settle. 

I take off my helmet wearily. Brush my hand against my nearly hairless head. It feels so much more comfortable with short hair when the helmet sits perfectly on it. But I need it for something else. I need to devise a novel use for it. I scout around the roof searching for a twig or branch or anything that’s strong enough to wear my helmet. I wriggle in excruciating pain towards it and retrieve it back to my post. I put my helmet over the stick and spin the helmet a few rounds. Perfect. The stick is strong. I won’t need it for long. Just for a few seconds; as a distortion, a distraction. Something to help me get away from the god-forsaken roof I’ve been stuck and suffering for the past night. 

I don the helmet over the stick with my back pressed hard again the wall. I let out a short painful yelp as I use my right hand to lift up the helmet tip just above the level of the roof. Still nothing. I push my luck a little further by moving it further to the right slowly. I hear a zip as I quickly pull the stick down. He still lurks right where he is because he knows I’m not done yet. I’m not done yet but soon it’ll be over.  

Him or me? I decide it now. I turn around facing the wall. This time I’ve learnt from my mistake. I place the muzzle on the roof wall and play the same game again. My left index finger presses lightly against the trigger till I feel the silent click the hammer is ready to fall again. My right hand moves my prop to the right slowly as ever to ensure he has the best shot with a blindfold. He makes his move and I make mine. A loud band resounds all over the colony as I feel the bullet zip past through my helmet breaking the twig into two. I hear a light slump followed by a muted thud a hundred or so meters away. It’s over. I feel is no sense of achievement in this, no sense of accomplishment. Just a sense of numbness. I lean against the wall and yet another time, doze off – out of pain and weariness. 

Two good hours must have passed because I can see the first rays of sunlight overhead. I wake up with the feeling of an exhilarating pain. At least now I can look for a way to ease the pain, look for the field medic to dress my wound after removing the slug that has been slowly poisoning me through the night. But for some reason, my mind is not at peace. I can’t explain what I did next but I wanted to do it anyway. Maybe it is just a sense of understanding of the inner war inside you get when you see your enemy’s dead face. You realize the eternal truth – he would have killed you if you wouldn’t want to kill him. 

I slowly walk over to the forbidden side of Berlin. As a member of the Grenzpolizei, I am glad I have some exclusive rights to cross over to the other side for the purposes of ‘inspections’. I take my time to get there. There is no need to rush to the body. It’s not going anywhere soon and there is no danger since I have more Grenzpolizei to oversee my safety against some other erratic gunman. I waddle my way in excruciating pain to get there. I don’t seem feel the urge to cure the pain in comparison to the curiosity of my victim. I finally reach the lifeless body of the un-uniformed soldier and give him a ceremonial salute before confiscating his weapon. I crouch down to turn the body over to reveal the face my nemesis of that night.  

I reel back in horror as see my brother’s face.

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Ich bin sehr krank

Posted by Dips on February 25, 2008

I’ve been bedridden the whole day. Been physically and psychologically weak to get up and moving.

Hmmm… which brings me to the point that I’ve always made it a point to walk around the house and do some stuff or the other to keep myself from lying in bed all day feeling sicker and sicker but today for the first time in many years (for as long as I can remember), I’ve been lying in bed and stayed there refusing to get up.

Why? I don’t wanna admit it… Maybe the reason is…. ah… nvm… I think I know it. It’s at the back of my mind and I don’t want to admit it.

Gotta blog about bike to bite when I’m less sick…. maybe in a couple of days. Before I forget. 

Tomorrow I’ve gotta get up and get moving. I must get moving. Work needs to be done. My UROP presentation is on Wednesday and gotta finish my politics paper by the week, besides catching up with Physio after the horrid test.

National Vertical Marathon looms at the end of the week….

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Oh Mahiya

Posted by Dips on February 24, 2008

Been looking for the song for a long time… finally found it… From Dus Kahaniyaan

Tere bina dil nahi lagta
Tere bina dil nahi lagta

hooo tere bina , tere bina
O mahiya yeh dil mein tu x 3

mahiyaaaaaaaa

Aagaya dil mera dil ki baaton mein x 2
Kho gaya surmai raaton mein
Chun liye sabnami lamhe aankhon mein
Tab chali zindagi saason mein
Koi vada na tha kuch irada na tha
Dil mein tu aagaya jane kaise

[O mahiya yeh dil mein tu x 3

mahiyaaaaaaaa ] x 2

Dil kehna nahi mane
Sunta nahi hai
Zid pe isko apni kaisa yakeen hai
Band ankhon se bhi harpal
Dekhon tumhi ko
Khul jaye jo nazare paye tujehi ko
u my fanstasy
u my extacy
i’m the one for u
u’re the one for me

just love me close
never let me go

ma ma maa hiya

[O mahiya yeh dil mein tu x 3

mahiyaaaaaaaa] x 2

Tum neendon mein bhi jago
Phir aake khwaabon mein
Chun lo sare arman leke baahon mein
Tum dil mein jab se aaye
kuch yun sama hai
har pal mehkha mehka dil ka jahan hai

u my fanstasy
u my extacy
i’m the one for u
u’re the one for me

just love me close
never let me go

ma mamaahiya

[O mahiya yeh dil mein tu x 3

mahiyaaaaaaaa] x 2

woh oo wow wow

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The Queen’S-inglish

Posted by Dips on February 24, 2008

Something I got from Geok! It’s hilarious!

