okie, im alive. Just in case you people thought i died after my graduation. hahaha

holidays in phuket was good. Hectic but good. Anyway, i've got my posting to Hospital Umum Sarawak and yes im looking forward to work there.

a little down with things around me. But as usual my smile is still there. never leave home without it. :)

so i'll keep it short. a little busy here and there. i'll catch up soon so just drop me an email or 2 :)

chal, raab rakha and be happy!

oh yes..Punjabis! Happy Vaisakhi! bruuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaah!
and to the hindus! happy tamil new year
best wishes and lotsa smiles.
god bless

walking back after the ceremony

with dalween

in front of uni

with kinjalk

lost

JOKES OF THE WEEK:

Q) Why did George Bush had the gujju beaten?
A) The gujju told George Bush "You are an IMPOTENT man"

Q) Why won't the gujju jeweler sell anything to the UP ka bhayiya?
A) The bhayiya kept giving gujju a bunch of hair each time the gujju
asked for KESH.

Q) What will a Gujju tell a tomato, coming last in a tomato race?
(in case of one)
A) Tomato KETCHUP.

Q) Why did the gujju go to Rome ?
A) He wanted to listen to POPE music.

Q) Why did the gujju go to London?
A) To see BIG BEHN.

Q) What did the Gujju mean when he said, "Ramesh no dikro STATES ma
gayon" ?
A) Ramesh's son failed in statistics...

Q) Why was the gujju stacking up 1 cent coins on the day before exams ?
A) He wanted to get "cent-par-cent" .

Q) What did the Gujju have in the morning?
A) LIGHT SNAKES for breakfast.

Q) What did the Gujju say to the singing prostitute?
A) You are going from BED To VERSE.

Q) Why did the gujjus take 50 paise when they went to watch "GANDHI"?
A) They read Atten( 8 annas)-bourough in the credits.

Q) Why did the gujju think Gandhi was acted by a woman in "GANDHI"?
A) They read Ben( behn) Kingsley did the acting.
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More pictures! malaysian nite...and diwali get together! well, more to come when i have the time! till then, good nite!

ending of the show...

diwali dinner at priyas place

i know im gonna be killed for this, but i love this picture with anam..i dont know why ( it was supposed to be a model pose..really!)

with kinjalk, the shaved sardar (wanna be :P) hahaha

nachle sitare (dancing stars) i had loads of fun performing the bhangra with you guys!

the latest indian night. went with utra, kinjalk and samir. i dont know if the show was fun, but we 4 surely did have a lot of fun snapping photos! and a note for kinjalk, the backdrop and the tickets that you designed was breathtaking!!!!

Kinjalk swelled with pride with his designed backdrop...aww we're so proud of u! hahah

with abang jay...sweet as always! malaysians in kursk! vote for him!!

With utra, my roomate

with sameer wazir

by kinjalk rai

Ahhh, after a long time im blogging. Well, this entry is just to show people that I’m not dead yet. It’s enthralling that I didn’t blog for so long, I dint even read the comments left here. Well, actually I was so tied up with school, and since my finals are like in 2 weeks, I’m really busy studying and trying to collect all my zachuts ahead of time.

Anyhow, I’m not blogging because I'm frustrated. I’m blogging because I’m so contented with my life right now. Everything’s perfect. All in order. Quiet and nice. And I’m loving every single moment of my life, from school to dinner, from Mondays to Sundays. Perfect

I was sitting and thinking about how my life was all these years. Wicked I must say. I actually stupidly permitted myself to be friends with people who don’t worth even a cent to me into my life. My wonderful handsome life.

I went thru a few peoples profile on friendster today. People who did matter to me once. I noticed pictures in their profiles. Pictures that I took. Pictures where I made them look nice. But my pictures were absent. People who came later in their life were there. But I was absent. And I laughed, because there was once, when I had an account on friendster, I swamped my albums with their photos. Hahaha, absurdity they say has no limits.

I deleted my account because I don’t have time. And I won’t have time. Don’t have the time to entertain messages or friend request.

Past years were hard. Very exhausting. Very testing. But now, it’s totally the opposite. Electrifying yet quiet. I love it. I love waking up every morning and staring at the sun. I love to sit by my window and watch the sunset, with the rays on my face. I love watching the moon playing hide and seek. Beautiful.

