January 22, 2009 at 1:17 am (Poems/ Quotes, Stories)
Tags: accident, Affair, Blow Job, Helen Holm, John Irving, The World According to Garp
An excerpt of John Irving’s ” The World According to Garp”
Helen’s head was flung forward, narrowly missing the steering column, which caught her at the back of her neck. Many wrestlers’ children have hardy necks, because Helen’s did not break – though she wore a brace for almost six weeks, and her back would bother her the rest of her life. Her right collarbone was broken, perhaps by the rising slam of Michael Milton’s knee, and was gashed across the bridge- requiring nine stitches- by what must have been Michael Milton’s belt buckle. Helen’s mouth was snapped shut with such force that she broke two teeth and required two neat stitches in her tongue.
At first she thought she had bitten her tongue off, because she could feel it swimming in her mouth, which was full of blood; but her head ached so severely that she didn’t open her mouth, until she had to breathe, and she couldn’t move her right arm. She spat what thought was her tongue into palm of her left hand. It wasn’t her tongue, of course. It was what amounted to three quarters of Michael Milton’s penis.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I freaked out when I first read that part! This is when Helen was giving a blow job to her students in his car. Unti, she had a car accident caused by Garp, her husband. It’s an interesting story, worth reading if you’re really like sex.”
-Dipta Nath Chowdhury
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December 29, 2008 at 8:43 pm (Poems/ Quotes, Stories)
Tags: Angel Sanctuary, Angels, Fallen Angel, Kaori Yuki, Manga, Rabbit, Raziel
There are angels in this world who don’t even have the right to be called ‘Angel’
Simply because their body lacks some of the parts that a proper angel is supposed to have…
Simple because their eyes are red
Simply because they are children born out of the love between two angels
Simply because they had the misfortune of being born into this world of ours…
And [(you) spoke] ‘thus has this world become a thing perfect…’
-Raziel (Angel Sanctuary -Act. 7 “Rabbit Hunt”)
These children were also called I-Child or “rabbit” because of their red eyes. I-Children are kids who were born by angelic parent. Yet in the heaven, the love between two angels were consider as a taboo and when they get caught, they will be punished to death. They don’t have part what most angel have like two angelic wings and the ideal or beautiful figure. Raziel is an I-Child and he was in brutal experiment designed by the Angel as a subject. Until, Zaphike saved him and became his mentor. Raziel soon became an angel volunteer investigation squads; thus, he went to the lower level of heaven. There, he found his kind and he wished to help him them because they looked miserable and not well. He asked the High Council in heaven, Sevothtarte, to help these I-Child. Sevothtarte offer the help, yet his offer was compromised.
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December 16, 2008 at 11:24 pm (Poems/ Quotes)
Tags: Apollo, Death, Death of Hyacinth, Gay, Homosexual, Hyacinth, love
“Death has taken you in his claws, beloved friend! Woe, for by my own hand you have died. And yet its crime was meeting yours at play. Was that a crime? Or was my love to blame – the guilt that follows love that loves too much? Oh, if only I could pay for my deed by joining you in your journey to the cheerless realms of the dead. Oh, why am I cursed to live forever? Why can’t I follow you?”
-Apollo
This is when Hyacinth tries to prove Apollo that he is worthy for Apollo but accidentally fallen of a great height and hit his head on the ground; which, cause him to die. However, what Apollo said is truly a breakdown of Love!
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December 16, 2008 at 10:30 pm (Poems/ Quotes)
Tags: Gay, Good, Homosexual, Nature, Perfect Guy, Poems
The perfect man is gentle
And never cruel or mean.
He has a perfect smile
And is always neat and clean.
The perfect man likes kids
And will raise them by your side.
He will be a caring father,
And good husband to his bride.
The perfect man loves cooking.
He will clean and vacuum, too.
He’ll do what’s in his power
To show his love for you.
The perfect man is sweet,
Writing poems with your name.
He’s a best friend to your mother
And will kiss away your pain.
He never makes you cry
Nor caused you hurt in any way.
To hell with this endless poem —
The perfect man is gay.
My friend sent this poem and I thought it was really sweet! 🙂
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December 3, 2008 at 7:12 pm (Poems/ Quotes)
Tags: Addication, Breathe me, drugs, Gia Carangi, heroin, innocent, Model, Sad, Sia
Life and death, energy and peace. If I stop today it was still worth it. Even the terrible mistakes that I made and would have unmade if I could. The pains that have burned me and scarred my soul, it was worth it, for having been allowed to walk where I’ve walked, which was to hell on earth, heaven on earth, back again, into, under, far in between, through it, in it, and above.
