Sorry about the previous post. It was posted 10 seconds after the last wicket fell and really I won't try to explain myself because I'll probably end up repeating whats already been said. (read the last post)
So today is Halloween. Two days remain till the party. I really won't get into more details not because I "care" about the feelings of everyone involved and am scared they'd read this and get all upset and shit. Nope, not at all. It has more to do with me not wanting to upset them 48 hours before the event and messing everything up. I think I'll wait 2 days out before I go all beserk (is that the right spelling? First person to correct it gets a virtual cookie!)
Anyways what should we talk about today? Love perhaps? Seems like Nick has that well covered on his blog. Nice two entries he has linked there. I wouldn't know ofcourse. My experiences are very limited in that area. :(
Maybe how my day went? Just read any of the other entries. Not much changes there.
Maybe thats why all my blogs die away. I just say whatever I have to say over 4-5 entries and stop. Thats why there hasn't been an update in a while. I had initially thought of making this blog as crude as possible. Not holding back on saying what I have to say about people fully knowing they might be reading this. And believe me I'm not doing it not because I'm scared I'd hurt their feelings but more because I don't want to come off as bitter.
But you know what? FUCK IT!
Tell you guys what. We'll make this a tad more interesting. If you ACTUALLY want to hear my views on any events or a person just post it in the shoutbox and I'll be completely honest about it in my next entry.
Ofcourse I know noone would really say anything. I just wanted to blabber long enough to make this entry a postable length. Why make a entry in the first place? To let you all know that I am still around.
Next post I'll probably ignore the fact that noone gave me any ideas and blog about something completely different. All the time feeling just a tad bit hurt that noone cares about this blog.
Oh yeah and HALLOWEEN PARTY THIS FRIDAY!WOOOHOOO! DONT MISS IT!!
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
MOTHERFUCKING PIECE OF **********
I'M FUCKING PISSED RIGHT NOW. JUST FUCKING PISSED!
HOW THE FUCKING HELL DO YOU GO FROM 149/2 TO 219 ALL OUT! 8 FUCKIN WICKETS FALLING IN THE SPACE OF 6 FUCKIN OVERS. 6 FUCKIN WICKETS FOR JUST 20 RUNS!
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
I'M FUCKING DONE WITH CRICKET. SCREW THIS FUCKING SHIT!
HOW THE FUCKING HELL DO YOU GO FROM 149/2 TO 219 ALL OUT! 8 FUCKIN WICKETS FALLING IN THE SPACE OF 6 FUCKIN OVERS. 6 FUCKIN WICKETS FOR JUST 20 RUNS!
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
I'M FUCKING DONE WITH CRICKET. SCREW THIS FUCKING SHIT!
Friday, October 26, 2007
Why Zohaib is excited right now!
So planning the whole Halloween party has been complete hell. The whole experience has indeed been a humbling one. With nowhere to start from and not knowing where to end I'd say we have indeed come along nicely.
To be perfectly honest even though I am part of the organizing committee I really wasn't that excited about the whole thing until recently.
The thing is that we started organizing it right after the time my play ended. So for awhile I was in that mood where I didn't really find anything that exciting anymore. The whole thing seemed more like a chore than anything. And when it comes to doing stuff I really won't give it more than 50% unless I'm really into it.
Finally I realized that I'm doing this whether I want to or not and so I should just stop complaining and take an interest in it. So I did.
I don't really know how much I've contributed but I DO know that I have made a complete idiot of myself and will have to almost lose whatever little self respect I have left over the next week.
It really felt like shit standing/sitting in the hot sun trying to sell tickets and people not even bothering to listen to you but instead pretending that they can't hear or see you. Not even a single sympathetic smile in our direction yet loads of dirty looks. It was as if I had murdered their mother or something. Certainly from this point on I know now how all those sales people feel.
So why am I excited now?
BECAUSE SHARMIN WILL BE PERFORMING AT THE EVENT....hopefully. Not wanting to jump too far ahead but as long as she doesn't change her mind and the whole thing actually takes place then she shall be playing....hopefully.
Sure I've heard great things about Akash's band who would also be playing which is also very exciting and for which I am really really grateful for which this post might not make it seem like.
But really I just talked to Sharmin like an hour ago and her agreeing to play is still brand new news for me so its understandable why I'm more excited about that at this point.
For those of you who are wondering "Who the fuck is Sharmin?", she was a fellow cast member who played the really scary Sheila and who has a bit of that same problem that got Lindsay Lohan where she is today. But thats ok because if it wasn't for her and her wonderful flask I don't think any of us would have been able to pull the show off. Ofcourse only after the show ended did we realized that "HOLY SHIT SHE CAN SING EVEN WHEN SHE'S SOBER!". You can check out her blog which I have linked on the right side of the page.
Really though she's been very supportive of the whole Halloween party and so this post is dedicated to thanking her and everyone else who chose to actually listen to us blabber without pointing any fingers!
Thanks guys! For everyone else, as soon as this whole thing is over, and I'm allowed to do so, I'll do....uhh...I really can't think of what I'll do right now but I bet it will be horrible.
Yes very horrible indeed.
To be perfectly honest even though I am part of the organizing committee I really wasn't that excited about the whole thing until recently.
The thing is that we started organizing it right after the time my play ended. So for awhile I was in that mood where I didn't really find anything that exciting anymore. The whole thing seemed more like a chore than anything. And when it comes to doing stuff I really won't give it more than 50% unless I'm really into it.
Finally I realized that I'm doing this whether I want to or not and so I should just stop complaining and take an interest in it. So I did.
I don't really know how much I've contributed but I DO know that I have made a complete idiot of myself and will have to almost lose whatever little self respect I have left over the next week.
It really felt like shit standing/sitting in the hot sun trying to sell tickets and people not even bothering to listen to you but instead pretending that they can't hear or see you. Not even a single sympathetic smile in our direction yet loads of dirty looks. It was as if I had murdered their mother or something. Certainly from this point on I know now how all those sales people feel.
So why am I excited now?
BECAUSE SHARMIN WILL BE PERFORMING AT THE EVENT....hopefully. Not wanting to jump too far ahead but as long as she doesn't change her mind and the whole thing actually takes place then she shall be playing....hopefully.
Sure I've heard great things about Akash's band who would also be playing which is also very exciting and for which I am really really grateful for which this post might not make it seem like.
But really I just talked to Sharmin like an hour ago and her agreeing to play is still brand new news for me so its understandable why I'm more excited about that at this point.
For those of you who are wondering "Who the fuck is Sharmin?", she was a fellow cast member who played the really scary Sheila and who has a bit of that same problem that got Lindsay Lohan where she is today. But thats ok because if it wasn't for her and her wonderful flask I don't think any of us would have been able to pull the show off. Ofcourse only after the show ended did we realized that "HOLY SHIT SHE CAN SING EVEN WHEN SHE'S SOBER!". You can check out her blog which I have linked on the right side of the page.
Really though she's been very supportive of the whole Halloween party and so this post is dedicated to thanking her and everyone else who chose to actually listen to us blabber without pointing any fingers!
Thanks guys! For everyone else, as soon as this whole thing is over, and I'm allowed to do so, I'll do....uhh...I really can't think of what I'll do right now but I bet it will be horrible.
Yes very horrible indeed.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Zohaib shamelessly does shameful stuff.
Have you ever had one of those friends who you wished you were never friends with? You know the kind that when they are part of some club or something they try their best to get you to buy a ticket for some lame event they are organising? And you tell them you can't go because, really, its a very lame event. But they keep asking and asking and you know you are never going to buy a ticket but they don't seem to care and keep pleading.
When you finally think you have gotten rid of them you realize they are going around flooding their Friendster and Facebook with lame advertisements for the event. They even seem to set up booths and scream in the microphone for hours on end and when you are walking past with your friends who are laughing at the idiot screaming in the microphone, they shout out your name and start waving trying yet again to sell you a ticket while your friends give you the "Omg you know that loser??" look.
These people might have at one point given you a kidney but you still can't believe you are friends with them.
Luckily, I'm not like one of these people. I'm not going to promote any such event on my blog. You know why?
BECAUSE THE HALLOWEEN PARTY ON THE 2ND OF NOVEMBER IN MPH TAYLORS MAIN CAMPUS FROM 7:30 ONWARDS IS GOING TO BE SO AWESOME THAT IT DOESN'T NEED PROMOTING!
Guys please buy a ticket. Just for me. Just buy one lah :(. I'll be at the ticket booth tommorow which will be set up near the entrance. I'm in charge of the microphone. If you need more information just check out one of the bulletins I posted on Friendster. Or Facebook.
You can even join the group I created on Facebook for the event.
Thanks :). And buy a ticket ok?
When you finally think you have gotten rid of them you realize they are going around flooding their Friendster and Facebook with lame advertisements for the event. They even seem to set up booths and scream in the microphone for hours on end and when you are walking past with your friends who are laughing at the idiot screaming in the microphone, they shout out your name and start waving trying yet again to sell you a ticket while your friends give you the "Omg you know that loser??" look.
These people might have at one point given you a kidney but you still can't believe you are friends with them.
Luckily, I'm not like one of these people. I'm not going to promote any such event on my blog. You know why?
BECAUSE THE HALLOWEEN PARTY ON THE 2ND OF NOVEMBER IN MPH TAYLORS MAIN CAMPUS FROM 7:30 ONWARDS IS GOING TO BE SO AWESOME THAT IT DOESN'T NEED PROMOTING!