I haven’t shed a tear for a long time. I told kinjalk and samir today when they came over for our regular dinner. We went silent for a while. Then 4 of us laughed our heads off to utra and her jokes. Dinner has always been exciting. We update each other on all the horrid stories that happened in class, about patients we met, about busses and fares, about the price of tomatoes and about well, the latest food poisoning from JOM MAKAN MAKAN lol

The simple rule is to ignore those who wouldn’t cry for you. Who wouldn’t stand by your side? Who will walk away when you’re in deep shit.And love those who only matters to you. Care for those who will stand by you no matter what, and would bring out the best in you, not the worst. Who will look at you and say, it’s ok; everything’s going to be alright. I’m blessed with a amazing supportive family, a lovely roommate who doesn’t care if I were to snore so loud or had to wake up in a shock when I scream because of muscle cramps, blessed with wonderful friends who wont be bothered if I had to open my doors in my facial mask and I’m blessed to have a love so true whom soothes my troubles all away and makes my troubles disappear. What else do I need? I’m blessed indeed.

no offence to the non-indians kie!


Please take a moment and read this.
Pretty Deep!
Thumbs up to this Indian man.
Enjoy.
It seems that an article was written to Sister 2 Sister magazine by A Caucasian woman who requested a response from Indian men. I'm so glad She got what she asked for (and more)!!!

She wrote:

Dear Jamie I'm sorry but I would like to challenge some of your Indian male readers.I am a White female who is engaged to a Indian male-good-looking,educated and loving. I just don't understand a lot of Indian female's attitudes about our relationship. My man decided he wanted me because the pickings amongst Indian women were slim to none. As he said they were either too fat, too loud, too mean, too argumentative, too needy,too materialistic or carrying too much excess baggage.Before I became engaged, whenever I went out I was constantly Approached by Indian men, willing to wine and dine me and give me the world.

If Indian women are so up in arms about us being with their men, why don't they look at themselves and make some changes.I am tired of the dirty looks I get and snide remarks when we're out in public. I would like to hear from some Indian men about why we are so appealing and coveted by them.

Bryant Gumbel left his wife of 26 years for one of us. CharlesBarkley, Scottie Pippen, the model Tyson Beckford, Montell Williams, QuincyJones, James Earl Jones, Harry Belafonte, SydneyPoitier, Kofi Anan,Cuba Gooding Jr., Don Cornelius , Berry Gordy, BillyBlanks, WesleySnipes...I could go on and on. But, right now, I'm a little angry and that is Why I wrote this so hurriedly. Don't be mad with us,White women,Because so many of your men want us. Get your acts together and learn from us And we may lead you to treat your men better.

If I'm wrong, Indian men,Let me know.Thanx-Disgusted White Girl, Somewhere in VA!!!!


RESPONSE

Dear Jamie:

I would like to respond to the letter written by A Disgusted WhiteGirl. Let me start by saying that I am a 28-year old Indian man. I Graduated from one of the most prestigious universities in Atlanta , GeorgiaWith a Bachelor of Arts Degree in BusinessManagement. I have a good job at A major corporation and have recently purchased a house. So, I Consider myself to be among the ranks of successful Indian men.I will not use my precious time to slander white people. I just want to set the record straight of why Indian men date white women. Back in the day, one of the biggest reasons why Indian mendated white women was because they were considered easy.

The Indian girls in my neighborhood were raised in strict homes. They were very strict about when they lost their virginity and who they lost it to. Because of our mpatience to wait, brothers would look for someone who would give it up easy without too much hassle. So, they turned to the white girls. Nowadays, in my opinion, a lot of brothers date white women because they are docile and easy to control.

A lot of Indian men, because of insecurities, fears, and overall weaknesses, have become intimidated by the strength of our Indian women. We are afraid that our woman will be more successful than us,make more money than us, drive nicer cars and own bigger houses.Because of this fear, many Indian men look for a more docile woman. Someone We can control.I have talked to numerous Indian men and they continuously comment on howeasy it is to control and walk over their white women.I just want to set the record straight.

