Dirty laundry.

I'm airing yours.

So Mr. Copycat is some 'famous' vasantham central celebrity!
With looks that certainly doesn't kill, a frame that has evidently been overfed with too much dum briyani and a fashion sense that certainly does no justice to the indian superstar, I wonder how anyone can stand or even sit watching him overact on television.

My blood boils.

So i'm gracious enough to leave this creep a subtle [which friends happened to think was rude and I don't know why!] comment stating the obvious. And what does the most intelligent buffoon do? He not only deletes my comment [which by the way is not only indicated by the absence of it but by the fact that "Comment is deleted by the administrator" is clearly written], he goes on to ADD another comment, under MY name, CLAMING that 'I was sorry [which clearly I am not!] for shooting my mouth and that since the issue at hand has been sorted out, which SUPPOSEDLY I, once again, was IMPRESSED by the way he handled it, he is by all means free to carry on with his writing.' (Obviously, these are my words. HE was in no way close to being grammatically perfect which I am not implying I am, just in case you assume otherwise.)

Tell me. What do you make of this?!
The AUDACITY of this brainless, ignorant chap.

Of course, i didn't stop there. I mean how could I? I had to write on.
Seriously is he completely oblivious to the fact that he made a complete cuckold out of himself?
Tarnishing the image of a public figure is supposed to be taboo, but what do I care? Besides he seems willing at aiding the process of sullying his reputation.
I would sue him if I could. And I shall, if I find some way.
Let me work my way around this.

I DEMAND and apology for plagarism AND virtual impersonation.
And until I get it, or this blows over with time and my rage dissipates with it, I SHALL NOT STOP.

This is the bloke's URL. Look for the post titled "Love for life".
Apart from the 1st sentence and the lame 2nd last paragraph that reads from the 2nd sentence, I own every other word. Read the comments if they haven't already been erased or modified. And just so that you know the last paragraph was inspired from a prayer back when I was in CHIJ (an all girls, convent). Unless he castrated himself and landed himself a spot, I sure as hell don't know which enunch would write that.
Knock yourselves out. Who knows you may find your post staring back at you!

http://lovethyself01.blogspot.com/

Disclaimer: Thou shalt not entertain one-dimensional opinions. You are not me. (I would like to add that I am usually not this hot headed.) Go @#*% a spider should you need to back his ass up. And while you're at it shove a fist up yours.

Go in peace.
Right.

Plaguarist alert.

So last night I decided to do some venturing, out in the virtual world of course.
You'd be amazed with the random finds while blog-hopping really.
Sometimes you come across the most interesting reads and at others, a hearty laugh. Some people are blessed with all the wit.
And of course on rare occasions, you chance upon one that leaves you gaping in awe.

Here's why in a bit.

Through multiple connections, I unearthed the biggest shocker. (I make it out to be some archaeological find but it wasn't really, more like chance encounter with resident of loserville.)
Maybe this isn't even worth all this upheaval, butI for one take plaguarism very seriously.
Forgive my incessant rants. Let me move on.

So staring back at me is this site, in the exact layout as mine. Yes we've heard that curiosity killed the cat, but it's no surprise that any human for that matter wouldn't delve further. Seriously I hadn't an inkling as to who this person was and how i got there. But reading the posts brought about an all too familiar feeling. And no, it most certainly wasn't deja vu.
Let's cut to the chase. There was this particular post that i read at least 5 times before it dawned on me; that the words used were mine!

I find out that this guy is some hot shot celebrity or so he claims.
Dude! Where art thou decency?!
First of all you don't pinch someone's words and accredit them as your own. At least have the decorum to quote should you have thought it inspirational or something!And for crying out loud, what happened to improvisation and an attempt at a guise maybe? Changing the title and adding a disclaimer does NOT make it yours and it does very little to hide your lack of originality. What the hell did they teach you in school?! Apparently you were the kind who copied your Math homework and English Comprehension simply cos you didn't know better than to do it YOURSELF.
And please. About your fans encouraging you to write because you excel at it?.. HA! now that's a joke. You're making a mockery out of yourself mister. Makes me wonder if any of the posts were even YOURS to begin with! You don't steal from someone else's cache, which is why you've got your OWN. Evidently you haven't made use of yours. And at that age, with your given status, give your wife something to be proud about would you?