Guys please buy a ticket. Just for me. Just buy one lah :(. I'll be at the ticket booth tommorow which will be set up near the entrance. I'm in charge of the microphone. If you need more information just check out one of the bulletins I posted on Friendster. Or Facebook.
You can even join the group I created on Facebook for the event.
Thanks :). And buy a ticket ok?
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Zohaib goes back to un-emo mod and still refers to himself in titles in third-person perspective!
So people (people read this ok!) say that my blog has become too emo and I should make happier posts. So instead of bitching about how I have two tests this week and instead of studying I'm online not trying to write about it, I'll talk about roses, butterflies, sunshine and other happy crap!
Well uh this blog got 100 views? Thats worth a mention I guess. Sure 90 of those were probably me looking at my blog every 10 minutes to see how many views I got but that's really beside the point so I'll continue to gloat about it.
I'll like to thank my parents for having very marginal computing skills and thus not being able to find this blog which would have lead to them disowning me. And oh for giving birth to me of course. Can't forget that one.
I'll like to thank God (here I go contradicting my last posts, funny I've always somehow done that with every post except my first one anyway. Boy is this message getting long. I'll stop now. Ok now.) for giving me such a fucked up life that I always have something to write about.
And of course I'd like to thank the readers for not realizing that there is life outside their door and spending all their time online, somehow getting pleasure out of reading about other people's lives that are, really, not even that interesting. Really guys it wouldn't have been possible without you all. So give yourself a pat on the back.
Did you actually consider doing that? Because that would just have been pathetic. Its good I don't have any personal info on here.
Alright I really am very tired thus the very lame post above. Even I have a hard time believing I'm going to click "Publish Post". I really am hanging my head in shame.
It's hard to type when you have your head hung in shame. You can't even see the screen. Especially if you are covering your face because then none of your hands are free enough to type. See how committed I am here?
Oh and we are having a Halloween Party, November 2nd. Buy tickets from me. Ahh screw it I'll probably blog all about it later (its funny how yall still trust me. Sad actually) . For now I'm going to go read other people's blogs and celebrate all their achievements I've somehow contributed in.
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PS: I REALLY am sorry about the lame post. I'm usually better than this. I think.
Well uh this blog got 100 views? Thats worth a mention I guess. Sure 90 of those were probably me looking at my blog every 10 minutes to see how many views I got but that's really beside the point so I'll continue to gloat about it.
I'll like to thank my parents for having very marginal computing skills and thus not being able to find this blog which would have lead to them disowning me. And oh for giving birth to me of course. Can't forget that one.
I'll like to thank God (here I go contradicting my last posts, funny I've always somehow done that with every post except my first one anyway. Boy is this message getting long. I'll stop now. Ok now.) for giving me such a fucked up life that I always have something to write about.
And of course I'd like to thank the readers for not realizing that there is life outside their door and spending all their time online, somehow getting pleasure out of reading about other people's lives that are, really, not even that interesting. Really guys it wouldn't have been possible without you all. So give yourself a pat on the back.
Did you actually consider doing that? Because that would just have been pathetic. Its good I don't have any personal info on here.
Alright I really am very tired thus the very lame post above. Even I have a hard time believing I'm going to click "Publish Post". I really am hanging my head in shame.
It's hard to type when you have your head hung in shame. You can't even see the screen. Especially if you are covering your face because then none of your hands are free enough to type. See how committed I am here?
Oh and we are having a Halloween Party, November 2nd. Buy tickets from me. Ahh screw it I'll probably blog all about it later (its funny how yall still trust me. Sad actually) . For now I'm going to go read other people's blogs and celebrate all their achievements I've somehow contributed in.
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PS: I REALLY am sorry about the lame post. I'm usually better than this. I think.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Post might be a tad bit too offensive
Note: If you are a very religious person and are easily offended, I recommend that you don't read the following. I am usually very acceptant of everyone's right to their beliefs...except now. So please I apologize beforehand.
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Alright so I just had a HUGE arguement with my mom about religion and well everyone has their turning point in life and I think I might have just reached mine.
When I was younger, I used to cry alot thinking about death and what if there was no life after it. At a certain age I started to read up on Islam and become somewhat of a devout Muslim and believed in religion strongly to some level.
As time went past I started to read up on other religions and realized that Islam might not be the "best, most believable religion" and I became somewhat of an agnostic. Since then I have not followed religion not because I found evolution more believable and religion less credible but mainly because I found it was impossible to know which religion was right and I guess evolution was a bit more believable..and credible. But the point is I argued many a times with people who said anyone who followed religion was stupid and stood up for many of them.
Thats why I never made the transition from agnostic to athiest. I believed that everyone was right in following what they believed and noone should have the right to judge them...until today.
I got into an arguement with my mom because she made some comments that kind of aimed at categorizing people according to their race, which I didn't agree with. Soon the arguement turned into a full-fledged one about religion. I realize now how ignorant people can be when they are lost in their beliefs.
For the first time I think maybe the world would be a better place without religion. I know most people would say "Hey, I don't care about what religion anyone follows as long as I can follow mine" but I no longer believe them.
Now I believe religious people generally tend to side more with people of their own faith. If you are religious, let me ask you have you never been even slightly excited when you found out a certain celebrity followed the same faith as you? Have you not felt closer or further apart from a person when you first meet them depending on if they follow the same religion as you or don't?
The fact is that about 15 minutes ago, I realized that no matter how close some people can get or how great their personalities are, if they are very religious there will always be a separation between them.
I know many will not agree with this. Many will say "I'm religious and my best friend doesn't follow the same religion as me" or "This is bullshit. People shouldn't be judged on religion" but the fact is I used to believe the last statement too but it was due to my lack of beliefs. I feel now I have acquired some beliefs, those against religion and I don't know if I can look at people the same way. Man, I don't think I can even look at my parents the same way anymore.
I am not going to go around preaching anti-religion now either because I still feel whatever faith I have should remain with me in the comforts of my own house. But boy have the last 2 hours been life-changing.
I don't know if this post makes any sense but just like the last one, I just needed to vent. This blog started out as something I wanted to write for the sake of others reading it but recently no matter how I start out writing a post, it just becomes a bit too personal. It feels more like I'm writing for myself now.
And I hate it.
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Alright so I just had a HUGE arguement with my mom about religion and well everyone has their turning point in life and I think I might have just reached mine.
When I was younger, I used to cry alot thinking about death and what if there was no life after it. At a certain age I started to read up on Islam and become somewhat of a devout Muslim and believed in religion strongly to some level.
As time went past I started to read up on other religions and realized that Islam might not be the "best, most believable religion" and I became somewhat of an agnostic. Since then I have not followed religion not because I found evolution more believable and religion less credible but mainly because I found it was impossible to know which religion was right and I guess evolution was a bit more believable..and credible. But the point is I argued many a times with people who said anyone who followed religion was stupid and stood up for many of them.
Thats why I never made the transition from agnostic to athiest. I believed that everyone was right in following what they believed and noone should have the right to judge them...until today.
I got into an arguement with my mom because she made some comments that kind of aimed at categorizing people according to their race, which I didn't agree with. Soon the arguement turned into a full-fledged one about religion. I realize now how ignorant people can be when they are lost in their beliefs.
For the first time I think maybe the world would be a better place without religion. I know most people would say "Hey, I don't care about what religion anyone follows as long as I can follow mine" but I no longer believe them.
Now I believe religious people generally tend to side more with people of their own faith. If you are religious, let me ask you have you never been even slightly excited when you found out a certain celebrity followed the same faith as you? Have you not felt closer or further apart from a person when you first meet them depending on if they follow the same religion as you or don't?
The fact is that about 15 minutes ago, I realized that no matter how close some people can get or how great their personalities are, if they are very religious there will always be a separation between them.
I know many will not agree with this. Many will say "I'm religious and my best friend doesn't follow the same religion as me" or "This is bullshit. People shouldn't be judged on religion" but the fact is I used to believe the last statement too but it was due to my lack of beliefs. I feel now I have acquired some beliefs, those against religion and I don't know if I can look at people the same way. Man, I don't think I can even look at my parents the same way anymore.
I am not going to go around preaching anti-religion now either because I still feel whatever faith I have should remain with me in the comforts of my own house. But boy have the last 2 hours been life-changing.
I don't know if this post makes any sense but just like the last one, I just needed to vent. This blog started out as something I wanted to write for the sake of others reading it but recently no matter how I start out writing a post, it just becomes a bit too personal. It feels more like I'm writing for myself now.
And I hate it.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Zo posts yet another emo post just cos he said he wouldn't!
I'm exhausted.
Mentally and physically. From just about everything. Studies, social life, family life, whatever kind of life is there. Nothing seems to be going "right" for me.
Six months back, it seemed like I had completely lost my sense of humor. In the last few months I seemed to have gone through a "comedy" block and really couldn't think of anything to say. Some people have looks, some have charisma, all I had was somewhat of a quick wit. Around the time practices for the play started, it felt like I couldn't think of anything to say. I appeared like a complete "David" in front of my fellow cast members and I guess that turned out to be a good thing to some level.
I always thought I had become less funny because of the people I was mixing with. In Maz, it was just a fun environment along with the people and I thought now in college where everyone seemed to be completely lost in their studies there really wasn't anyone to listen to me blabber.
But in the last two weeks, I seem to have somewhat "recovered" my ability to pull a joke off now and again. Though slowly I'm beginning to realize it has little to do with the people around me as compared to how my life is going. I'm beginning to realize that I've always seen comedy as a way to separate myself from the tensions of life. The worse life gets for me, the funnier I get or the more my interest grows in the comedy genre of entertainment.