I want A Disgusted White Girl to know that not all successful Indian men date white women.Brothers like Ahmad Rashad, Denzel Washington,Michael Jordan,Morris Chestnut, Will Smith, Blair Underwood, Kenneth "Babyface" Edmonds ,Samuel L. Jackson, and Chris Rock all married strongblack/Indian women And, to flip the script, there are numerous whitemen, in and out of the spotlight, who openly or secretly desire Indian women over white women.Ted Danson, Robert DeNiro, and David Bowie to name afew.

I just don'tWant a "Disgusted White girl" to be misinformed, Stop thinking that Because you are white that you are some type of goddess.

Remember, when Indian Egyptian Queens like Hatsepshut and Nitorcriswere ruling Dynasties and armies of men in Egypt , you were over in the caves of Europe eating raw meat and beating each other over the head with clubs.

Read yourhistory!

It was the Indian woman that taught you how to cook and season yourfood.
It was the Indian woman that taught you how to raise your children.
It was Indian women who were breast feeding and raising your babies during slavery.
It is the Indian woman that had to endure watching their fathers,husbands, and children beaten, killed, and thrown in jail.

INDIAN women were born with two strikes against them: being Indian and being a woman. And, through all this, Still TheyRise!

It is becauseof the Indian women's strength, elegance, power, love and beauty that I could never date anyone except my Indian Queen. It is not just the outer beauty that captivates and draws me to them.It is not the fact that they come in all shapes,sizes, colors and shades that I love them. Their inner beauty is what I find most appealing about Indian women.

Their strong spirit,loving and nurturing souls, their integrity, their ability to overcome great obstacles,their willingness to stand for what they believe in,and their determination to succeed and reach their highest potential while enduring greatpain and suffering is why I have fallen in love with Indian women.

I honestly believe that your anger is geared more toward jealousy And envy more so than snotty looks. If this were not so, then why do you continuously go to tanning salons to darken yourskin? If you are so proud to be white, then why don't you just be happy with your paleskin? Why do you continue to inject your lips, hips, and breasts withunnatural and dangerous substances so you can look fuller and more voluptuous?I think that your anger is really a result of you wanting to hav e What the Indian woman has...

BOTTOM LINE:

If I were looking for a docile woman,someone I can Walk over and control, I would give you a call. But,unfortunately, I am looking for a Virtuous Woman. Someone that can be a good wife and mother to my children. Someone who can be my bestfriend and understands my struggles. I am looking for a soul mate. I am looking for a sister and; unfortunately, you do not and CANNOT fit the bill.No offense taken, none given.Signed, Indian RoyaltyWow!! Please pass this on to all the INDIANQUEENS ....and INDIAN KINGS Be proud of your women... ..... Appreciate theirgreatness.......!!!!

tired...really tired...

First I looked around my room, not nice. Then I looked at my bed, broken. Then I saw my curtain, half down. Then I stared at my ceiling, cobwebs. Then I took a lipstick, wrong shade. Then I took my mascara, too much volume. Then I tried the eyeshadow, daring. Then I took the brush, too brittle. Then I threw all one side, all scattered


Then I wore a perfume, too strong. I took escada, too girlish. Then I tried givency, too irresistible. Then I tried pink floyd, perfect.


Then I took my boots, too high. Then I took my shoes, too thin. Then I wore my socks, too small. Then I stared at my feet, too ugly. Then I looked higher, needs waxing. Then I threw all aside, lobby dirty.


Then I washed my face, too harsh. Then I scrubbed my face, too rough. Then I applied toner, felt cool.


Then I jumped to bed, too cozy. Then I closed my eyes, too dark. Then I stared at the ceiling, too bright. Then I switched off the lights, now too sleepy to continue.


Hahahahaha, just so super bored!!!!! and super excited.


Firstly, Egypt tour booked. Time to showoff. 8 days 7 nights on a beach front. Lotsa water, wanna go snorkeling, but I think I’ll still drown lol. Seagull beach resort, that’s the place we gonna stay. Gonna kiss the sun hello and smile at the sunsets.then off to Moscow and then st.petersburg and finally Finland then back to kursk lol


Gonna roll from one end of the beach to the other.


Gonna soak in the pool like a very very parched hippo( and dehydrated)


Gonna sleep now 