-Gia Marie Carangi
This song and this picture makes me feel so sad about her.
Sia – Breathe Me
This link is an article that I wrote about Gia Marie Carangi
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November 14, 2008 at 11:03 am (Poems/ Quotes)
“No more pleasant sight has met my eye than this, of so many thousands of living creatures in one drop of water.”
-Antonie Philips van Leeuwenhoek (1632-1723)
Leeuwenhoek is implying to a little creature that call themselves Protists. Each protists have their unique depending what they have like one has a flagella to move or cilia and many more. Protists are somewhat creepy looking by judging their tail[s] or their blob-like shape. Although, they are some like Leeuwenhoek thinks that the protists are like miniature jewelry. If you have the chance please check out the Diatoms, they’re beautiful.
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November 2, 2008 at 9:18 pm (Poems/ Quotes)
Tags: Alstair McIntosh, Homage to Young Men, love, Loved, Loving, music, Nizlopi, to be a man
That, my dear friends,
is what qualifies you
to be a man in your community
Capable of loving and able to be loved…
Capable of loving
and able to be loved…
Capable of loving
and able
to be
loved
-Alastair McIntosh
The conclusion of Nizlopi’s “Homage to Young Men”. This song is written and sang by Alastair McIntosh, who is a Scottist writer and activist. He is not a member of the band. I thought this song is great and I am a big fan of Nizlopi’s music.
Homage To Young Men – Nizlopi
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November 2, 2008 at 9:06 pm (Poems/ Quotes)
Tags: Batman, halloween, Harvey dent, James Orchard Halliwell-Phillipps, Jeph Loed, Nursery rhyme, Solomon Grundy, Weather
Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday,
Christened on a stark and stormy Tuesday,
Married on a gray and grisly Wednesday,
Took ill on a mild and mellow Thursday,
Grew worse on a bright and breezy Friday,
Died on a gay and glorious Saturday,
Buried on a baking, blistering Sunday.
That was the end of Solomon Grundy.
-Harvey Dent
I finish “Batman: The Long Halloween” last night and I thought the story was great. This passage is based on James Orchard Halliwell-Phillipps nursery rhyme and Jeph Loed, the writer of “The Long Halloween”, expanded the rhyme with words about the weather instead of life.
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October 29, 2008 at 8:11 pm (Stories)
Tags: 4chan.org, creepy, Creepypasta, girl with red shoe, halloween, picture, Sailor Mars, The Photograph, Tom
One school day, a boy named Tom was sitting in class and doing math. It was six more minutes until after school. As he was doing his homework, something caught his eye.
His desk was next to the window, and he turned and stared outside. It looked liked a picture. When it was home time at the school, he ran to the spot where he saw it. He ran fast so that no one else could grab it.
He picked it up and smiled. It had a picture of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had a dress with tights on and red shoes, and her hand was formed into a peace sign.
She was so beautiful he wanted to meet her, so he ran all over the school and asked everyone if they knew her or have ever seen her before. But everyone he asked said “no.” He was devastated.
When he was home, he asked his older sister if she knew the girl, but unfortunately she also said “no.” It was very late, so Tom walked up the stairs, placed the picture on his bedside table and went to sleep.
In the middle of the night Tom was awakened by a tap on his window. It was like a nail tapping. He got scared. After the tapping he heard a giggle. He saw a shadow near his window, so he got out of his bed, walked toward his window, opened it up and followed the giggling. By the time he reached it, it was gone.
The next day again he asked his neighbors if they knew her. Everybody said, “Sorry, no.” When his mother came home he even asked her if she knew her. She said “no.” He went to his room, placed the picture on his desk and fell asleep.
Once again he was awakened by a tapping. He took the picture and followed the giggling. He walked across the road, when suddenly he got hit by a car. He was dead with the picture in his hand.
The driver got out of the car and tried to help him, but it was too late. Suddenly he saw the picture and picked it up. He smiled. He saw a cute girl holding up three fingers.
It must be Sailor Mars Buhahahaha!
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October 26, 2008 at 3:15 pm (Stories)
Tags: backyard, creepy, Creepypasta, halloween, loose murderer, murderer, unusual
This is actually well done!!
You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose. You look out the sliding glass doors to your backyard, and you notice a man standing out in the snow. He fits the profile of the murderer exactly, and he is smiling at you. You gulp, picking up the phone to your right and dialling 911. You look back out the glass as you press the phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer to you now. You then drop the phone in shock.
There are no footprints in the snow. It’s his reflection.
