Tiny Buddha, Simple Wisdom for Life's Hard Questions
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Writer's Remedy
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Olliegraphic Mini Pocket Mirror
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Ipod Nano
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John Lennon - People for Peace Poster
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Bob Dylan Poster
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CoExist Poster
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Rosie the Riveter - We Can Do It Poster
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Dragonflight Poster
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Inner Peace Poster
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Snooz Eye Mask
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Explosm - Green Sleazy Plush
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Cylinder Vase
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Digital Photo Frame
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Personalized Collage Frame
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Metal Family Tree Sculpture
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Laptop Vintage Case
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The YOU Code
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Jewellery Holder
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Moments : Diary 2012
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Camera
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When I die, I don’t want to look like a tribute to Lakme’ or Botox. I don’t want my body to rot against some silicone implants. I don’t want a fake complexion with my face completely covered under layers of foundation and makeup. I want people to look at me and see the life I have lived. The scars that show the pain that I have endured. The wrinkles that creases in between them, witness to the years that I have lived. 

Oh yes, and I want big visible laugh wrinkles…I absolutely love seeing old people who have laugh wrinkles…It feels like it’s a tribute to all those happy years that they had enjoyed. Maybe, I won’t eat olives and rub milk and egg yolk all over my face. Maybe, I’ll even have dark circles from all those all-nighters I pulled in college. Maybe, those childhood bruises on my knees will never go away. Maybe, those scars from the horrifying acne-filled adolescent years are going to show on my face forever. And maybe my age will in the end, get the best of me….but I don’t mind. I love the fact that I still have a bruise on the sole of my feet from when I was 12. And I love the way I can look at my body and not just see Ponds on my face, Maybelline on my eyes and Lakme’ on my fingernails. Maybe I’m not going to be on the next Top Model show...but I love the way I look…and I love the way I keep changing with age and with life. I may not turn a lot of heads, but I am happy with their heads turned away. 

I am what I am. I am healthy. I eat well. And I live my life well. And for me, that’s good enough. And that is what I want to take to my grave, not a man-made sculpture filled with chemicals, all for the satisfaction of onlookers. 

A small boy is handed grenades in Iraq, while a girl barely reaching puberty is forced out of her clothes in Calcutta. A baby is secretly sold and a boy forced to dance in women’s clothing for money in Afghanistan. A girl is lost in Mexico and found the next day with a cut in her abdomen; a kidney missing. Do you still want me to continue?

I could show you statistics.

Death toll world wide of children killed in armed conflict within the decade: 2,000,000

Children injured or disabled in armed conflict at the same time period: 6,000,000

Do they deserve to suffer in your battles?

Children subjected to child abuse each year: 40,000,000

Third leading cause of death in adolescents around the world: Suicide

Society has brought mockery towards children to such an extent that the childhood of most is lost before it could even begin. Child rape, harassment, bullying, trafficking, labor, torture…the list is terrifying and the length of it is shocking.

How sick does your mind have to want to break a child’s innocence? How sick do you have to be to turn away from it and pretend it does not concern you? Is there really much of a difference when both the actions result in the same end result; the death of a childhood? Do you really want to be that person who looks at the abused but does not see their pain? Hears their cries but doesn’t listen to the agony?

You could blame it on anger issues. You could say it’s the way it is; the way it has always been done. You could justify it by saying that it was well-deserved. You could scream that it was not their responsibility. But you would all be wrong. Yes it has been that way for centuries… In ancient Rome, fathers had the authority to sell, kill, maim, sacrifice or otherwise do with a child as he saw fit. Sexual abuse within the family has always existed, in spite of a universal taboo. From Biblical literature, to the Inca, to the Egyptians, virtually all types of incest are described. And in England and the Americas, during industrialization, children were placed in apprenticeships, workhouses, orphanages, placement mills, factories, farms, and mines. In England, 5-year-olds worked 16-hour days in factories while shackled in chains. They were often whipped to get them to work harder. But just because it has been that way, doesn't mean it’s the right way.

