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Name: Sahan
Country: Canada
State: Ontario
Metro: Hamilton
Birthday: 12/27/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: literature, buddhism, art, comics, cello suites, guitar, classical rock, world music, diverse cuisine, world culture and history, planting, compassion.
Expertise: Composing with the written word. When I have time I teach meditation, give talks abroad and write articles about Buddhism. Doodling some stupidness.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Engineering
Message: message me
MSN: sahanr@hotmail.com
Member Since:
1/26/2003
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| Sahan> Im really sorry this happened. I shouldn't have joked so much about it.
Nathika> Its ok... We need to be positive about it.
Sahan> But if i may add one more joke.... here it is:
maybe i can chew the food for you, and you can swollow it. Its my gift to you.
Nathika> EEEEWWWW. SAHAN. NASTY.
Sahan> Birds do it!!! Don't you be bad mouthing birds.
Nathika> Sahan. Im not a bird.
Sahan> Humans evolved from birds. (not really)
But when i was young i was taken care of by birds. so sometimes i feel that teaching coming back to me.
Nathika> LOL
Sahan> Yeah it really happened. When I was um, like, five or something. I got lost and um, I was taken care of by some birds. And um, they fed me worms and crickets and maggots and stuff. And um, they taught me to fly, but I couldn't, so I fell and hurt my head. That's when I woke up and my parents found me. It really happened.
Sahan>
Sahan> "KOOROO KUKOO"
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| She sat up against my wall for two days. I would stare at her for
hours. As I would enter to the room she would be there, right where I
left her from that night in Toronto. I would sit in my chair, she would
sit against the wall, and we'd stare at each other for hours. I didn't
dare touch her. This went on for two days. Finally I decided to undress
her.
I laid her down on my bed. Still I could not bring myself to touch her. She sat like that for another hour.
When I grew comfortable with her there I gently brought myself beside her. She smelled of polished wood.
I was nervous taking her out. My fingers trembled as they touched her,
and yet I was eager to. Her wood felt so soft. She was as light as a
feather. I struck a few chords and she sang. Her voice reverberated
from her belly, through her frame, and onto my arms. Her voice was rich
and bold. I have never heard anything like it.
The first time I held her I was shy. She is fearfully beautiful. Strong. I still get nervous holding her in my arms.
We're still getting used to each other.
Right then. Onto business. I've been on hiatus for some time now.
After coming from exams I noticed I've been vegetating in my house for
weeks. And for an old soul that takes pleasure in adventuring and
storytelling it is a harsh treatment. So this hiatus really helped me
get back into my groove. It was a much needed break you see. A break
from life. During this time I've had many adventures and collected lots
of stories to tell. In time I will tell them all.
I haven't
forgotten anybody, just so you know. But I'm yearning these days to
talk with people other than through MSN and Facebook. I did something
like this two years ago and I feel it's time for that again. It reminds
me of the pleasures of a real conversation. It also reminds me who my
good friends are, as opposed to "that guy on my list". So! Will I
return to the online community? Sure. But I'm too high on life to do
that right now.
I got a new guitar. Note the word "got."
And every day I pick it up to play I think to myself, "Angela is a
nut." But I love her.
I have a new job as well. More on that later.
I also noticed there seems to be this game going on these days. A game
played on ice, with sticks, and some disk of rubber. And apparently the
Canadian team has reached the last stage of this competition. I'm no
expert on these sort of matters, but I wish them the best. And I am
sorry they lost the first game.
I bought this Bluetooth
adapter yesterday so now I'm able to upload all my cellphone pictures
to my computer. Sorry for the low quality but that's all a poor sap
like me could afford without purchasing a fansy pants camera.
So that's it. I'm well and alive. Just wanted to let the masses know
that. My plan weeks ago was to write a post about Nusrat Fateh Ali
Khan. But I'm going to save him for next time. So look forward to that.
Oh yes, and I found this while rummaging through my basement.
About ONE of you will know what this is.
Good night.
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| Sahan> I wrote a poem for you:
Shake dat thing miss kana kana.
Shake dat thing miss annabella.
Shake that thing yan donna donna.
Jodi and Rebecca.
Yo sexy ladies want par with us
Inna the car wit us
Them nah war wit us
Inna da club them want flex wit us
To get next to us
Them cah vex wit us
Sahan> That's an accurate depiction of me composing that poem.
"Sexy... ladies... want par wit us...
umm.... INNA DA CAR WIT US! -- yes! brilliant!"
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Sahan> Speaking of losing my mind, I had this midterm in the morning. Its for circuits. I had little sleep the night before and my mind was gone by the end of the exam hour. So after handing in my paper I was feeling thirsty. I took out my water bottle, from my bag, and took a gulp of water from it. Now that's when the memory of this incident becomes hazy.
You see, right after taking the sip of water, I remember still feeling thirsty. I was bewildered by this, but proceeded to close the cap and put the bottle back in the bag. When I looked down there was a puddle of water on my chair and dripping into my bag. I know what it may insinuate....But my brain specifically remembers taking a sip of water. I have a memory of the bottle coming up, and assumption of water going through my throat, and then a memory of closing the lid. Either I have a hole in my jaw, or I was damn out of it.
