Internet: 20 year anniversary

Friday, March 13, 2009

20 years ago from today is the first day the idea of the internet came into light. I still remember the first time I was introduced to the internet some 12 years back (I was what.. 11 then?). I then discovered the world of “e-mail”. I was astonished when I was told I could get an account for free. Being the kid I was, I remember how I thought the “offer” would run out and I ended up getting five different accounts with one oh-so-weird password. Titanic was big then I decided it was big enough to be my password. (For the morons out there who’re going to try hacking into my e-mail, forget it- the password is as long gone as Leonardo Dicaprio.)

Fast forward 12 years later and now, at 23, I can’t imagine what life would be like without the internet. Heck.. I’d be handicapped without it! My notes, presentations, research work, all the information I could never need, want and have.. all at the tip of my fingertips. Gosh.. you won’t be here reading this if it weren’t for the internet. I used to think I could travel the world without moving an inch by reading books. I stood to be corrected and correct I was. World wide web indeed, aye? You betcha.

As world-wide as it may be, there are places out there where people find it hard to obtain electricity. Computers, internet and what not are unheard of and I’m convinced when introduced to it, people might even be consider it be witchcraft and sorcery! Magical? Maybe not to us ungrateful idiots. We take things for granted without realizing how easy it makes life.

Use or abuse- the choice is yours. Remember.. ignorance is bliss but knowledge is power. Instead of getting your monkey out and spanking it while you watch something that tickles your fancy, spare a thought for those who aren’t as fortunate as you are and do what you can for the development of a school in say Africa or something. That way, the world wide web can be as wide-spread :).

(Ps. Been extremely busy and can’t find time to sleep even. My apologies for not being able to update. For those who sent me e-mails, thank you for your concern. :) Y’all keep well now and have a great one. -Maya)


Saturday, November 22, 2008

We medical students have had our fair share of chemistry. Organic chemistry, inorganic chemistry, biochemistry... you name it, we’ve been through it. Many had tough times with it while a few lucky ones like myself who have a penchant for it, breezed through it. We all agree on one thing though- reactions are always balanced.

I lay in bed, easing into hubby’s hands, resting my head on his chest, feeling his abundant chest hair (yummy!) tickle my nose. I inhaled deeply his masculine scent- one that both comforts me and drives me wild, tempting me into sin.

You see.. I’ve always had this acute sense of smell- one where I could literally smell someone familiar meters away as if I was some german shepherd. Every smell soon gets itched in. Alot of my memories are either triggered by or have a particular scent or aroma accompanying them. His scent caused a chemical reaction in me.

I ran my fingers through his chest, thinking about everything we’ve been through- about how we met for the first time- how our eyes met and how we kept bumping into each other four times randomly over a period of time.. about how he we finally decided to sit down and talk.. about how he could stand the hyper me.. about how he’d keep me company on the phone till I fell asleep ‘cos I was (and still am) afraid of the dark.. about how we had the incredible urge to kiss and hold each other but never acted on it.. about how we texted each other throughout a movie as we didn’t want to risk being thrown out for being loud.. about how he wept like a baby sometime after our breakup, telling me he loved and couldn’t do well without me.. about how on our first night in bed, he put his own pleasure on hold and said “Take all the time you need before you feel ready to give yourself to me- be it a week, a month or a year”... about how we sat down about how I fought with him and how he’d just stay amazed, smiling as he’d go “You’re beautiful when you’re angry too.”

I could never stay angry with him- after all, I’ve never had a legitimate reason to do so. I mean who was I kidding? Everything just pales away into insignificance. We overcame all these adversities. We had it going for us.. we were what people wanted.. we were what we wanted.. we were what I wanted. His love, compassion and patience caused a chemical reaction in me.

I remembered how my feelings echoed that of Ally McBeals’ a couple of months before: it wasn’t about me wanting a man- was about me wanting a partner.. a partner to go through life with and because I’m heterosexual, it happens to limit the field to men at least if I want to make love and I do. I like making love and if that makes me weak, tough, I want to be weak. I want a partner! I want to make love! I want a house with furniture.. I want to have a baby, I wanna have all of it. I want to get fatter. I want to wear maternity dresses. I want to stick my legs up, get two shots of pitocin and spit the little thing out right between my thighs and then have him suck on my breasts with daddy standing there the whole time playing the camcorder. That is what I wanted. And instead of sitting back, hoping for it to happen, I was going to make it happen.