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October 26, 2008 at 1:40 pm (Stories)
Tags: Angel, Babysitter, creepy, Creepypasta, halloween, horror, Short Story, unusual
Halloween!! Another Creepypasta that I thought it was well done. Enjoy the “Angel”
A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the two children were already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the children. Later that night, the babysitter got bored and went to watch TV, but she couldn’t watch it downstairs because they did not have cable downstairs (the parents didn’t want children watching too much garbage). So, she called them and asked them if she could watch cable in the parent’s room. Of course, the parents said it was ok, but the babysitter had one final request… she asked if she could cover up the angel statue outside the bedroom window with a blanket or cloth, at the very least close the blinds, because it made her nervous. The phone line was silent for a moment, and the father who was talking to the babysitter at the time said, “Take the children and get out of the house… we will call the police. We do not have an angel statue.”
The police found all three of the house occupants dead within three minutes of the call. No angel statue was ever found.
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October 25, 2008 at 9:36 pm (Stories)
Tags: 4chan.org, Creepypasta, Dog, halloween, horror, lick, scary, terrifying, The Tongue
Another creepypasta!! This is actually my first creepypasta that I have read and also the most disturbing and terrifying. I remember reading at my friend’s house, who was a big fan of 4chan.org. It was also dark and his room was really small and I was reading it at his laptop. After reading the last sentence, shiver pass through my spine and I was looking at the story again with horrific images in my mind. It was that creepy. Hopefully, you guys will enjoy “The Tongue”.
A young girl is left home alone with only her dog to protect her. When night approaches, she locks all the doors and tries to lock all the windows but one won’t close.
She decides to leave it unlocked and goes to bed. Her dog takes its customary place under her bed.
In the deep of night she awakens to a dripping sound coming from the bathroom. The girl is too scared to go check so she reaches her hand under the bed. She feels a reassuring lick from her dog and falls back to sleep. She reawakens to the dripping sound, reaches her hand down to the dog where she feels the reassuring lick and falls back to sleep. Once more she awakens to the dripping sound. She reaches her hand down and feels the lick of her dog.
Now curious about the dripping sound, she gets up and slowly walks towards the bathroom, the dripping sound getting louder as she approaches. She reaches the bathroom and turns on the light. She is greeted by a horrific sight; hanging from the shower nozzle is her dog with its throat slit open and its blood dripping into the bathtub.
Something on the bathroom mirror catches her eye she turns around. Written on the bathroom mirror in her dog’s blood are the words “HUMANS CAN LICK TOO”.
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October 23, 2008 at 4:18 pm (Stories)
Tags: 4chan.org, Creepypasta, Dipta, fear, halloween, horror, scary, Short Story, terrifying, the corner, Throat
Since Halloween is coming soon, like about a week, I decided to post some creepypasta that I thought were great and quite terrifying. Creepypasta are paranormal and scary short stories and I believe it was popular in 4chan.org, that is where I first read them. Because I found it in 4chan.org, most of the stories were anonymous; therefore, I can steal it haha. This story, The Corner, made me write my own story, Turns to the Corner. If you haven’t read it, you can read it in my wordpress. Anyways, start reading “The Corner”.
If you stand alone at the corner of Church St. and Market St. in Charleston, South Carolina at 3 AM, you see a man coming down Church St. wearing a black hat and black cape with stringy white hair and weathered skin. He’ll stop at one of the two corners directly across from where you are standing and start to walk the corner directly opposite from where he is standing. When he reaches about halfway (dead center of the intersection) and nobody else has arrived, he’ll stop, turn, and look directly at you.
If you do not blink for roughly 20-30 seconds he’ll tip his hat to you and walk along his way, disappearing into the dark shadows of the trees that line the streets. Nobody knows what happens if you follow him.
If you do blink before he tips his hat, the very first thing you will see is the man standing directly in front of you. He’ll grin maliciously at you and draw a blade hidden in the shaft of the cane and slash you across your throat, but you will not feel a thing. You will, however, pass out and remain in a comatose state until the sun rises over the horizon.
For the next six nights, you will have a recurring dream of the man walking down the street, appearing suddenly before you, and slashing your throat. On the seventh night, the events will replay the same up until he stops in the middle of the intersection. At this point, he’ll say, “It’s been fun playing with you, boy, but now it’s time for you to go. Don’t ever let me see you again.” He’ll then tip his hat and walk away before you wake up.
Nobody knows what happens if you visit the corner a second time.