It’s time to mend our ways. To defend the defenseless. To create a safe haven for our future generation. Perhaps the situation is not as drastic in Maldives. But the way we are heading…it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know we are in for a lot of trouble. Take a look at Male’ and you’ll see my point in a second. Girls of 12 in dresses that cover nothing, giving it all away in a cheap hotel. Little boys acting like thugs and shoving knifes into each other…just for fun. We could say it’s just the way they are…if it was just one child loosing their way. But when you see the same thing happening with every adolescent that walks the streets of Male’, you have to question. Who is it that needs to be blamed? The parents that never had the time to teach their children proper etiquette and manners because they were too busy making enough money to barely survive? The authorities that show no mercy to the kids that roam the streets and thus create hatred in kids’ hearts towards the ones that are supposed to be protecting them? Or the government for the lack of facilities and laws that provide haven for them?

You still think you are doing the right thing? You still think it’s the way it should be? Are your actions really justified?

(artwork taken from cyanide and happiness)

 The beauty of Spring so luscious
The waters that run through so clear
The vines that twine in through us
Oh Dear God, don’t you fear?
Where has the world gone…?

Cold and awake I dream of you
Of moments of joy invincible by truth
Seethed in my heart, stored in my head
I never envisioned a better regret
Oh Dear Love, don’t you know?
Where had it gone wrong…?

Through tangles of webs and ashes with dust…
We rose together in one final thrust
Do you realize that what was, is gone?
Do you know it was never born?
Oh Dear Child, don’t you know?
Where has the innocence gone…?

Creep through the shadows

Lie alone in the shades
I fear nothing but what fear allows
For everything changes and the day fades
Oh Dear Sun, don’t you know?
Where in the world have the nights gone?

Was procrastinating, playing around in Picnik...and realized I havn't really stayed true to my promise to blog more often...so I made this! its a collaboration of a photo I took a month ago and a really amusing quote i found in a book a couple of days back :)

I know I'm cheating...but with assignments, tutorials and real life drama...i really have my hands full..

So this is me...fulfilling my promise by jumping through a loophole in hope of writing something constructive after my Autumn term ends.. :)

Any views or comments on the subject at hand (refer to blog title) are welcome. :P

i come here today to find everything has changed...blogspot has gotten so much better....im so in love with the new layouts and designs..! xD im gonna change it every week! :)

and so much spam in the comments sections of some of my posts as well...i shud figure out a way to filter them out.. >.<

anyways, this is just a lil note here...to say im back...and will be posting a lot more often....im thinking of posting some things that i have been studyin about as well....just to get a bit of diversity into this emo, dear-diary-ish, whiny blog of mine.. :P

I miss waking up to you shouting out that its getting late for school, and yet having to eat a whole breakfast before i can get out of the house..

I miss that delicious taste any food has when its cooked by you...and the weird way that i can figure out whether it was you who made it...

I miss the fact that i can hug you any time i want and you would hug me back even though im sweaty/kuni moona/soaking wet...

I miss the fact that you came to my house every single day for tiutions...and would so annoyingly wake me up from my beauty sleep...and be all perky...(wow, you are annoyin >.<)..but you also let me cancel a whole lotta those classes so we could go somewhere else or just hangout...

I miss that i could just call you up and go shopping without a cent in my wallet, and still be pretty damn satisfied...

I miss the three of us hanging out together, goin to lilies...i miss the red candle nights..the burn-the-stuff-your-ex-gave nights...and the crazy way we act when we get together...

I miss complaining about boyfriends and bitching about exes with you guys...

I miss the gossip and the dumb talks...and the weird way in which ppl keep confusing the both of us...and i miss zig zagging with you...

I miss how we totally bitch at each other and still hug like we are sisters at the end of the day...

I miss being your hubby/wrockstar..

I miss having a wifey...

and Im pretty sure grey misses chang..or the other way around...

I miss annoying you at class(and vice cersa!)..and making you cut classes...and your weird ideas..

I miss how we got each other soo well...and we could be dark and gloomy together

I miss the three of us havin fun in the student room...and all the dumb and weird stuff we talked about..i miss coke and crapppy chocolate...and bitching about moonis (no offence to you dear)

I miss mig-ing you...and i miss your soo lovable hugs...and i mss the beautifully unique way you look at the world...i miss how you are so bouncy and serene all at the same time..and all that strong faith you had..