It was when I stopped trying though, did things actually take off. He came into my life when I was least expecting it. Our personalities catalyzing the reaction as passion heated and speed it up greatly. As shy as he was, he warmed up when he realized his love and desire to get know me outweighed his shyness. I alone didn’t make it happen- we made it happen- our chemistry made it happen. Fast forward and here we are today- in love, together, smelling like each other. It takes two hands to clap. I was inert, yes but not when it came to him- I reacted, I craved and continue to crave him.

My stomach felt queasy- its the damn sickness again.. I felt like throwing up. He instinctively moved his hands over my stomach, rubbing it gently. Warmth enveloped me. I basked in his love. I did feel better. I wondered how he felt what was going on despite being in a deep slumber. If this isn’t chemistry, I don’t know what it is. My soul maginfies his’ and I rejoiced in him. He is the reason for my chemistry.

So what is chemistry might you ask? It is the science of love. It is the alchemy of the soul. It is where one action has its own reaction- one that cannot be forced. It is where that one spark alone gets the fire going, lighting the flames of passion. It is the very essence of life. That’s what chemistry is. That’s what chemistry does. That’s what chemistry feels like- intoxicating, warm, robust and undying.

Chemistry: you either have it or you don’t.

Chinese Comdome-d Hairbands

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

"Necessity is the mother of all inventions" they say. This gives it a whole new meaning. Perhaps the Chinese have taking recycling a bit too far?

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Ps. No, those aren't my hands!

I'm not sure about you girls out there but I sure don't particularly enjoy getting my hair starched.

About Maya

Thursday, October 16, 2008


A writer, an artist, a social and human rights activist and a citizen of the world. How did a 20-something year old medical student get all mish-mashed? I have no idea. Heck... if I knew, it wouldn’t be a question anymore! Call me the Jill of all trades but I’d much prefer to be known as a Renaissance Woman.

Art, biology, chemistry, history, languages, law, literature, political science, psychology, spirituality.. you name it and I’m interested in it (probably except for cats, hikes, math and physics). I wanted to be a lawyer, a clinical psychologist, a detective and environmentalist once upon a time.

I used to hate getting into politics- discussing them, etc but things changed as I started to witness stupidity and injustice. I’m not a major political-buff but I do enjoy being well-informed- especially when it regards the Middle-East. I spend my free time watching documentaries on Al Jazzy, BBC, CNN and what not. Don’t be fooled though- I enjoy Grey’s Anatomy, Desperate Housewives, Will & Grace and a few other serials too!

I do my best to focus on the positive things in life and am a firm believer in the power of the mind. Thoughts create reality. What you think is what you create. The outer world is merely a symbolic representation of that which is within. Living my life with gratitude is very important to me and I therefore start & end the day with meditation.

All my relationships are blissful and filled with love. Support, compassion, understanding and acceptance are some of the words that resonate with my relationships. I destroy my enemies when I make them my friends.

After I'm done with med school, I hope to do my residency in pediatrics. I love children and hope to build homes for them around the world. They won't be orphans anymore- they have God & me!