During the play practices, I somewhat felt a purpose to everyday, apart from just going to college to study. I guess I was somewhat happy. It meant I could escape from the hassle of everyday life for a few hours and not need to think of trying to be funny to keep myself from breaking down.
Although I may be blogging, I still feel like I'm a very private person and won't go into exact details why life is sh*t for me. All I'll say is there are too many f'in expectations. Everyone expects something out of you, and sometimes you feel like you just want to quit it all and just move away from civilisation.
My parents have a certain way they want me to spend my life. They want to be the ones planning it while my ambitions mean almost nothing as "they won't get me through life". I'm stuck between following what I want to do and living a life full of guilt for letting my parents down or following what they want me to do and spending my life thinking of "what could have been.." had I followed my dreams.
Whatever it is, I feel like I'll never be able to make it through A Levels, as I just can't seem to get myself to sit down and study no matter how worried I get. It doesn't help that my interest in studies has deteriorated to the point where I don't even give a fuck what happens anymore.
My social life hasn't always been the best. I've never been the best at interacting with people but I used to be happy with the friends I had. Now everyone slowly seems to be changing and finding themselves and it seems I just don't feel like I fit in anywhere. Some of my closest friends have ended up leaving (*sniff*Iman*sniff*) or I have just lost contact with (too many people who I won't even bother naming as they probably don't even read this and if they do they should know who they are!) and it seems like I'm slowly being isolated from everyone. I don't mind being alone anymore either now as compared to when I always had to have someone around. Sure I've met and made many new friends but I don't seem to have any friends who I can really call a close friend who I can talk to openly. Those that I did have seem to be just changing so much.
As of this moment I really can't say I have anything to look forward to or any reason to even goto sleep tonight and wake up tommorow or look forward to next week for. Maybe there is something more out there but the truth is I really couldn't be fucking bothered.
As of this moment, at 8:33PM Friday, October 19th I'm just fucking exhausted.
Mentally and physically. From just about everything. Studies, social life, family life, whatever kind of life is there. Nothing seems to be going "right" for me.
Six months back, it seemed like I had completely lost my sense of humor. In the last few months I seemed to have gone through a "comedy" block and really couldn't think of anything to say. Some people have looks, some have charisma, all I had was somewhat of a quick wit. Around the time practices for the play started, it felt like I couldn't think of anything to say. I appeared like a complete "David" in front of my fellow cast members and I guess that turned out to be a good thing to some level.
I always thought I had become less funny because of the people I was mixing with. In Maz, it was just a fun environment along with the people and I thought now in college where everyone seemed to be completely lost in their studies there really wasn't anyone to listen to me blabber.
But in the last two weeks, I seem to have somewhat "recovered" my ability to pull a joke off now and again. Though slowly I'm beginning to realize it has little to do with the people around me as compared to how my life is going. I'm beginning to realize that I've always seen comedy as a way to separate myself from the tensions of life. The worse life gets for me, the funnier I get or the more my interest grows in the comedy genre of entertainment.
During the play practices, I somewhat felt a purpose to everyday, apart from just going to college to study. I guess I was somewhat happy. It meant I could escape from the hassle of everyday life for a few hours and not need to think of trying to be funny to keep myself from breaking down.
Although I may be blogging, I still feel like I'm a very private person and won't go into exact details why life is sh*t for me. All I'll say is there are too many f'in expectations. Everyone expects something out of you, and sometimes you feel like you just want to quit it all and just move away from civilisation.
My parents have a certain way they want me to spend my life. They want to be the ones planning it while my ambitions mean almost nothing as "they won't get me through life". I'm stuck between following what I want to do and living a life full of guilt for letting my parents down or following what they want me to do and spending my life thinking of "what could have been.." had I followed my dreams.
Whatever it is, I feel like I'll never be able to make it through A Levels, as I just can't seem to get myself to sit down and study no matter how worried I get. It doesn't help that my interest in studies has deteriorated to the point where I don't even give a fuck what happens anymore.
My social life hasn't always been the best. I've never been the best at interacting with people but I used to be happy with the friends I had. Now everyone slowly seems to be changing and finding themselves and it seems I just don't feel like I fit in anywhere. Some of my closest friends have ended up leaving (*sniff*Iman*sniff*) or I have just lost contact with (too many people who I won't even bother naming as they probably don't even read this and if they do they should know who they are!) and it seems like I'm slowly being isolated from everyone. I don't mind being alone anymore either now as compared to when I always had to have someone around. Sure I've met and made many new friends but I don't seem to have any friends who I can really call a close friend who I can talk to openly. Those that I did have seem to be just changing so much.
As of this moment I really can't say I have anything to look forward to or any reason to even goto sleep tonight and wake up tommorow or look forward to next week for. Maybe there is something more out there but the truth is I really couldn't be fucking bothered.
As of this moment, at 8:33PM Friday, October 19th I'm just fucking exhausted.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
A one-time emo thingy!
People say my blog isn't emo enough.
Well that's not true. The most people have said about the blog is "I like the one where you insult Gunjan lah" and when I ask them what they think of the other entries I get a "Uhh...I really found it funny how you did the whole "getit" thing to Gunjan".
Ok, that's not true either. There are probably like three people who read this blog and they are more like "You know you aren't THAT funny...".
Well I'm HOPING that there are atleast 3 people or that would just make the 44 view I have very sad because you know its not like I've been refreshing the page over and over again.
Anywaaaays coming back to topic, I really don't have much to blog about today so I'll just link an article I found so I can proudly say "Hey, not only did I make a blog because everyone else was doing it but I made it emo too!"
Source: http://www.newscientist.com/article/mg19626252.800
IS IT distressing to experience consciousness slipping away or something people can accept with equanimity? Are there any surprises in store as our existence draws to a close? These are questions that have plagued philosophers and scientists for centuries, and chances are you've pondered them too occasionally.
None of us can know the answers for sure until our own time comes, but the few individuals who have their brush with death interrupted by a last-minute reprieve can offer some intriguing insights. Advances in medical science, too, have led to a better understanding of what goes on as the body gives up the ghost.
Death comes in many guises, but one way or another it is usually a lack of oxygen to the brain that delivers the coup de grâce. Whether as a result of a heart attack, drowning or suffocation, for example, people ultimately die because their neurons are deprived of oxygen, leading to cessation of electrical activity in the brain - the modern definition of biological death.
If the flow of freshly oxygenated blood to the brain is stopped, through whatever mechanism, people tend to have about 10 seconds before losing consciousness. They may take many more minutes to die, though, with the exact mode of death affecting the subtleties of the final experience. If you can take the grisly details, read on for a brief guide to the many and varied ways death can suddenly strike.
Drowning
The "surface struggle" for breath
Death by drowning has a certain dark romance to it: countless literary heroines have met their end slipping beneath the waves with billowy layers of petticoats floating around their heads. In reality, suffocating to death in water is neither pretty nor painless, though it can be surprisingly swift.
Just how fast people drown depends on several factors, including swimming ability and water temperature. In the UK, where the water is generally cold, 55 per cent of open-water drownings occur within 3 metres of safety. Two-thirds of victims are good swimmers, suggesting that people can get into difficulties within seconds, says Mike Tipton, a physiologist and expert in marine survival at the University of Portsmouth in the UK.
Typically, when a victim realises that they cannot keep their head above water they tend to panic, leading to the classic "surface struggle". They gasp for air at the surface and hold their breath as they bob beneath, says Tipton. Struggling to breathe, they can't call for help. Their bodies are upright, arms weakly grasping, as if trying to climb a non-existent ladder from the sea. Studies with New York lifeguards in the 1950s and 1960s found that this stage lasts just 20 to 60 seconds.
When victims eventually submerge, they hold their breath for as long as possible, typically 30 to 90 seconds. After that, they inhale some water, splutter, cough and inhale more. Water in the lungs blocks gas exchange in delicate tissues, while inhaling water also triggers the airway to seal shut - a reflex called a laryngospasm. "There is a feeling of tearing and a burning sensation in the chest as water goes down into the airway. Then that sort of slips into a feeling of calmness and tranquility," says Tipton, describing reports from survivors.
That calmness represents the beginnings of the loss of consciousness from oxygen deprivation, which eventually results in the heart stopping and brain death.
Heart attack
One of the most common forms of exit
The "Hollywood Heart Attack", featuring sudden pain, desperate chest-clutching and immediate collapse, certainly happens in a few cases. But a typical "myocardial infarction", as medical-speak has it, is a lot less dramatic and comes on slowly, beginning with mild discomfort.
The most common symptom is, of course, chest pain: a tightness, pressure or squeezing, often described as an "elephant on my chest", which may be lasting or come and go. This is the heart muscle struggling and dying from oxygen deprivation. Pain can radiate to the jaw, throat, back, belly and arms. Other signs and symptoms include shortness of breath, nausea and cold sweats.
Most victims delay before seeking assistance, waiting an average of 2 to 6 hours. Women are the worst, probably because they are more likely to experience less well-known symptoms, such as breathlessness, back or jaw pain, or nausea, says JoAnn Manson, an epidemiologist at Harvard Medical School. Survivors say they just didn't want to make a fuss; that it felt more like indigestion, tiredness or muscle cramps than a heart attack. Then again, some victims are just in denial.
Delay costs lives. Most people who die from heart attacks do so before reaching hospital. The actual cause of death is often heart arrhythmia - disruption of the normal heart rhythm, in other words.