Keel in shame, you're disgusting.

just a thought.

If life were just a dream, I hope I stay awake for all eternity.

Broken spirits.

I have so much to get off my chest.

Why are humans never content with what we have?
Why do we always turn to God in times of 'need'? Yet shift the blame when nothing seems right?
Why do we not look upon ourselves? How is it that we are never in fault and almost always mounting the burden on another?
Yet the first to take credit for a windfall that chanced upon us?
Greed.Pride.Ignorance.

Why do people make promises they cannot keep?
Forge bonds that are so easily broken?
Shirk responsibilities they are accountable for?

Where is all the humanity and what of it is left?

Shed the tears you've once cried, for there isn't enough love in this world to keep the spark of life ignited.

heartstrings.

Because enough is enough.
The hate will suffice, despite it being overrated.

Unlike you.
I don't need an accessory on my arm to complete me. I don't need another to validate my existence.

This saga, is finally O.V.E.R.

skeletons in my closet

I have no gut feelings. Absolutely none. Zilch, nada, naught. I am almost certain it ceases to exist. Can you believe it? Where art thou instincts? Reckon I'm only a girl in name?

'Nuff. Too many questions. And none answered.

So. Few nights ago, I stopped asking anything of God. I mean what's the point right? Seems to me, my prayers have become chants which in turn, anthems I sing almost every other day.
Don't doubt my faith of course. If years of pleas remain ignored, its futile to keep at it. Besides, I deserve it, for my idiocy. Maybe in time HE won't refuse a pittance? HE must have some plan. It's another lesson I tell you. The same in fact.

I hate change. I abhor it. Then again I've never been one, adept to adapting.

I can't distinguish right from wrong. It's frustrating sitting on the fence.
Right now I don't want to lean back for fear of falling, in that stupid rut again.
I can't seem to put my foot forward either. Liabilities petrify me.

Unbeknownst to me, the worst is out there. Or so I think.
How do I embrace the future if I'm terrified of walking its path?

I'm so much more than I give myself credit for. I just need to learn how to walk again.
*slaps forehead*

the bloody narcissist.

It bothers me. How none of my entries have been stimulating or thought invoking.
Just self absorbed.

Then again, I'm not writing to change the world.

So before I digress, let's come back to ME.
[well hey give me some credit for the honesty if not the modesty, or in this case the lack thereof. hur hur.]

Updates.

Yesterday marked the end of my poverty. I am finally debt free. *3 cheers please*
But oh no. I can't go back to being the spendthrift I was though, cos' this aint daddy's money no more.Funny how you really feel the pinch of purchases when the dough rollin' in is from YOUR sweat and toil. But glad I am, for gone are the days when I look longingly at a plate of chicken rice and choke a sob because I'm short of the 20 cents to have that decent meal. Now I can saunter into Hilton and order a cheesecake just cos! *Braggart* Of course there is still the burden of school fees. Now that's the bomb. No seriously, you'd think textbooks were gold plated or something. And bills of course. I wonder which creep said it was fun growing up. Newsflash bum, it's not! I shall be civil and use expletives only under my breath. %#$@$. It's not lady like to be profane no? Right, like I care.
And of course there's this other 'investment' I've banked in on. Now that's my secret. One I'm going to and planning to keep from the world til I have them figure it out themselves. If they ever do. I feel the start of sinister laughter sounding.

But, let's get on.

Moving past is seriously the hardest thing to do. I can't comprehend the works of the heart and mind really. I give up. But if ignorance is bliss then so it shall be, considering how immature that may seem. All advice has not fallen on deaf ears, it just takes time for a stubborn girl like me to do what I have to do because I want to do it and not because I was told to.

Well folks, that's a wrap. Because I fly tomorrow I have to be asunder.
P.S I've come this far, ONLY because I have the most wonderful friends. ALL credit goes to them.