Maya Profile

52 Things You Didn’t Know About Me:

1. I’m 1.85m tall without heels.
2. I don’t enjoy scrubbing into surgeries.
3. I’m vegetarian.
4. I’m so hyper, I could bring Jesus down.
5. I have a Bachelors in sweetness, a Masters in seduction and a PhD in sarcasm.
6. I can’t sleep unless I’m under a comforter- even in the summers.
7. I melt at any temperature above 24 deg C.
8. I don’t engage in pre-marital sex.
9. I love ginger candy.
10. I don’t believe in polygamy.
11. I eat orange peel and love it.
12. I prefer soy milk to plain milk. Flavored milk is ok and no, I’m not lactose intolerent.
13. I lived in Singapore for 13 years.
14. My right pinky got dislocated when I was 14 and I didn’t get it popped back.
15. I think effervescent multi-vitamins taste better when they’re eaten.
16. I had the biggest crush on Captain Planet once upon a time.
17. I share the same birthday with my mother- she got married two days before her 19th birthday and gave birth to me on her 20th birthday.
18. Acting & public speaking is in my blood- my mom had her own TV show when she was 17/18 & was a known debater. Daddy is a well-respected public speaker.
19. My mouth never takes a holiday.
20. I abso-freggin-lutely love children.
21. I cannot stand injustice of any form.
22. I’m highly-opinionated.
23. I love spicy food.
24. I love to eat green apples with salt.
25. I love ginger ale- its my favorite drink ever.
26. I’m not a breakfast person. I just can’t eat so early in the morning.
27. The arabic is speak is a mixture of the Lebanese & Kuwaiti dialects.
28. I’m highly intuitive.
29. I know what its like to live alone and I don’t quite enjoy it.
30. I think Dr. Phil needs to see himself.
31. I meditate.
32. I enjoy reading.
33. I love watching serials and documentaries alike. Romantic comedies, medical drama and reenactments, women’s issues and Middle-Eastern documentaries fuel me.
34. I shared lollipops with my brother Bruno, a german shepherd.
35. Bruno was put to sleep because he suffered from severe arthritis, a slip-disc and couldn’t walk.
36. I may come across as someone who’s really strong and determined and may intimidate people but I’m a softie at heart- really sensitive too.
37. I don’t enjoy hiking.
38. My tongue and brain are weirdly-connected. After tasting something, I work backwards & re-create its recipe.
39. I dislike cats despite the fact that a pregnant one came up to me and coaxed me into rubbing her belly for her while I was playing table-tennis.
40. I cannot study unless I use my own hand-written notes and unless my place is clean.
41. I started drinking coffee at 22 and a half years old and I really enjoy a cuppa in the morning.
42. I have zero interest in American politics and don’t follow it (no, never followed the elections either).
43. I have a little sister.
44. I’m pro-plastic surgery. (No, haven’t had any.)
45. I love french manicures.
46. My eye-makeup is always dramatic & I don’t like using various colors.
47. I love the smell of henna.
48. I think Ally Mcbeal would've had it better if she became a lesbian.
49. I love tea with Persian sugar (heat sugar + water + saffron and pour it into a big plate and break it into pieces when it has cooled down and solidified.)
50. I love singing and I've been told I sound like Elissa, LOL. There's a difference, obviously.
51. I overcome fear with the wish to really help people. I want to to places like Gaza and Iraq where they really need medical help.
52. I have a penchant for languages and speak Arabic, English, Hindi, Italian, Romanian and Tamil. I understand some Chinese, Malay, Spanish and French and but am less fluent (just like my Hindi & Tamil). I picked up most of the languages from watching loads of soaps and movies on TV :D

About the V Monologues

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

In a world where it is so easy to connect with one another, we still remain very much disconnected. There is a whole world of wonder out there that we cannot appreciate. Writing is my way of reaching the world. I may not literally be able to travel to every single country and talk to every single person but I do know that one place we all meet- Cyberia.

You’re probably one of those people who happened to be shocked by the almost-cliche’ title of my blog. Why the vagina? Because its not about the breasts and its not about the pee-pee. I firmly believe in the power of the coochie. No, we women not better or worse than men but we are generally more feeling-oriented. In this extremely macho world, people suppress and subsequently lose their own femininity. This blog is dedicated to the revival and encouragement of the feminine qualities of authenticity, beauty, compassion, empathy, love, service, sharing, sincerity, trust and truthfulness keeping in mind that even if a man were to function at his highest peak of intelligence, he would have to be guided by his heart- his inner-female if you will.

“The Vagina Monologues- Tales of the Hole Every Person Should Have.” is my fourth attempt at blogging. The first three blogs were merely dabbles where I didn’t commit as much effort nor energy as I would’ve liked to. I also lost my way in this little journey of mine and went off-tangent with regards to my life purpose. My sense of purpose is re-instilled, my soul is revived and this blog has been resurrected. The pen is mightier than the sword they say. I say its the keyboard. This blog is a living testimony of that.

Do enjoy your stay and be blessed.

Yours coochie-woochie-ly,

Where Do Women Pee From?

Monday, October 6, 2008

I was having a gynecological discussion with a couple of people and all of a sudden we started talking about where women pee from. I was shocked to discover that a whole bunch of morons didn't know where women pee from! Oh and dig this- many of them were women and medical students themselves!

The Vah-Jay-Jay

Alright so where does a woman pee from? No googling.
A. Clitoris
B. Urethral Opening
C. Vagina
D. Anus

Answer: B: Urethral opening.
Clitoris: An erectile tissue with no substantial physiological function besides sexual function.
Vagina: Distends to envelop the male's penis during sexal intercourse. It is the receptacle for sperm, the passage way for menstrual blood, vaginal discharge and the fetus during childbirth.
Anus: Where bodily waste is excreted from.

Eid Mubarak

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Eid Mubarak
Ps. Don't take the 'biatches' literally :P