Even small heart attacks can play havoc with the electrical impulses that control heart muscle contraction, effectively stopping it. In about 10 seconds the person loses consciousness, and minutes later they are dead.
Patients who make it to hospital quickly fare much better; in the UK and US more than 85 per cent of heart attack patients admitted to hospital survive to 30 days. Hospitals can deploy defibrillators to shock the heart back into rhythm, and clot-busting drugs and artery-clearing surgery.
Bleeding to death
Several stages of haemorrhagic shock
The speed of exsanguination, as bleeding to death is known, depends on the source of the bleed, says John Kortbeek at the University of Calgary in Alberta, Canada, and chair of Advanced Trauma Life Support for the American College of Surgeons. People can bleed to death in seconds if the aorta, the major blood vessel leading from the heart, is completely severed, for example, after a severe fall or car accident.
Death could creep up much more slowly if a smaller vein or artery is nicked - even taking hours. Such victims would experience several stages of haemorrhagic shock. The average adult has 5 litres of blood. Losses of around 750 millilitres generally cause few symptoms. Anyone losing 1.5 litres - either through an external wound or internal bleeding - feels weak, thirsty and anxious, and would be breathing fast. By 2 litres, people experience dizziness, confusion and then eventual unconsciousness.
"Survivors of haemorrhagic shock describe many different experiences, ranging from fear to relative calm," Kortbeek says. "In large part this would depend on what and how extensive the associated injuries were. A single penetrating wound to the femoral artery in the leg might be less painful than multiple fractures sustained in a motor vehicle crash."
Fire
It's usually the toxic gases that prove lethal
Long the fate of witches and heretics, burning to death is torture. Hot smoke and flames singe eyebrows and hair and burn the throat and airways, making it hard to breathe. Burns inflict immediate and intense pain through stimulation of the nociceptors - the pain nerves in the skin. To make matters worse, burns also trigger a rapid inflammatory response, which boosts sensitivity to pain in the injured tissues and surrounding areas.
As burn intensities progress, some feeling is lost but not much, says David Herndon, a burns-care specialist at University of Texas Medical Branch in Galveston. "Third-degree burns do not hurt as much as second-degree wounds, as superficial nerves are destroyed. But the difference is semantic; large burns are horrifically painful in any instance."
Some victims of severe burns report not feeling their injuries while they are still in danger or intent on saving others. Once the adrenalin and shock wear off, however, the pain quickly sets in. Pain management remains one of the most challenging medical problems in the care of burns victims.
Most people who die in fires do not in fact die from burns. The most common cause of death is inhaling toxic gases - carbon monoxide, carbon dioxide and even hydrogen cyanide - together with the suffocating lack of oxygen. One study of fire deaths in Norway from 1996 found that almost 75 per cent of the 286 people autopsied had died from carbon monoxide poisoning.
Depending on the size of the fire and how close you are to it, concentrations of carbon monoxide could start to cause headache and drowsiness in minutes, eventually leading to unconsciousness. According to the US National Fire Protection Association, 40 per cent of the victims of fatal home fires are knocked out by fumes before they can even wake up.
Decapitation
Nearly instantaneous
Beheading, if somewhat gruesome, can be one of the quickest and least painful ways to die - so long as the executioner is skilled, his blade sharp, and the condemned sits still.
The height of decapitation technology is, of course, the guillotine. Officially adopted by the French government in 1792, it was seen as more humane than other methods of execution. When the guillotine was first used in public, onlookers were reportedly aghast at the speed of death.
Quick it may be, but consciousness is nevertheless believed to continue after the spinal chord is severed. A study in rats in 1991 found that it takes 2.7 seconds for the brain to consume the oxygen from the blood in the head; the equivalent figure for humans has been calculated at 7 seconds. Some macabre historical reports from post-revolutionary France cited movements of the eyes and mouth for 15 to 30 seconds after the blade struck, although these may have been post-mortem twitches and reflexes.
If you end up losing your head, but aren't lucky enough to fall under the guillotine, or even a very sharp, well-wielded blade, the time of conscious awareness of pain may be much longer. It took the axeman three attempts to sever the head of Mary Queen of Scots in 1587. He had to finish the job with a knife.
Decades earlier in 1541, Margaret Pole, the Countess of Salisbury, was executed at the Tower of London. She was dragged to the block, but refused to lay her head down. The inexperienced axe man made a gash in her shoulder rather than her neck. According to some reports, she leapt from the block and was chased by the executioner, who struck 11 times before she died.
Electrocution
The heart and the brain are most vulnerable
In accidental electrocutions, usually involving low, household current, the most common cause of death is arrhythmia, stopping the heart dead. Unconsciousness ensues after the standard 10 seconds, says Richard Trohman, a cardiologist at Rush University in Chicago. One study of electrocution deaths in Montreal, Canada found that 92 per cent had probably died from arrhythmia.
Higher currents can produce nearly immediate unconsciousness. The electric chair was designed to produce instant loss of consciousness and painless death - a step up from traditional hangings - by conducting the current through the brain and the heart.
Whether it achieves this end is debatable. Studies on dogs in 1950 found that electrodes had to be placed on either side of the head to ensure sufficient current passed through the brain to knock the creature out. There have been many botched executions - those that required several jolts to kill, or where flames leapt from the prisoner's head, in one case due to a damp synthetic sponge being attached to the electrodes on the prisoner's head, which was such a poor conductor it was heated up by the current and caught fire.
An analysis in 2005 of post-mortem remains from 43 prisoners sentenced to death by electrocution found the most common visible injuries to be head and leg burns where the electrodes were attached. The study's senior author, William Hamilton, a medical examiner in Florida, concluded that these burns occurred post-mortem and that death was indeed instantaneous.
However, John Wikswo, a biophysicist at Vanderbilt University in Nashville, Tennessee, maintains that the thick, insulating bones of the skull would prevent sufficient current from reaching the brain, and prisoners could instead be dying from heating of the brain, or perhaps from suffocation due to paralysis of the breathing muscles - either way, an unpleasant way to go.
Fall from a height
If possible aim to land feet first
A high fall is certainly among the speediest ways to die: terminal velocity (no pun intended) is about 200 kilometres per hour, achieved from a height of about 145 metres or more. A study of deadly falls in Hamburg, Germany, found that 75 per cent of victims died in the first few seconds or minutes after landing.
The exact cause of death varies, depending on the landing surface and the person's posture. People are especially unlikely to arrive at the hospital alive if they land on their head - more common for shorter (under 10 metres) and higher (over 25 metres) falls. A 1981 analysis of 100 suicidal jumps from the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco - height: 75 metres, velocity on impact with the water: 120 kilometres per hour - found numerous causes of instantaneous death including massive lung bruising, collapsed lungs, exploded hearts or damage to major blood vessels and lungs through broken ribs.
Survivors of great falls often report the sensation of time slowing down. The natural reaction is to struggle to maintain a feet-first landing, resulting in fractures to the leg bones, lower spinal column and life-threatening broken pelvises. The impact travelling up through the body can also burst the aorta and heart chambers. Yet this is probably still the safest way to land, despite the force being concentrated in a small area: the feet and legs form a "crumple zone" which provides some protection to the major internal organs.
Some experienced climbers or skydivers who have survived a fall report feeling focused, alert and driven to ensure they landed in the best way possible: relaxed, legs bent and, where possible, ready to roll. Certainly every little helps, but the top tip for fallers must be to aim for a soft landing. A paper from 1942 reports a woman falling 28 metres from her apartment building into freshly tilled soil. She walked away with just a fractured rib and broken wrist.
Hanging
Speed of death depends on the hangman's skill
Suicides and old-fashioned "short drop" executions cause death by strangulation; the rope puts pressure on the windpipe and the arteries to the brain. This can cause unconsciousness in 10 seconds, but it takes longer if the noose is incorrectly sited. Witnesses of public hangings often reported victims "dancing" in pain at the end of the rope, struggling violently as they asphyxiated. Death only ensues after many minutes, as shown by the numerous people being resuscitated after being cut down - even after 15 minutes.
When public executions were outlawed in Britain in 1868, hangmen looked for a less performance-oriented approach. They eventually adopted the "long-drop" method, using a lengthier rope so the victim reached a speed that broke their necks. It had to be tailored to the victim's weight, however, as too great a force could rip the head clean off, a professionally embarrassing outcome for the hangman.
Despite the public boasting of several prominent executioners in late 19th-century Britain, a 1992 analysis of the remains of 34 prisoners found that in only about half of cases was the cause of death wholly or partly due to spinal trauma. Just one-fifth showed the classic "hangman's fracture" between the second and third cervical vertebrae. The others died in part from asphyxiation.
Michael Spence, an anthropologist at the University of Western Ontario in London, Canada, has found similar results in US victims. He concluded, however, that even if asphyxiation played a role, the trauma of the drop would have rapidly rendered all of them unconscious. "What the hangmen were looking for was quick cessation of activity," he says. "And they knew enough about their craft to ensure that happened. The thing they feared most was decapitation."
Lethal injection
US-government approved, but is it really painless?
Lethal injection was designed in Oklahoma in 1977 as a humane alternative to the electric chair. The state medical examiner and chair of anaesthesiology settled on a series of three drug injections. First comes the anaesthetic thiopental to speed away any feelings of pain, followed by a paralytic agent called pancuronium to stop breathing. Finally potassium chloride is injected, which stops the heart almost instantly.
Each drug is supposed to be administered in a lethal dose, a redundancy to ensure speedy and humane death. However, eyewitnesses have reported inmates convulsing, heaving and attempting to sit up during the procedure, suggesting the cocktail is not always completely effective.
