Be a Panda.

I’ve always wondered, you know, why do people think that their race is superior/inferior to other races. Who put white people on top, and blacks, sorry, African Americans, at the bottom? At this age and time? And where do brown people like me go then? This isn’t the 1900’s people, what your skin colour is shouldn’t define what you are, and who you are.

Which brings me to this.

 I’ve come here today to honor the memory of Kriss Donald, a Scottish fifteen year old kid, who was a victim of racism crime. And I know it isn’t fair to talk about a specific case when I’m going against the racism issue as a whole, but this is a story that really got to me. And I mean, we got to start somewhere. This is my start.

You can find the detailed story of the murder of Kriss Donald here

For those who don’t have the time, here’s his sad story in short. Kriss, was a fifteen year old Scottish boy. One night, in 2004, he was kidnapped by a group of Pakistani men, who tortured and finally murdered him, on the same night. His torture included being beat up several times, stabbed a lot of times, had his eyes poked out, and finally set to fire and left to die..
What was he guilty of? Being white?..

What really interested me in this case is that this is the first time I have heard of a White person being the victim. (am I still being racist? God this is hard). Not that I’m trying to put the blame on White people, the same way that not ALL Black, AGAIN, sorry, African American, or Middle Eastern people are murderers. There are just some people who lack humanity. They don’t deserve to even be classified, or acknowledged(and yet here I am), or to live. But then, who am I to judge who deserves to live and who doesn’t?

Back to the topic.
So this is Kriss’ story. Which really affected me. I guess I just wanted to share this with someone because I feel like I owe it to him, I owe it to him to let other people know of this horrible crime, of his sad fate, of his cruel and undeserved death.
I want him to know, wherever he is, that he is not forgotten, that he will live forever in our memories.

RIP Kriss Donald.
1988-infinity.
You are loved and remembered.

P.S. this is posted through my phone, so forgive me for all grammatical errors.

Yours truly
xoxo
sillyme

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Pick-up lines.

What is a pick-up line?

pick-up line or chat-up line is a conversation opener with the intent of engaging an unfamiliar person for romance, or dating. Overt and sometimes humorous displays of romantic interest, pick-up lines advertise the wit of their speakers to their target listeners.

Off late, I’ve been a real Twitterholic. I spend most of my times tweeting my brain out and rambling away, checking up on my fav celebs and also all these funny pages with the not-always-funny jokes.

I’ve come across this! A twitter page for pick-up lines. Link included so if you’re on Twitter, you can check this page out.

Now. This made me wonder, do pick-up lines actually work? If I was at a local bar, and a guy was to walk up to me and use a line, like, for example, 

“Hey, did it hurt when you fell from the sky? Cause you must be an angel”,  or,

 “Smoking is hazardous to health, and baby…you’re killing me”, I wouldn’t fall for that, no matter how many tequila shots I had!

There are some really stupid pick-up lines, and there are some witty ones as well, but I know for sure that they wouldn’t work on me.

Have you ever had an experience with pick up lines? Did you use them, or were they used on you? How did it go?

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XOXO

sillyme.

What it takes to be a man.

I came across this picture sometime back. It was so well put, so brilliant. Couldn’t have said it better myself. Really moved me.

 

 

 

 

This goes with the recent rape cases that happened in my country. India.

When it happened the first time with a 23 year old, the public and the media tried to pin it on the girl, tried to make it her fault.

-“The girl was out late at night!”

-“The girl was so provocatively dressed.”

-“She wasn’t careful about where she was going.”

 

None of these are even close to  excuses to treat a lady that way and do something like that to a human being who’s not even capable of defending themselves, someone probably half your size. What if the same thing had happened to their mothers, or sisters, or even daughters maybe, would they have been okay with people blaming it on their relative/friend? NO.

 

Nothing changes. None of the protests, none of the candle marches, none of the action by the campaigns worked, I’m sad to say.

But what excuse did they have when they raped the 5 year old girl? To keep her captive in a room, with two men who took turns in raping her and inserting CANDLES into her genitals? A FIVE YEAR OLD CHILD.

Was she too provocatively dressed? Did she seduce you?  Did she lure you in, are YOU the victim here? Humanity has really got nothing more to lose, we’re at the bottom of a sunken ship.

Men think they’re the superior sex gives them a right to do whatever they please with a woman? They think a woman’s body is made for their pleasure and satisfaction?

I’m sad to say that the capital of my country had faced more than 300 cases of rape in the since Jan’13.

I’m sad to say that men, men who we’re supposed to count on to protect us, are the ones hurting women.

 

I’m not trying, by any means, to generalize this to all men, I’m just highlighting an issue. Not all men are demons, like not all women are saints. But humanity should exist in all of us, so should limits. There are men, and then there are animals. Yes, this sort of behavior is not human, it’s animal like.

                     A man is defined not by the inches in his pants, but the inches in his head.

Masks.

I had a question in my exam today. It said.

                                                                                    Why do mirrors show the truth? Share your views

In my opinion, we’re all born with masks, but the problem is we’re not always happy with the masks we were born with, we want something more, to be something else, something bigger, better..to be someone else.

