I thought I might add in my 2 cents worth to the whole debate of penal law 377A, seeing how the fate of our civilized nation is going to be severely affected in tomorrow's outcome, whatever it may be.

My dad thinks that while gays have the freedom to choose how to live their lives, they cannot impose their views on others or expect others to acknowledge them. Isn't this equivalent to saying that being gay is wrong, but that okay...you can continue to live like that as long as you do it in private. In any case, do the rest of us have the rights to impose our views on others, or attempt to homogenize national beliefs? Do you really believe that the social and moral fabric of society will collapse overnight if gay rights are approved? These things are unstable and changeable constructs anyway.

Ok, for the sake of a few more weeks or months of lively communal debating and bitching, I might like to see the repeal of the law. Although the truth is...I don't know. It doesn't necessarily concern or affect me in any way. But think about it: how would you react if your child or sibling were gay? It would probably be unacceptable. Because in the shallow depths of our minds, we are all very prejudiced and brainwashed people. Perhaps that's the main issue at hand.

Monologue

Self is not fixed; world is ever changing. Self remains stagnant in constructed definitions; world appears to be changing but is it really so? Exist in polarities. No good or bad; maybe one moment I feel like having just plain prata, the next I might want to eat it with sugar. Write love letters on coffee stained napkins, smudged over tear marks. People have too many opinions over things, anything; like a never ending roll of toilet paper. Space delineated, need to dissolve boundaries. Do you really imagine the sea to be endless and unfenced? The sky is its borders, the sky its impenetrable wall.

Go away.

What?

Let me be.

In that lethal mood where everyone who gets in my way, I feel like thrashing. The ones who can accomplish the things I can’t, and the ones who fail in every aspect. We can only complain till the point when guilt sets in. The guilt that we can read and write and eat and live.

Nothing. There is no focus and definitely no need for specificity. We talk in circles, anyway.

Sometimes the persistent growls of the stomach sound like a continuous succession of farts. Solution is to stare angrily at the person sitting next to you...but if the class is so small and quiet, then it's obvious where the sounds are coming from! Bad stomach.

Ahh so good to meet up with berd. She's still so cute and funny.

News! I'm going to join a (mini) triathlon!

Rebellion (lies)

So many possibilities to choose from, roads to take. What makes it harder are the numerous options raised by others - take honors, do postgrad abroad, work, try this and that...nobody will ever know which is the best one. I have only one singular aim, but so easily diverted, distracted and confounded with reality. Well, it is stupid to harp on and on without doing anything. So off I go! I will shut up.

People say that your dreams are the only things that save ya
Come on baby in our dream, we can misbehavior
Everytime you close your eyes, lies, lies