The reason, say Leonidas Koniaris at the University of Miami Miller School of Medicine, is insufficient thiopental. He and his colleagues analysed 41 executions by lethal injection in North Carolina and California, and compared anaesthetic doses to known effects in animal models, such as pigs. As the same dose of thiopental is used regardless of body weight, the anaesthesia produced in some heavier inmates might be inadequate, they concluded.
"I think that awareness is a real possibility in a large fraction of executions," says Koniaris. That awareness might include feelings of suffocation from paralysed lungs and the searing, burning pain of a potassium chloride injection. The effect of the paralytic, however, might mean that witnesses never see any outward signs of pain.
The Supreme Court is now going to review whether this mode of execution is legal.
Explosive decompression
It takes your breath away
Death due to exposure to vacuum is a staple of science fiction plots, whether the unfortunate gets thrown from an airlock or ruptures their spacesuit.
In real life there has been just one fatal space depressurisation accident. This occurred on the Russian Soyuz-11 mission in 1971, when a seal leaked upon re-entry into the Earth's atmosphere; upon landing all three flight crew were found dead from asphyxiation.
Most of our knowledge of depressurisation comes from animal experiments and the experiences of pilots in accidents at very high altitudes. When the external air pressure suddenly drops, the air in the lungs expands, tearing the fragile gas exchange tissues. This is especially damaging if the victim neglects to exhale prior to decompression or tries to hold their breath. Oxygen begins to escape from the blood and lungs.
Experiments on dogs in the 1950s showed that 30 to 40 seconds after the pressure drops, their bodies began to swell as the water in tissues vaporised, though the tight seal of their skin prevented them from "bursting". The heart rate rises initially, then plummets. Bubbles of water vapour form in the blood and travel through the circulatory system, obstructing blood flow. After about a minute, blood effectively stops circulating.
Human survivors of rapid decompression accidents include pilots whose planes lost pressure, or in one case a NASA technician who accidentally depressurised his flight suit inside a vacuum chamber. They often report an initial pain, like being hit in the chest, and may remember feeling air escape from their lungs and the inability to inhale. Time to the loss of consciousness was generally less than 15 seconds.
One mid-1960s experiment by the US Army Aeromedical Research Laboratory in New Mexico found that a chimpanzee had a period of useful consciousness of just 11 seconds before lack of oxygen caused them to pass out.
Surprisingly, in view of these apparently traumatic effects, animals that have been repressurised within 90 seconds have generally survived with no lasting damage.
So there you go! Dying isn't as cool as it sounds! I promise to make all my other posts a bit more optimistic from now on.
(Remember how I lied in all my other blogs....yeah)
Well that's not true. The most people have said about the blog is "I like the one where you insult Gunjan lah" and when I ask them what they think of the other entries I get a "Uhh...I really found it funny how you did the whole "getit" thing to Gunjan".
Ok, that's not true either. There are probably like three people who read this blog and they are more like "You know you aren't THAT funny...".
Well I'm HOPING that there are atleast 3 people or that would just make the 44 view I have very sad because you know its not like I've been refreshing the page over and over again.
Anywaaaays coming back to topic, I really don't have much to blog about today so I'll just link an article I found so I can proudly say "Hey, not only did I make a blog because everyone else was doing it but I made it emo too!"
Source: http://www.newscientist.com/article/mg19626252.800
IS IT distressing to experience consciousness slipping away or something people can accept with equanimity? Are there any surprises in store as our existence draws to a close? These are questions that have plagued philosophers and scientists for centuries, and chances are you've pondered them too occasionally.
None of us can know the answers for sure until our own time comes, but the few individuals who have their brush with death interrupted by a last-minute reprieve can offer some intriguing insights. Advances in medical science, too, have led to a better understanding of what goes on as the body gives up the ghost.
Death comes in many guises, but one way or another it is usually a lack of oxygen to the brain that delivers the coup de grâce. Whether as a result of a heart attack, drowning or suffocation, for example, people ultimately die because their neurons are deprived of oxygen, leading to cessation of electrical activity in the brain - the modern definition of biological death.
If the flow of freshly oxygenated blood to the brain is stopped, through whatever mechanism, people tend to have about 10 seconds before losing consciousness. They may take many more minutes to die, though, with the exact mode of death affecting the subtleties of the final experience. If you can take the grisly details, read on for a brief guide to the many and varied ways death can suddenly strike.
Drowning
The "surface struggle" for breath
Death by drowning has a certain dark romance to it: countless literary heroines have met their end slipping beneath the waves with billowy layers of petticoats floating around their heads. In reality, suffocating to death in water is neither pretty nor painless, though it can be surprisingly swift.
Just how fast people drown depends on several factors, including swimming ability and water temperature. In the UK, where the water is generally cold, 55 per cent of open-water drownings occur within 3 metres of safety. Two-thirds of victims are good swimmers, suggesting that people can get into difficulties within seconds, says Mike Tipton, a physiologist and expert in marine survival at the University of Portsmouth in the UK.
Typically, when a victim realises that they cannot keep their head above water they tend to panic, leading to the classic "surface struggle". They gasp for air at the surface and hold their breath as they bob beneath, says Tipton. Struggling to breathe, they can't call for help. Their bodies are upright, arms weakly grasping, as if trying to climb a non-existent ladder from the sea. Studies with New York lifeguards in the 1950s and 1960s found that this stage lasts just 20 to 60 seconds.
When victims eventually submerge, they hold their breath for as long as possible, typically 30 to 90 seconds. After that, they inhale some water, splutter, cough and inhale more. Water in the lungs blocks gas exchange in delicate tissues, while inhaling water also triggers the airway to seal shut - a reflex called a laryngospasm. "There is a feeling of tearing and a burning sensation in the chest as water goes down into the airway. Then that sort of slips into a feeling of calmness and tranquility," says Tipton, describing reports from survivors.
That calmness represents the beginnings of the loss of consciousness from oxygen deprivation, which eventually results in the heart stopping and brain death.
Heart attack
One of the most common forms of exit
The "Hollywood Heart Attack", featuring sudden pain, desperate chest-clutching and immediate collapse, certainly happens in a few cases. But a typical "myocardial infarction", as medical-speak has it, is a lot less dramatic and comes on slowly, beginning with mild discomfort.
The most common symptom is, of course, chest pain: a tightness, pressure or squeezing, often described as an "elephant on my chest", which may be lasting or come and go. This is the heart muscle struggling and dying from oxygen deprivation. Pain can radiate to the jaw, throat, back, belly and arms. Other signs and symptoms include shortness of breath, nausea and cold sweats.
Most victims delay before seeking assistance, waiting an average of 2 to 6 hours. Women are the worst, probably because they are more likely to experience less well-known symptoms, such as breathlessness, back or jaw pain, or nausea, says JoAnn Manson, an epidemiologist at Harvard Medical School. Survivors say they just didn't want to make a fuss; that it felt more like indigestion, tiredness or muscle cramps than a heart attack. Then again, some victims are just in denial.
Delay costs lives. Most people who die from heart attacks do so before reaching hospital. The actual cause of death is often heart arrhythmia - disruption of the normal heart rhythm, in other words.
Even small heart attacks can play havoc with the electrical impulses that control heart muscle contraction, effectively stopping it. In about 10 seconds the person loses consciousness, and minutes later they are dead.
Patients who make it to hospital quickly fare much better; in the UK and US more than 85 per cent of heart attack patients admitted to hospital survive to 30 days. Hospitals can deploy defibrillators to shock the heart back into rhythm, and clot-busting drugs and artery-clearing surgery.
Bleeding to death
Several stages of haemorrhagic shock
The speed of exsanguination, as bleeding to death is known, depends on the source of the bleed, says John Kortbeek at the University of Calgary in Alberta, Canada, and chair of Advanced Trauma Life Support for the American College of Surgeons. People can bleed to death in seconds if the aorta, the major blood vessel leading from the heart, is completely severed, for example, after a severe fall or car accident.
Death could creep up much more slowly if a smaller vein or artery is nicked - even taking hours. Such victims would experience several stages of haemorrhagic shock. The average adult has 5 litres of blood. Losses of around 750 millilitres generally cause few symptoms. Anyone losing 1.5 litres - either through an external wound or internal bleeding - feels weak, thirsty and anxious, and would be breathing fast. By 2 litres, people experience dizziness, confusion and then eventual unconsciousness.
"Survivors of haemorrhagic shock describe many different experiences, ranging from fear to relative calm," Kortbeek says. "In large part this would depend on what and how extensive the associated injuries were. A single penetrating wound to the femoral artery in the leg might be less painful than multiple fractures sustained in a motor vehicle crash."
Fire
It's usually the toxic gases that prove lethal
Long the fate of witches and heretics, burning to death is torture. Hot smoke and flames singe eyebrows and hair and burn the throat and airways, making it hard to breathe. Burns inflict immediate and intense pain through stimulation of the nociceptors - the pain nerves in the skin. To make matters worse, burns also trigger a rapid inflammatory response, which boosts sensitivity to pain in the injured tissues and surrounding areas.
As burn intensities progress, some feeling is lost but not much, says David Herndon, a burns-care specialist at University of Texas Medical Branch in Galveston. "Third-degree burns do not hurt as much as second-degree wounds, as superficial nerves are destroyed. But the difference is semantic; large burns are horrifically painful in any instance."