My Short Story Turns to the Corner
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October 19, 2008 at 2:16 pm (Les articles en Français, Poems/ Quotes)
Tags: accident, Automne, café, Dipta Nath Chowdhury, francais, Jacque Prèvert, l'amour, La Grasse Matinée, L’après-midi Amoureux, Leah Mamane, poème, projet, Sue Kim
Au café, à la même place
Deux amoureux s’assoient face à face
Ils boivent leur café
Qui est sucré comme l’amour
Un après-midi d’automne
Les amoureux font une marche
À l’autre côte de la rue, ils voient un parc
Embrassée des couleurs jaune, rouge et orange
Les feuilles forment des cœurs
Les oiseaux chantent une douce mélodie
Cette brillante image mène le couple au parc
La fille l’adore et veut se rendre plus proche
Le couple s’embrasse en harmonie et décide de traverser la rue
Le garçon l’embrasse et la tient dans ses bras
Pour demander, << est-ce que tu m’aimes ?>>
La fille cherche sa réponse et se demande
Soudainement, quelque chose de terrible arrive, un accident
Dans l’air, le café-crème arrosé de sang
Ces couleurs blanches et rouges fusionnent
En portrait de petits pétales de rose
La blonde pleure de sa tragédie
Et elle crie, <Pourquoi lui? Pourquoi lui?>
Les gens voient la scene
Et il y n’a pas de rĂ©ponse Ă sa question
Les deux amoureux qui s’assoyaient face à face
Ne sont plus Ă la mĂŞme place.
-Dipta Nath Chowdhury, Sue Kim et Leah Mamane
C’est un projet on doit faire pour Français. L’idĂ©e et les imagines sont tout par moi. Ce poème est aussi un rĂ©fĂ©rence de Jacque Prèvert’s <<La Grasse MatinĂ©e>>.
En Anglais:
This is a project that we have to make for French. The ideas and the images are made by me. The poem is also a reference to Jacque Prèvert’s “La Grasse MatinĂ©e”.
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October 18, 2008 at 1:22 am (Others, Poems/ Quotes)
Tags: Beef, comedian, Hari Kondabolu, Hindu, India, joke, mokumentary, racist joke, Russel Peter, Sugar Sammy, Zia Mohajerjasbi
Eatting a sandwich
Hindu
Eatting a beef sandwich
Hindon’t
Have sex after marriage
Hindu
Eatting beef
Hindon’t!
Riding a rickshaw
Hindu
Riding a cow
HINDON’T!!!
That is beef!! It’s Beef!
-Hari Kondabolu as Manoj Krishnamurthy
This is from Zia Mohajerjasbi’s mockumentary film called Manoj. It is about a stereotypical Indian who happened to be a rising comedian. I think the film itself is well done, not because it’s funny but also, true. We are giving example of other comedian such as Russel Peter and Sugar Sammy who are giving away racist joke. In result, many people think they are the best comedian because they are making fun of themselves and their heritage culture. I can’t say it’s a bad thing though it shouldn’t be the most funniest thing in the world. Like come on be serious!
If you want to see this mockumentary, you can see it in vimeo:
Click here
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October 17, 2008 at 4:41 am (Les articles en Français, Others)
Tags: bon, francais, french, karma, la vie, life is good, Montrealer, positif, positive
Salut tout monde!! Je veux ta dire que j’aime la vie et j’aime toujour la vie. Penses-tu de Karma? parce que je suis. Donc, toujour faire les choses positifs, c’est fun et aussi bon pour toi! haha
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October 17, 2008 at 4:13 am (Stories)
Tags: creepy, Dipta, Dress, excerpt, halloween, horror, October, PJ Harvey, script, story
This is an excerpt of a story that I thought about 8 months ago but I never had the chance to finish it, I simply don’t know how to end it. Anyways, I wanted to make it as script instead of a short story because I wanted to plan it as a movie. Because October is the month of horror, and fun, I decided to post this since it has that similar aspects. I hope you guys enjoy this unfinished story yet an excerpt [kind of Ironic]. The name of this story is “Turns to the Corner”.
‘We’ as the camera (remember it was supposed to be a script)
While he was walking, we see that he is listening to music, minding his own business and he simply wants to go back home. In the next block, he first encounters a man. He wasn’t strange but he was well dress and a handsome man. Jake did not care or bother look at him, he was into his music (PJ Harvey- Dress :p). The the man turns to the corner.
At the next block, we see another man. As we approach to the block, we soon realized that it was the same man; the same clothing and the same look. Jake saw him but he had a weird feeling but did not pay attention to him again. Then we see the man turns to the corner again.