I'm telling you man, I swear I took a sip of water. I was sure I did. The fact that I was still thirsty, and the puddle of water, is just purely coincidental. Although, right afterwards, when I turned around the prof and TA were staring at me. And, one might say, with a look of -- what might be approximated as-- pity.
As if to say, "Poor sap. Maybe he forgot his medication." Or, "I'm glad they're allowing special-ed students to take this class now."
Kenny> Ah sahan, you're losing your simple functions. Did you put too much water in your mouth? or just miss your mouth completely? Or did you just dream drinking and just pour the water on the floor. "1 for homies who ain't here"
Sahan> No, I think I miseed completely. Man. what might've seemed funnier was that i never reacted to this. I just took the sip of water (or thought I did), closed the lid, put it in my bag, and walked away. From the perspective of someone else it may have seemed like something I do on a regular basis. "Ah there goes Sahan, the bumpkin."
That may have made me look more like a retard. Someone observing me would've seen a guy taking a bottle up, pouring it
in front of his mouth, completely missing and falling to the chair and
wetting his sweater, and then walking away with indifference.
Damn. the looks on the faces of the TA and prof... it was like they were sad for me, in a disgusted sort of way.
Kenny> HAHAHAHAHA. man, that would have been hilarious. if i saw that i would be like ".......fucking hamilton. Control these people."
I have never experienced/seen that level of exhuastion. I think you've reached a new level Sahan. I've been up for 36 hours with no food (goddamn you 36 hour famine). I've hiked over 70 miles surviving off vector bars and oatmeal, with 70 lbs on my back, and a sleeping bag with a 0 degrees celcius rating in -15 degree weather. I've seen people fall asleep on campus benches after doing the 48 hour report. But you...you beat them all. Ahahha. I crown you king of exhaustion.
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An open letter to my nemesis:
You know Kenny,
I've been pondering. I've concluded that I find Mathematicians particularly
interesting. They're people like us, who've devoted their lives to their discovery
of abstract concepts. They're really something to admire. Where we take math as
another stepping stone -- a foot stool even -- to help us reach greater
heights, they have spent much of their lives developing and investigating these
stools. And its not merely their effort that I find so fascinating. It's the
fact that they take a sincere interest in the matter. They are sincerely
interested in mathematics.  This all
occured to me as I was attempting to find the office hours of the TA who
teaches my math tutorial. Of course, as you may know, I've never gone to a
single math tutorial since first year (and I know of them only through
heresay), I needed to find out the tutorial number so I may write it on my test
paper. When I found this person I discovered that she's a graduate student who
happens to be researching "Geometry and Topology". This piqued my
curiosity. You see, she's actually being paid to study, develop, and perhaps
enhance this field. Now I know my tone may insinuate jest, but I assure you
not. I am quite serious when I say that I have respect for her. Its incredible
how a person can find interest enough in such an abstract field to study and
enhance it.
Upon further
investigation I found that "At McMaster research focuses on Algebraic Topology
(homotopy theory, K-theory, surgery), Geometric Topology (group actions on
manifolds, gauge theory, knot theory), and Differential Geometry (curvature,
Dirac operators, Einstein equations, and general relativity)."
Most of those I
have never heard of. With the exception of general relativity, I find it
incredible how vast the field of geometry has evolved (my knowledge of geometry
stops at planes and 3d curves). But she isn't the only one. Since I was younger
i've always had a keen fascination towards mathematicians. This is because I
hated math. I was terrible at it and found it to be so trite. I had great
admiration for people like Gauss, Legrange, Newton, Fermat, et
cetera. To be so entrenched in math, so engrossed, to absorb it through every
pore of your body. It's absolutely fascinating. At their best they are poets.
They take the philosophy of math and write their poems in the form of
equations.
So where am I
going with this? I have concluded with these findings that I would very much
like to meet a sexy female mathematician. I'm sure there are plenty. So, I would like to be with one since I find them so
attractive and fascinating at the same time.
The biggest
weakness of a physicist is the mathematics. This goes doubly for engineers. As
an engineering physicist, I am in deep trouble when it comes to matters of formulae
and abstraction. However, I think with my sexy mathematician, we'll form an
unstoppable team. Me and my ideas for String Theory, and her infinite
understanding of mathematical fomulation. She can formalize whatever idea I
come up with!
Now, I do not
want to meet just any mathematician. Certainly not one who's field is
"applicable" to any known science. I want a mathematician who
specializes in Pure Mathematics. Not in the least bit applicable to any known
field. Researching so deeply into the most abstract, unthinkable, proposterous
derivations one could possibly reach. So abstract that humankind would not be
able to find any application for it until as far as the late 30th century. When
we have build time machines. And even then, something as remote as the problem
of field mice getting in the plasma conduits. And finding a way to kill them,
since they die in the time stabilizer their alternative timelines recreate
their existance every time they are killed. So they're in need of a
mathematician.
In conclusion,
I think it would be splendid to meet a really hot girl one day and she
introduces herself as "hi, im doing a phD on pure mathematics. My
interests are mostly how multiple timelines produce an infinite number of
eigenstates for a given function. People say it's useless, but I think its
really neat. He He He," and I cream my pants thereafter.
The End.
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