Some victims of severe burns report not feeling their injuries while they are still in danger or intent on saving others. Once the adrenalin and shock wear off, however, the pain quickly sets in. Pain management remains one of the most challenging medical problems in the care of burns victims.
Most people who die in fires do not in fact die from burns. The most common cause of death is inhaling toxic gases - carbon monoxide, carbon dioxide and even hydrogen cyanide - together with the suffocating lack of oxygen. One study of fire deaths in Norway from 1996 found that almost 75 per cent of the 286 people autopsied had died from carbon monoxide poisoning.
Depending on the size of the fire and how close you are to it, concentrations of carbon monoxide could start to cause headache and drowsiness in minutes, eventually leading to unconsciousness. According to the US National Fire Protection Association, 40 per cent of the victims of fatal home fires are knocked out by fumes before they can even wake up.
Decapitation
Nearly instantaneous
Beheading, if somewhat gruesome, can be one of the quickest and least painful ways to die - so long as the executioner is skilled, his blade sharp, and the condemned sits still.
The height of decapitation technology is, of course, the guillotine. Officially adopted by the French government in 1792, it was seen as more humane than other methods of execution. When the guillotine was first used in public, onlookers were reportedly aghast at the speed of death.
Quick it may be, but consciousness is nevertheless believed to continue after the spinal chord is severed. A study in rats in 1991 found that it takes 2.7 seconds for the brain to consume the oxygen from the blood in the head; the equivalent figure for humans has been calculated at 7 seconds. Some macabre historical reports from post-revolutionary France cited movements of the eyes and mouth for 15 to 30 seconds after the blade struck, although these may have been post-mortem twitches and reflexes.
If you end up losing your head, but aren't lucky enough to fall under the guillotine, or even a very sharp, well-wielded blade, the time of conscious awareness of pain may be much longer. It took the axeman three attempts to sever the head of Mary Queen of Scots in 1587. He had to finish the job with a knife.
Decades earlier in 1541, Margaret Pole, the Countess of Salisbury, was executed at the Tower of London. She was dragged to the block, but refused to lay her head down. The inexperienced axe man made a gash in her shoulder rather than her neck. According to some reports, she leapt from the block and was chased by the executioner, who struck 11 times before she died.
Electrocution
The heart and the brain are most vulnerable
In accidental electrocutions, usually involving low, household current, the most common cause of death is arrhythmia, stopping the heart dead. Unconsciousness ensues after the standard 10 seconds, says Richard Trohman, a cardiologist at Rush University in Chicago. One study of electrocution deaths in Montreal, Canada found that 92 per cent had probably died from arrhythmia.
Higher currents can produce nearly immediate unconsciousness. The electric chair was designed to produce instant loss of consciousness and painless death - a step up from traditional hangings - by conducting the current through the brain and the heart.
Whether it achieves this end is debatable. Studies on dogs in 1950 found that electrodes had to be placed on either side of the head to ensure sufficient current passed through the brain to knock the creature out. There have been many botched executions - those that required several jolts to kill, or where flames leapt from the prisoner's head, in one case due to a damp synthetic sponge being attached to the electrodes on the prisoner's head, which was such a poor conductor it was heated up by the current and caught fire.
An analysis in 2005 of post-mortem remains from 43 prisoners sentenced to death by electrocution found the most common visible injuries to be head and leg burns where the electrodes were attached. The study's senior author, William Hamilton, a medical examiner in Florida, concluded that these burns occurred post-mortem and that death was indeed instantaneous.
However, John Wikswo, a biophysicist at Vanderbilt University in Nashville, Tennessee, maintains that the thick, insulating bones of the skull would prevent sufficient current from reaching the brain, and prisoners could instead be dying from heating of the brain, or perhaps from suffocation due to paralysis of the breathing muscles - either way, an unpleasant way to go.
Fall from a height
If possible aim to land feet first
A high fall is certainly among the speediest ways to die: terminal velocity (no pun intended) is about 200 kilometres per hour, achieved from a height of about 145 metres or more. A study of deadly falls in Hamburg, Germany, found that 75 per cent of victims died in the first few seconds or minutes after landing.
The exact cause of death varies, depending on the landing surface and the person's posture. People are especially unlikely to arrive at the hospital alive if they land on their head - more common for shorter (under 10 metres) and higher (over 25 metres) falls. A 1981 analysis of 100 suicidal jumps from the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco - height: 75 metres, velocity on impact with the water: 120 kilometres per hour - found numerous causes of instantaneous death including massive lung bruising, collapsed lungs, exploded hearts or damage to major blood vessels and lungs through broken ribs.
Survivors of great falls often report the sensation of time slowing down. The natural reaction is to struggle to maintain a feet-first landing, resulting in fractures to the leg bones, lower spinal column and life-threatening broken pelvises. The impact travelling up through the body can also burst the aorta and heart chambers. Yet this is probably still the safest way to land, despite the force being concentrated in a small area: the feet and legs form a "crumple zone" which provides some protection to the major internal organs.
Some experienced climbers or skydivers who have survived a fall report feeling focused, alert and driven to ensure they landed in the best way possible: relaxed, legs bent and, where possible, ready to roll. Certainly every little helps, but the top tip for fallers must be to aim for a soft landing. A paper from 1942 reports a woman falling 28 metres from her apartment building into freshly tilled soil. She walked away with just a fractured rib and broken wrist.
Hanging
Speed of death depends on the hangman's skill
Suicides and old-fashioned "short drop" executions cause death by strangulation; the rope puts pressure on the windpipe and the arteries to the brain. This can cause unconsciousness in 10 seconds, but it takes longer if the noose is incorrectly sited. Witnesses of public hangings often reported victims "dancing" in pain at the end of the rope, struggling violently as they asphyxiated. Death only ensues after many minutes, as shown by the numerous people being resuscitated after being cut down - even after 15 minutes.
When public executions were outlawed in Britain in 1868, hangmen looked for a less performance-oriented approach. They eventually adopted the "long-drop" method, using a lengthier rope so the victim reached a speed that broke their necks. It had to be tailored to the victim's weight, however, as too great a force could rip the head clean off, a professionally embarrassing outcome for the hangman.
Despite the public boasting of several prominent executioners in late 19th-century Britain, a 1992 analysis of the remains of 34 prisoners found that in only about half of cases was the cause of death wholly or partly due to spinal trauma. Just one-fifth showed the classic "hangman's fracture" between the second and third cervical vertebrae. The others died in part from asphyxiation.
Michael Spence, an anthropologist at the University of Western Ontario in London, Canada, has found similar results in US victims. He concluded, however, that even if asphyxiation played a role, the trauma of the drop would have rapidly rendered all of them unconscious. "What the hangmen were looking for was quick cessation of activity," he says. "And they knew enough about their craft to ensure that happened. The thing they feared most was decapitation."
Lethal injection
US-government approved, but is it really painless?
Lethal injection was designed in Oklahoma in 1977 as a humane alternative to the electric chair. The state medical examiner and chair of anaesthesiology settled on a series of three drug injections. First comes the anaesthetic thiopental to speed away any feelings of pain, followed by a paralytic agent called pancuronium to stop breathing. Finally potassium chloride is injected, which stops the heart almost instantly.
Each drug is supposed to be administered in a lethal dose, a redundancy to ensure speedy and humane death. However, eyewitnesses have reported inmates convulsing, heaving and attempting to sit up during the procedure, suggesting the cocktail is not always completely effective.
The reason, say Leonidas Koniaris at the University of Miami Miller School of Medicine, is insufficient thiopental. He and his colleagues analysed 41 executions by lethal injection in North Carolina and California, and compared anaesthetic doses to known effects in animal models, such as pigs. As the same dose of thiopental is used regardless of body weight, the anaesthesia produced in some heavier inmates might be inadequate, they concluded.
"I think that awareness is a real possibility in a large fraction of executions," says Koniaris. That awareness might include feelings of suffocation from paralysed lungs and the searing, burning pain of a potassium chloride injection. The effect of the paralytic, however, might mean that witnesses never see any outward signs of pain.
The Supreme Court is now going to review whether this mode of execution is legal.
Explosive decompression
It takes your breath away
Death due to exposure to vacuum is a staple of science fiction plots, whether the unfortunate gets thrown from an airlock or ruptures their spacesuit.
In real life there has been just one fatal space depressurisation accident. This occurred on the Russian Soyuz-11 mission in 1971, when a seal leaked upon re-entry into the Earth's atmosphere; upon landing all three flight crew were found dead from asphyxiation.
Most of our knowledge of depressurisation comes from animal experiments and the experiences of pilots in accidents at very high altitudes. When the external air pressure suddenly drops, the air in the lungs expands, tearing the fragile gas exchange tissues. This is especially damaging if the victim neglects to exhale prior to decompression or tries to hold their breath. Oxygen begins to escape from the blood and lungs.
Experiments on dogs in the 1950s showed that 30 to 40 seconds after the pressure drops, their bodies began to swell as the water in tissues vaporised, though the tight seal of their skin prevented them from "bursting". The heart rate rises initially, then plummets. Bubbles of water vapour form in the blood and travel through the circulatory system, obstructing blood flow. After about a minute, blood effectively stops circulating.
Human survivors of rapid decompression accidents include pilots whose planes lost pressure, or in one case a NASA technician who accidentally depressurised his flight suit inside a vacuum chamber. They often report an initial pain, like being hit in the chest, and may remember feeling air escape from their lungs and the inability to inhale. Time to the loss of consciousness was generally less than 15 seconds.