Afterward, to the next block, Jake took off his headset or ear phones, fearing that his battery will warn off. We see another figure and this time Jake look at him. Again, it was the same man but this time he was staring at Jake with an expressionless facial. Jake was shock the fact he saw him from before and the stare made him feel uncomfortable. The stare did startle Jake and while it startled him, the man again turns to the next corner. Jake look back for a long pause then he shake his head unbelieving what happened. He believes he was being disillusion and it was another man who dress like the previous guy.
So, he decided to walk fast and when he looks up, he saw nothing. Then he checks his watch to see the time. After seeing the time, he looks up and again he encounters the man but this time the man made a grin on his face, telling him it did happened. Jake is petrified and this time he ask him if he was following him. The man did not answer instead he still has that wicked grin and looked away. He does his usually routine, turns to the corner.
… there’s more but I thought I should end there. Hopefully, you guys enjoyed it.
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October 17, 2008 at 2:45 am (Poems/ Quotes, Stories)
Tags: Atheist, Crazy, Difinition, Dipta, Earrings, funny, God, Hinduism, religion, Sex role
Man who has Earrings are Crazy
God has Earrings;
Therefore, God is Crazy.
-Dipta Nath Chowdhury
This is after a discussion with my uncles about my earrings. My Great Uncle, my mother’s uncle, said to me that I was crazy for having earrings. He wasn’t serious, it was meant to be funny. Though, one of my uncle, who is an atheist, told me about a comedian mentions about god’s wealth. I don’t remember what was the joke about. I think it has something to do with a poor man who died because he had no money and at paradise, he ask god why he didn’t help him. Since God is wearing wealthy cloths and jewels, why couldn’t he help the poor fellow. God had no responds. Though, what made it funner is that God is wearing earrings. Both me and my uncle said it at the same time that god is hence crazy because he has earrings and for some reason he is not able to help other since he has great “power”.
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December 3, 2008 at 6:58 pm (Others)
Tags: Addication, AIDS, Angelina Jolie, beautiful, drugs, friend, Gia Carangi, guilty, heroin, high school, innocent, Model, Sad
Today, I was looking at some scenes in Gia. The film is a biography of a supermodel named Gia Carangi, who is played by Angelina Jolie. Gia started modeling at the age 17 and then she went really big until drugs such as heroin took over her. Which is the film is focusing on and also, the film focuses on her sexually orientation, she happened to be a lesbian. I haven’t seen the film but having to see some scenes from the movie, I had to look at the real Gia. 
When I found her, I thought to myself, this girl is very beautiful. I mean naturally beautiful and I can’t really image her doing these things. It prompted her to get AIDS and eventually, die from it. It’s sad to see her picture of her looking innocent yet, her action through out her fashion was not. She cried for drugs, she was aggressive and violent for not having it, she had track mark (noticeable injection mark) on her skin, being lazy and all this negative actions made the people, who knew her in person, didn’t bother visit her in the hospital and her funeral. Until, a photographer, Francesco Scavullo, heard the news a week later and made a mass. Like I have said, it’s really sad to hear this girl or anybody going through like this.
Also today, I simply found out that one of my friend from high school is going to Tokyo to do her modeling. I was so happy the fact that she is actually modeling and jealousy the fact that she is going to Tokyo. I heard she is going to live alone with other model and that she might stay there for a while. However, after learning about Gia Carangi’s article (I read it before), I hope that my friend might not follow the same path as her. I know my old friend won’t but I fear it can happened to anyone. Doesn’t matter if you’re too good or been in a traditional family, addiction can honestly kill you and your life. Everybody knows that yet, I still think nobody knows it still. I want to enjoy the things I like to do, not be addicted to it and avoid things that cause addiction. Addiction is not fun and it is something that will make you always depend on it. Be Independent! Doesn’t matter if you had to prove yourself as a man or you wanted to prove someone that you can handle it, you may have a negative consequence that when you’re sober or get older, you will regret it. Or may not even get the chance to regret it.
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November 30, 2008 at 9:51 pm (Poems/ Quotes)
Tags: boys next door, cannibal, cooking, erotic, Kaori Yuki, Manga, Shonen-ai, Yaoi, youtube
No problem! Kill me!
But only if after you do, you cook me for a night and a day…
make me into a stew.
Afterward, you suck my bones clean.
When my entire body has been eaten by you, I can finally become your blood and flesh
Then I will belong entirely to you…
If we join together like this,
you will be able to reach my heart.
-Lawrence Hill
I made a video focuses on this excerpt. Click on this link to view it A favorite scene of Boys Next Door
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