Use Singlish. It’s so much cheaper, shorter, faster. Why do we insist on
using the Queen’s English, when Singlish is so much more economical and
effective? Compare and see!

When going shopping…
Britons : I’m sorry, Sir, but we don’t seem to have the sweater you want in your size, but if you give me a moment, I can call the other outlets for you.
S’poreans: No Stock!

When returning a call…
Britons : Hello, this is Mr Bean. Did anyone page for me a few moments ago?
S’poreans: Hello, who page?

When someone is in the way…
Britons : Excuse me, I’d like to get by. Would you please make way?
S’poreans: Siamlai! or Siam, hor! or Skius!

When someone offers to pay…
Britons : Hey, put your wallet away, this drink is on me.
S’poreans: no need lah.

When asking for permission…
Britons : Excuse me, but do you think it would be possible for me to enter through this door?
S’poreans: (while pointing at door) Can pass or Not?

When asking to be excused…
Britons : If you would excuse me for a moment, I have to go to the gents/ladies. Please carry on without me, it would only take a moment.
S’poreans: Go toilet. Buay tahan ahh…..

When entertaining…
Britons : Please make yourself right at home.
S’poreans: Don’t shy shy lah…

When doubting someone…
Britons : I don’t recall you giving me the money.
S’poreans: Got meh?

When deciding on a plan of action…
Britons : What do you propose we do now that the movie’s sold out & all the restaurants are closed?
S’poreans: So how?

When disagreeing on a topic of discussion…
Britons : Err. Tom, I have to stop you there. I understand where you’re coming from, but I really have to disagree with what you said about the policy.
S’poreans: Talk cock lah you!

When asking someone to lower their voice…
Britons : Excuse me, but could you please lower your voice, I’m trying to
concentrate over here.
S’poreans: Eh, tiam leh!

When asking someone if he/she knows you…
Britons : Excuse me, but I noticed you staring at me for some time. Do I know you?
S’poreans: See what see?

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Emigrate

Posted by Dips on February 22, 2008

Just when I got addicted to Oomph! guess what I found…. Emigrate – another band formed by Richard Z. Kruspe (besides Rammstein)

Here’s the title song of their album Emigrate.

Time to hit this into my mobile phone for running! Damn good stuff!!!

Eagle flies across a flag
Bureaucracy is such a drag
Behold a pale horse tonight
The men in black are out of sight
She comes
He comes
We come
She comes
Across the oceans in my mind
Across the skies I left behind
A land of opportunity
A land to fill my destiny
Emigrate
I’ve been alone a long, long time
So what, I take what should be mine
I’ve searched the sea of empty eyes
And severed all my family ties
A mercenary feeds my soul
A plastic world, no getting old
A monkey wears the age-old crown
The other monkeys getting down
She comes
He comes
We come
She comes
Welcome
Emigrate
Walk through fear
Leave you, dear
Never wanted to create a tear
Walk through fear
If you dare
Emigrate

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What is my vision…

Posted by Dips on February 20, 2008

“…they were my motivation, my yellow jersey. The yellow jersey is the garment worn by the leader of the Tour de France to distingush him from the rest of the field” - Lance Armstrong.

For one more… just one is NEVER going to be enough! NEVER.

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And as for now……

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What is my vision?

Posted by Dips on February 20, 2008

Something I read on a random website….. 

You obviously want to run a marathon.

But wouldn’t it be great to know how to run a marathon the easy way? Without all the trial and error? And without wasting your valuable time?

Here’s a tip to get you started:

Most people who want to run a marathon fail.

Why?

Because they lack the motivation to push themselves through to the end.

Well imagine what it would be like to put your motivation on autopilot?

Here’s how:

1) Sit down in a quiet place with your feet placed firmly on the ground.

2) Close your eyes and become aware of your breath

3) Consciously relax your muscles and let all of your thoughts leave your mind

4) Let your conscious mind ask yourself the question `What is my vision?’, `What is my vision?’, `What is my vision?’ until a vision of what you want to achieve from your marathon becomes clear to you.

5) Stay with your vision and just allow it to be in your consciousness

6) Open your eyes when you feel the time is right

The more times you get into this state and focus on your marathon goal, the easier it will be for you to push through when your motivation drops. The reason for this is that if you imagine in your mind that you have completed a marathon, then your brain subconsciously acts to find ways to bring it into your reality. This is where your motivation will continue to stem from, almost seemingly like it is running on autopilot.

In the end you won’t have to `try’ to run a marathon because finishing a marathon will be a part of who you are because your mind `knows’ it has already run a marathon.

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Points Of Authority

Posted by Dips on February 19, 2008

I need not say a thing…

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Livestrong

Posted by Dips on February 18, 2008

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