One mid-1960s experiment by the US Army Aeromedical Research Laboratory in New Mexico found that a chimpanzee had a period of useful consciousness of just 11 seconds before lack of oxygen caused them to pass out.
Surprisingly, in view of these apparently traumatic effects, animals that have been repressurised within 90 seconds have generally survived with no lasting damage.
So there you go! Dying isn't as cool as it sounds! I promise to make all my other posts a bit more optimistic from now on.
(Remember how I lied in all my other blogs....yeah)
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
People say "Pictures are worth a thousand words" to which I think "So why the fuck do I bother to blog?"
So hopefully the picture on the right explains in a thousand words-worth of detail whats been happening with me since my last update.
Comments are, as always, welcome. Come on now, don't be shy.
BTW : The time its taking me to upload the picture, I could have written out a thousand words.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
In this post Zo breaks yet another promise and makes a great metaphor thing and talks in third person in the title.
As I mentioned earlier I wanted to write about cricket in this post. The main issue being one of the best cricketers (ofcourse he's the best...HE'S PAKISTANI!) retiring after a career spanning 15 or 16 years, I really can't remember.
Yeah so Inzamam-ul-Haq retired.
Now moving on.
What? Did you want me to write about his wondrous career and his contributions to cricket? Of course you didn't but you were expecting it. So was I. But its been 3 days since it happened and I really don't feel so emotional about it now as compared to that time that I did, and it wouldn't be right to force myself into writing it.
"But Zo, your first post in this blog was based on a play you did 3 weeks ago?" you ask. To which I'd reply "Yes it was" to which you'd reply with "But.." and I'd cut in abruptly with a "MAKE YOUR OWN DAMN BLOG!".
It's easier to talk about things I was actually part of instead of things other people did that makes loads of other people happy unlike that thing that I did that I am talking about...or something. I'm selfish like that.
So recently guilt has been hanging over my head of how unproductive I can be or am. I keep procrastinating my studies day after day. First I thought I'd catch up in the 2 weeks mid-semester break we had but I spent those days watching TV or going for play practices. Then I thought I'd relay on the Hari Raya holidays and here they are and I'm either visiting people, having people visit me or playing Fifa. After this we don't have anymore holidays till after the semester exams and I'm starting to feel a bit scared now. Mainly because I know I really won't ever be able to get myself to sit down and actually DO something.
As the saying goes "You reap what you sow" but the thing with me is I really don't like to spend the whole day out in the garden planting seeds when its much nicer to sit indoors and watch TV. And when I do actually get hungry I'll take the easy way out and buy some can food. Sure it doesn't taste as good and will probably cause me to suffer some sort of heart disease in the future but I still do it, because it's easy. Each time I say "after this Zo, you are gonna do some serious gardening" but as soon as the can food finishes I just always end up buying some more. Its come to the point where I've forgotten how to reap.
Wow that above metaphor thingy was awesome. I'm such a poet. I think it's even better than Chi Ho's noodle analogy thingamajic. I feel so proud of myself now. I think I'll treat myself to some cake.
Chocolate cake. THATS how proud of myself I am.
Yeah so Inzamam-ul-Haq retired.
Now moving on.
What? Did you want me to write about his wondrous career and his contributions to cricket? Of course you didn't but you were expecting it. So was I. But its been 3 days since it happened and I really don't feel so emotional about it now as compared to that time that I did, and it wouldn't be right to force myself into writing it.
"But Zo, your first post in this blog was based on a play you did 3 weeks ago?" you ask. To which I'd reply "Yes it was" to which you'd reply with "But.." and I'd cut in abruptly with a "MAKE YOUR OWN DAMN BLOG!".
It's easier to talk about things I was actually part of instead of things other people did that makes loads of other people happy unlike that thing that I did that I am talking about...or something. I'm selfish like that.
So recently guilt has been hanging over my head of how unproductive I can be or am. I keep procrastinating my studies day after day. First I thought I'd catch up in the 2 weeks mid-semester break we had but I spent those days watching TV or going for play practices. Then I thought I'd relay on the Hari Raya holidays and here they are and I'm either visiting people, having people visit me or playing Fifa. After this we don't have anymore holidays till after the semester exams and I'm starting to feel a bit scared now. Mainly because I know I really won't ever be able to get myself to sit down and actually DO something.
As the saying goes "You reap what you sow" but the thing with me is I really don't like to spend the whole day out in the garden planting seeds when its much nicer to sit indoors and watch TV. And when I do actually get hungry I'll take the easy way out and buy some can food. Sure it doesn't taste as good and will probably cause me to suffer some sort of heart disease in the future but I still do it, because it's easy. Each time I say "after this Zo, you are gonna do some serious gardening" but as soon as the can food finishes I just always end up buying some more. Its come to the point where I've forgotten how to reap.
Wow that above metaphor thingy was awesome. I'm such a poet. I think it's even better than Chi Ho's noodle analogy thingamajic. I feel so proud of myself now. I think I'll treat myself to some cake.
Chocolate cake. THATS how proud of myself I am.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Well slap me around and call me Susy, I actually made it to 3 posts!
So yeah today was...tiring and pretty boring. See the thing is my mom works in a university and most of the guests we have or the people we visit are lecturers...the really old ones. Oh and the university is an Islamic one so they are really old religious boring lecturers. The trend for all of the conversations is about the same.
Person A: So how are you doing?
Person B: Good. You?
Person A: Good
*30 second awkward pause*
Person B: So hows work?
Person A: Good. You?
Person B: Its alright
*1 minute awkward pause*
Person B: We had a new student today
Person A: That's nice
*Person A takes a very slow sip from their cup followed by 5 minutes of more awkward silence*
Person B: Sooo * insert reference to some event contributing to the Pakistan/India war* huh?
Person A: I KNOOW! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT???
*2 hours of non-stop war conversation pretty much word-to-word replica of the one they had last week.*
And that would be considered a very successful event.
We had a very successful event today. Except instead of 2 people having the above conversation it was like 20.
Ofcourse while the adults talk, the "kids" can goto another room and talk. Except the age for kids ranges from 6-25.
The thing about kids (the ones that are 6 and not 25) is that they can just talk to anybody they see expecting them to share the same interests as them (ever had the theme song for Power Rangers+wierd shows on cartoon network+high school musical be sung to you by a 6 year old) Yeah I didn't think so. Lucky bastard). I remember when I used to be like that.
I remember around 3 or 4 years back I went back to Pakistan for my uncle's wedding and stayed in the same house as my cousins. I have a cousin who is three years older than me and one about the same age. I remember when I had gone there 2 years before that time I had connected really well with the older one and we had a blast as kids but now he seemed all mature to me and eventhough we stayed in the same house for more than a month I probably didn't say more than 2 sentences to him but I had a blast with the one the same age as me. I remember thinking that I'll never get that boring and mature and yet here I am. Maybe its just me, but socializing seemed much easier when you thought sex was a kind of animal (I realize that 4 years back I would have been 13 and been on the "lolsex" stage but you get the point).
Maybe some day as much as I hate to admit it I'll be sitting around talking about war and how work is and making lame jokes that my kids would pretend they didn't hear (hear that guys? I'm gonna have kids! ZO GONNA GET LAID). But for now I think I'll just stick with making lame jokes on purpose and having simple conversations about booze and boobs.
(WARNING: NEXT UPDATE WILL BE ABOUT CRICKET. WANTED TO POST IT NOW BUT THOUGHT I'D GIVE YOU GUYS A HEADS UP FIRST....AND I WANTED TO TYPE IN CAPS. BUT REALLY ITS MAINLY BECAUSE I'M TIRED *COUGHLAZYCOUGH*)
Person A: So how are you doing?
Person B: Good. You?
Person A: Good
*30 second awkward pause*
Person B: So hows work?
Person A: Good. You?
Person B: Its alright
*1 minute awkward pause*
Person B: We had a new student today
Person A: That's nice
*Person A takes a very slow sip from their cup followed by 5 minutes of more awkward silence*
Person B: Sooo * insert reference to some event contributing to the Pakistan/India war* huh?
Person A: I KNOOW! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT???
*2 hours of non-stop war conversation pretty much word-to-word replica of the one they had last week.*
And that would be considered a very successful event.
We had a very successful event today. Except instead of 2 people having the above conversation it was like 20.
Ofcourse while the adults talk, the "kids" can goto another room and talk. Except the age for kids ranges from 6-25.
The thing about kids (the ones that are 6 and not 25) is that they can just talk to anybody they see expecting them to share the same interests as them (ever had the theme song for Power Rangers+wierd shows on cartoon network+high school musical be sung to you by a 6 year old) Yeah I didn't think so. Lucky bastard). I remember when I used to be like that.
I remember around 3 or 4 years back I went back to Pakistan for my uncle's wedding and stayed in the same house as my cousins. I have a cousin who is three years older than me and one about the same age. I remember when I had gone there 2 years before that time I had connected really well with the older one and we had a blast as kids but now he seemed all mature to me and eventhough we stayed in the same house for more than a month I probably didn't say more than 2 sentences to him but I had a blast with the one the same age as me. I remember thinking that I'll never get that boring and mature and yet here I am. Maybe its just me, but socializing seemed much easier when you thought sex was a kind of animal (I realize that 4 years back I would have been 13 and been on the "lolsex" stage but you get the point).
Maybe some day as much as I hate to admit it I'll be sitting around talking about war and how work is and making lame jokes that my kids would pretend they didn't hear (hear that guys? I'm gonna have kids! ZO GONNA GET LAID). But for now I think I'll just stick with making lame jokes on purpose and having simple conversations about booze and boobs.