I miss how you walked me home...with the weirdest of reasons...and made us take the longer route

I miss the midnight walks...I miss being able to say anything..any possible thing and knowing you are not going to hold it against me...

I miss roadhamas...

I miss the weirdo games we played...expecially upside down dart thingy..!

I miss knowing that i could go out at the hottest hour of the day and still have someone right next to me to walk with...

I miss ice cream after school...and the black jokes...

I miss the cup...

I miss random sms's at the middle of the night for no partcular reason...

I miss going to the shows with everybody

I do not miss the curfews... >.<

I miss our nerubathi...

I miss the guy me...I miss how we agreed on pretty much everything...I miss you being an annoying know-it-all awesome person :P

I miss my emergency transport and food partner.. :P I miss you calling up to get enmen together...and 'kameh raavan hingaaba' :P

I miss girly shoppin sprees!...

I miss being on the phone 18/7

I miss how much we effected each other...and how much i trusted you...i miss taking care of you in every possible way i could...

I miss that i could call you up anytime and you would hear me out...thank you for being the stronger one...

I miss you saying the cutest of things at the exact right time...even though you are completely clueless...

I miss you waking up in the middle of the night and climbing into my bed to sleep next to me...

I miss the way you talk..and smile..and your stupid lil tantrums...

I miss your tiny lil hugs...i can't believe im not there to see you grow up...

I miss you gettin bored and coming to my room to talk for no particular reason..

I miss gettin pissed at you for no particular reason (sorry man.. :P)

I miss our photo sessions and talks...i miss hearing about your day and answering awkward questions.. :P

I miss movie nights...and the time when mum left and we had to survive without food

I miss you helping me out of crappy situations...and beng so motherly with me..

I miss you coming to my room just to talk...and sometimes bringing a boduberu from your boyfriend with ya :p

I miss how you always sided with me..and how you always knew the right stuff to say...and i didn't (but i tried to ) you are the closest i have to a sister...(i can't believe you are coming here..yay!)

I miss going to villingilli...i miss the sleepovers..

I miss going to seahouse just to eat the blueberry cheesecake

I miss how the waiter there knows us and has a crush on you :P

I miss goin to the raalhugandu and just stare out at the ocean...

I miss you picking me up wherever i am...no questions asked...

I miss fizzes...and french vanilla coffee...

I miss getting high on coffee and sugar

I miss creeping out of the house at night just for a goodnight kiss...

I miss lying down and looking at the stars...

I miss sending random sms's in the middle of the night...

I miss having mig33 when the internet connection is lost...

I miss being called pink...

I miss the long sms's that sent tingles down my spine...

I miss beng able to trust people with what they say...

I miss unda jehun

I miss going to bed excited about the plans for tomorrow...

I miss talking and actually having a person understand what the fuck im saying...

I miss all the hugs i got...

I miss people dropping me off at home..

I miss how my place always ends up being the gathering point for everybody...

I miss playing sports i didn't know...and having huge bruises everywhere...

I miss how you can talk about poop and fart and still sound cool..

I miss baywatch cafe'...and 'fulhi kendun'

I miss how my mum never let us stay in my room with my door locked..but she's cool with everybody else..

I miss our 'study sessions'

I miss break times after study sessions

I miss walking back home...or runnng back home mostly..

I miss planning for prom night, and other huge events..that the islamic ministry forbids..

I miss cutting class and going to jumhoori maidhan or sultan park or the souvenior shops or wherever we pleased...

I miss going to your place and eating chocolate cake after class...

I miss your grandmother's garden on the terrace of your house...

I miss sharing clothes...

I miss the fulhi-bombs...the 'key' fghts..and all the other trouble you all would get into all the time...

I miss the chocolate fudge from fizzes that you would always buy for me...

I miss girl-watching :P

I miss olive garden!

I miss going to marble to see the ships and the moon...

I miss the weird things we did for money...lorry rides...pineapple balls..

I miss you all so much...

and I really am starting to hate these damn *hug*s...