So we embrace these new masks, these new personalities we’ve attained, trying to be someone we’re not. Why? To impress someone? To be more accepted by society? We end up pleasing everyone. Except ourselves.

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But when you’re back home, when you’re all alone, you look at yourself in the mirror, and the mask comes off, and you’re left with the hard ugly truth. You can try to fool whoever you want, but can you fool yourself? No.

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The mirror, it show’s us what we are, what we’re hiding from. Nothing more, nothing less. And maybe it’s this truth that scares us. That after all you do, and all the people you please, you’re really all alone in the end. With no one left for you. Everyone has their life, their problems, and once you’re alone you’re on your own. It’s depressing. It’s scary, but it is what it is.

I wake up every morning, and I look in the mirror. I see a frustrated young woman, unhappy with so many things. But who really cares? So I put on my mask, hoping no one can see through it, but also secretly hoping that someone can, and maybe help me..

People are not mirrors. They see you completely different than the way you see yourself.

XOXO

Sillyme.

Am I to blame?

People get into relationships to feel happy, to feel less lonely, to feel loved. To finally have that someone who they can share their happiness, their joy, their ideas, and just their life with.  These people who claim to love us, are our sort of comfort, a kind of escape from the rest of the World. Someone we can be ourselves with. Someone we can be at ease with.

I met a guy, a couple of months back. We started of as friends, and it developed into something more, I really liked him, and became sort of attached. You know the usual routine, we started hanging out alone a lot, movies, late night conversations, etc etc. And it felt right, you know? I felt happy. Until some of our friends came to know.. we panicked, we made a quick decision to tell people we were in a relationship. At first it was weird, because this was my first open relationship, the first relationship people knew about. But eventually, I got used to it, and things were getting better for us.

I realized, with time, that although I really like him, we’re very different people. We always fight, sometimes we have nothing to talk about. He doesn’t try to understand me, he has come up with some sort of explanation of the sort of person I am, and he sticks to it, thinking that he’s right. Thinking he has me all figured out. 

He feels really insecure, he get’s annoyed whenever I get a little too friendly with a guy. Which in turn annoys me as I have more guy friends than girlfriends.

I love this guy, and I try to make him happy. And I wish he could make me happy too..

I know everything about this guy, I know everything he likes and everything he hates, I know how much he hates swimming and how he loves milkshakes from that cafe across the street. I can order his food for him. I met his entire family, even though families creep me out. I know his favourite colours, and that he likes stripey shirts. I know big things, and I know little things, like even though he tries to act tough, he cried at his sister’s wedding. And I think that’s like fuck adorable.

But I call him up a couple of days ago, and I’m left shocked and heart-broken at the fact that he doesn’t remember when my birthday is..

That’s when I realised that there’s no future with him. I can try to make it work all I want, but in the end he’s gonna make me feel like I’m the one who’s wrong in this relationship. I try and I try, but I’m left lost and alone. This is not what a person does when he claims to love you more than words can explain. Haha..

 

I guess I’m just tired of trying to fix something that’s hopeless. 

 

XOXO,

Sillyme.

Mumbling, mumbling.

Its been a while, yes. But I’m back, for now. My college life is growing on me. Leaving me sort of dead tired and exhausted from the excessive work, but still, growing on me.

I’m in a random mood, and have a lot stuffed up on my little head, just waiting to burst out.

Which brings me to this.

PERFECTIONISM.
Why do people want to be perfect?

I’ve met a lot of people in my life and I’ve come across a few perfectionists.
Their life revolves around the idea of being the best and doing everything right. The way they eat, the way they dress, the way they talk, bla bla blu blu.
Most of the time I notice them obsessing over the tiniest things, that may seem insignificant to the normal human, but to them, it’s a nag they need to set straight.
I was always amused by them. I even tried it once, I admit, haha. It wasn’t fun, let me tell you. While the idea may seem rational, it’ll drive you insane. Perfect things may be pretty, but it takes a lot out of you, and makes you see the world from a different point of view. It consumes you.

Me? I like it when I put an effort to make things right, but let it possess me? No way.
I like to let loose and let things have their way, and not be in charge of everything in my life, cause where’s the fun in that? Makes life seem dull, predictable, and boring.

So yeah, i don’t know what the point of this was, really, but something i had to get off my mind. And its off. I’m done here.

P.S. Picture isn’t relevant to post, but hey this is random, and I did take it. And it is quite nice, if I must say so myself. Heheteehee.

Until next time.
XOXO
Sillyme.

Makes you wonder..

You live with your family, in the same house, under the same roof, for 18 years, more or less. You think you know them well enough, you think you have a close relationship.. 

But everyone has skeletons in their closets, sometimes even the people who share their closets with you..

I recently came to know about what’s happening in my family members life. It hit me! Hard! Imagine, living with the same person for so long and thinking you know them better than most people do. And then you find out that you’re just like a stranger to them, just like anyone else on the streets. Unaware of what’s happening in their lives.