(WARNING: NEXT UPDATE WILL BE ABOUT CRICKET. WANTED TO POST IT NOW BUT THOUGHT I'D GIVE YOU GUYS A HEADS UP FIRST....AND I WANTED TO TYPE IN CAPS. BUT REALLY ITS MAINLY BECAUSE I'M TIRED *COUGHLAZYCOUGH*)
Yet another festival...
Happy Hari Raya everyone!
I'm too busy pretending to be busy so my mom doesn't actually ask me for help. We'll be expecting over 40 guests and none of them under a 100 years of age.
Its gonna be a boring day :(
Will blog later tonight.
Maybe.
Probably not.
I'm too busy pretending to be busy so my mom doesn't actually ask me for help. We'll be expecting over 40 guests and none of them under a 100 years of age.
Its gonna be a boring day :(
Will blog later tonight.
Maybe.
Probably not.
Friday, October 12, 2007
In the beginning Zohaib said let there be a blog and so it was...
Maybe it's the hunger. Maybe it's the hangover or most probably its a combination of both but for whatever reason I'm back to blogging.
A while back I lifted my holier-than-thou hatred for facebook and friendster and (re)made an account on each (Myspace is still a no-no). Boy did I feel dirty. And now this...
I could jump right into whatever has been happening in the last few months and be done before lunch is over and the cricket continues (WE MIGHT ACTUALLY WIN THIS ONE PEOPLE!) but I think I'll take it slowly. For today's topic I'll talk about Old Saybrook.
For those of you who don't know, or really couldn't give a rat's ass to try and remember, I was in a play which ended two weeks back, but I'll pretend it was yesterday so as it make this entry a tad more emotional.
It started a few months back when on my few days in college I was yet again lost trying to get from class to class. And I saw a pink poster hidden in between all the attractive ones as if the person who had put it up on the wall was really trying their best to make sure noone knew what they were upto. Still I chose to read it in defiance being the rebel I am. It turned out they were holding auditions for a play. "Ehh" I thought "Whats the harm in auditioning?" so I dragged Gunjan along with me for moral support (getit?).
So whoever was supposed to be seeing us was running later than late and so we waited outside LT1. Waiting to see who would go in. At last Wai Min arrived. Luckily she was the only one who showed up. And I wondered "How good could a play be for which only two people are auditioning?". Even then I sucked pretty badly and was told by her to come back the next day when the directors would arrive. She being so nice and all was a bit reluctant to tell us how we had actually done so we left it at that.
Next day as I walked in I saw this time there would be two other people auditioning and eventhough there were three parts available I still felt a bit nervous. Here I saw Chi Ho and Nigesh for the first time and boy did they look scary!
As we got up on stage Chi Ho said in his best serious tone "Alright we aren't looking for professionals and we just wanna see if you guys are capable of reading it out loudly and clearly". At first his tone scared the shit outta me then I thought "Hey my english isn't too bad" so I read it out trying to hold onto the script while my hands shook like crazy and at the same time trying to make sure I didn't wet my pants.
After my audition the other two people auditioned and if I had been bad they are uhh...horrible and I thought I didn't really care that much before if I got in but if they get in and not me my ego will really take a beating so I prayed (like how only an agnostic can pray) and went home.
Two days later I got a message at like 5 in the morning telling me I got in and my first thought was "Who the fuck smses people that early???".
Now there was a lot of confusion from then on till my first time going for practice but I'll skip that part because really who is going to read this?
So the day I was supposed to go for practice I picked a t-shirt which I hadn't worn in ages and it had a very disgustingly bad smell on it but I put it on anyways and only realized how strong it was until I got to college. It was soo bad I had to ask Shah for his deodrant and only realized the repercussions of that later.
So I walked into LT1 feeling like shit and met Justin for the first time. He got the part of Norman the lady's man while I got the part of David because apparently "no offense but you naturally look stupid".
After which me and Justin went to photocopy the script and when we walked back into LT1 everyone was doing some wierd yoga kinda ritual on stage and my first thought was "Holy shit zo, you might have joined some wierd cult"
Finally when I got to see the rest of the cast practice I thought "Holy shit you CAN'T act like that. The last thing you did was an Aladdin musical!".
Ok I really am getting tired of recapping half a years worth of memories so I'll just skip it lah.
Under Chi Ho's guidance I managed to do SOMETHING on stage and really I have learned more from him than any other teacher I have ever had.
The people I met have been amazing and oh so talented. For once I felt I was with a group with similar interests. As much as I love all my other friends I realize probably half of them won't even know who Marlon Brando was and it felt great to be with people you could talk openly about the arts with without having the topic changed and being given "why-dont-you-watch-football-instead-of-this-crap" pity looks.
Really this experience has been something I won't forget about for a LONG time and it wouldn't have been half as good as it was without the people. All those times in Asia Cafe, LT1 and best of all being backstage just before showtime were some of the best...ever. Which is sad.
Nicholas, probably one of the most talented directors in Taylors (which isn't saying alot..but still) and maybe a little..uhh flamboyant? :D
Sharmin, probably one of the best drinkers around and she can sing!
Justin, probably one of the coolest people I know and boy can the man fart!
YY- still owes me a pool game and kinda scary...a little.
Everyone else thank you its been a real blast!
Altering Sheila's line here but
"Look everyone, zohaibs blogs back!"
A while back I lifted my holier-than-thou hatred for facebook and friendster and (re)made an account on each (Myspace is still a no-no). Boy did I feel dirty. And now this...
I could jump right into whatever has been happening in the last few months and be done before lunch is over and the cricket continues (WE MIGHT ACTUALLY WIN THIS ONE PEOPLE!) but I think I'll take it slowly. For today's topic I'll talk about Old Saybrook.
For those of you who don't know, or really couldn't give a rat's ass to try and remember, I was in a play which ended two weeks back, but I'll pretend it was yesterday so as it make this entry a tad more emotional.
It started a few months back when on my few days in college I was yet again lost trying to get from class to class. And I saw a pink poster hidden in between all the attractive ones as if the person who had put it up on the wall was really trying their best to make sure noone knew what they were upto. Still I chose to read it in defiance being the rebel I am. It turned out they were holding auditions for a play. "Ehh" I thought "Whats the harm in auditioning?" so I dragged Gunjan along with me for moral support (getit?).
So whoever was supposed to be seeing us was running later than late and so we waited outside LT1. Waiting to see who would go in. At last Wai Min arrived. Luckily she was the only one who showed up. And I wondered "How good could a play be for which only two people are auditioning?". Even then I sucked pretty badly and was told by her to come back the next day when the directors would arrive. She being so nice and all was a bit reluctant to tell us how we had actually done so we left it at that.
Next day as I walked in I saw this time there would be two other people auditioning and eventhough there were three parts available I still felt a bit nervous. Here I saw Chi Ho and Nigesh for the first time and boy did they look scary!
As we got up on stage Chi Ho said in his best serious tone "Alright we aren't looking for professionals and we just wanna see if you guys are capable of reading it out loudly and clearly". At first his tone scared the shit outta me then I thought "Hey my english isn't too bad" so I read it out trying to hold onto the script while my hands shook like crazy and at the same time trying to make sure I didn't wet my pants.
After my audition the other two people auditioned and if I had been bad they are uhh...horrible and I thought I didn't really care that much before if I got in but if they get in and not me my ego will really take a beating so I prayed (like how only an agnostic can pray) and went home.
Two days later I got a message at like 5 in the morning telling me I got in and my first thought was "Who the fuck smses people that early???".
Now there was a lot of confusion from then on till my first time going for practice but I'll skip that part because really who is going to read this?
So the day I was supposed to go for practice I picked a t-shirt which I hadn't worn in ages and it had a very disgustingly bad smell on it but I put it on anyways and only realized how strong it was until I got to college. It was soo bad I had to ask Shah for his deodrant and only realized the repercussions of that later.
So I walked into LT1 feeling like shit and met Justin for the first time. He got the part of Norman the lady's man while I got the part of David because apparently "no offense but you naturally look stupid".
After which me and Justin went to photocopy the script and when we walked back into LT1 everyone was doing some wierd yoga kinda ritual on stage and my first thought was "Holy shit zo, you might have joined some wierd cult"
Finally when I got to see the rest of the cast practice I thought "Holy shit you CAN'T act like that. The last thing you did was an Aladdin musical!".
Ok I really am getting tired of recapping half a years worth of memories so I'll just skip it lah.
Under Chi Ho's guidance I managed to do SOMETHING on stage and really I have learned more from him than any other teacher I have ever had.
The people I met have been amazing and oh so talented. For once I felt I was with a group with similar interests. As much as I love all my other friends I realize probably half of them won't even know who Marlon Brando was and it felt great to be with people you could talk openly about the arts with without having the topic changed and being given "why-dont-you-watch-football-instead-of-this-crap" pity looks.
Really this experience has been something I won't forget about for a LONG time and it wouldn't have been half as good as it was without the people. All those times in Asia Cafe, LT1 and best of all being backstage just before showtime were some of the best...ever. Which is sad.
Nicholas, probably one of the most talented directors in Taylors (which isn't saying alot..but still) and maybe a little..uhh flamboyant? :D
Sharmin, probably one of the best drinkers around and she can sing!
Justin, probably one of the coolest people I know and boy can the man fart!
YY- still owes me a pool game and kinda scary...a little.
Everyone else thank you its been a real blast!
Altering Sheila's line here but
"Look everyone, zohaibs blogs back!"
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