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votre chérie: December 2005
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I can't remember if I'm the good twin or the evil one. Monday, December 19, 2005. Girls have it better than boys. Girls are pure evil they have all the worst emotions like envy, distrust. So moody - they seem to have PMS all the time. Terrible with machines, engines and electronics. Girls are ready to cry at the drop of a hat. But I beg to differ. Girls definitely are better drivers. Why do you think the insurance rates for a woman driver are lower? And then there are some who think that. What do YOU say?
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votre chérie: November 2005
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I can't remember if I'm the good twin or the evil one. Sunday, November 20, 2005. Here's what I have to do . . . . Flip open a dictionary and point to a word / get word of the day from dictionary.com. Type the word into google images. Pick an image that strikes you. Write a 10 line riff off the image. Use the word or the meaning at least once within the first 5 lines. Tag 3 other bloggers on your list. Ok, so I opened a latin to english dictionary and this is the word I found. They'll discover that I'm s...
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votre chérie: June 2006
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I can't remember if I'm the good twin or the evil one. Thursday, June 15, 2006. My dear readers,. I can’t begin to tell you how much I appreciate all your upbeat comments on my previous post about my orange paintings. Truth be told, you guys inspired me to paint some more and am back to showcase my paintings on my blog to my lovely readers. Senses deform, and spirit forms"*. As told by Braque about Cubism. Posted by chérie at 1:19 PM. 11 comments and wisecracks. This space is an assortment of arbitrary t...
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votre chérie: October 2005
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I can't remember if I'm the good twin or the evil one. Thursday, October 20, 2005. In the meantime, Pooh bear experienced such intense emotions of love at her first sight of him that she nearly passed out. She wondered ‘is this real? When their eyes met, time seemed to stand still. When she looked again into his eyes, she could see through it the love in his heart a lot like what she had in hers. She went on staring into his eyes but was actually talking to his heart. Posted by chérie at 7:38 PM. 12 Smel...
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Underground Aradhana: July 2006
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Monday, July 24, 2006. A Screen is a screen is a.what the heck? Just got back from an electronics store, and my jaw hurts. Yeah, after the drool-behave; impulse-resist; plastic itch-don’t scratch fest, I dragged myself home a tad sad, but not any poorer. O Ganga mayya! The TVs they manufacture now! NoGo on the latter, even ninjas couldn’t get past the man who slept with his eyes, mouth and ears open. So, getting Muked was the only way to cricket in colour. I did try to drop some hints by taking a...Anywa...
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Underground Aradhana: September 2006
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Saturday, September 30, 2006. Inspired by Driftwood's Sestina. I dabbled in some structured writing! Google or wiki Sestina to get an idea of what it isjust so you know how far I’ve wandered from sestining . My choice of "sentencenders" are:. What on earth was I thinking? I guess we’ll never know. Miss you Freud! Aite, read on. Mood lights, soft whisper, tender touch, make a wish. Your breath on my face, your hair in my eyes. Lead me on, turn me on, and lure me into your game. Cut to five years latergeez!
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Underground Aradhana: August 2006
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Monday, August 21, 2006. It’s loud, this hurried hearbeat. It’s different, with no walls. It’s strange, my own street I fail to recognize. It’s scary, these men I’ve never seen on my street. It’s unfamiliar, the look in your eyes. It’s unnerving, when you don’t answer me. It’s blood-curdling, your voice and stance. It’s dark, all of a sudden. It’s warm, when I rest on your bosom. It’s wet, as life flows out of you in a hurry. It’s silent, my last scream. Posted by M3 at 4:35 PM. Links to this post.
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Underground Aradhana: April 2006
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Friday, April 21, 2006. Innovation . Talent . Passion . Fusion . Harmony . Indian Ocean . The Band. It is my belief that way out thereway, way out there, music shares a boundary with magic. There are a few who walk the border, and even fewer who make the border disappear. That’s right, just plain disappear! Read on about four such ‘musigicians’ from the band Indian Ocean. Susmit Sen - Guitar Maestro! He’ll floor you with his talent! Rahul Ram - Bass guitar, Vocals. Asheem Chakravarty - Vocals, Tabla.
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votre chérie: April 2006
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I can't remember if I'm the good twin or the evil one. Friday, April 14, 2006. My take on eugenics. You know how fascinated I have always been with the concept of twins, doppelgangers, dead ringers and how I look forward to meeting my double someday. So for this week’s post I thought I should explore eugenics, cloning and all that jazz. But then again, if that is answered, I say When you are not opposed to selective breeding of animals, why eugenics? It is after all. Self direction of human evolution*.
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votre chérie: March 2006
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I can't remember if I'm the good twin or the evil one. Monday, March 27, 2006. M Kramer walks into the lounge and says What’s up, lounge lizards? The sprawled out bored loungers gaze at this nerdy looking guy with messy hair and worn-down clothes. They answer almost in chorus Not much . Guess what the loungers said to that? Posted by chérie at 12:05 PM. 17 comments and wisecracks. Tuesday, March 21, 2006. Written in the memory of my grandmother 'Radha Obalappa'. Oct 21 1922 - Jan 9 2005. I know I did!