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In moments of darkness, look to the sky.

2007-03-25T06:30:00.000-07:00

it takes little...

2007-02-04T03:13:00.000-08:00

" Slavery isn't dead. You just don't recognize it anymore"

It takes little...to reclaim your life.

The price of perfection

2006-10-13T02:47:00.000-07:00

I have 2 expensive watches – Tag Heuer & Omega. Let me clarify that never in my right mind would I pay so much for a watch – these are my dads. Sometime early this year the Omega started acting up. It started running quicker by about a minute a day. I ignored it at first but then every week it would be offset by 5 mins! That’s quite a bit. So I figured maybe its time to do some sort of service on its mechanism. Till then I shifted to the Tag. Now after a while I noticed the same problem with the Tag! Strange.

At first I began conjuring theories on why this is happening only to the watches I wear. I figured I may have an inherent magnetic field strong enough to alter the mechanisms of anything around me if exposed to me for a significant continuous time period. A little warped I agree – but I did consider it.

Sometime back, I was at HajiAli and noticed the Authorized service centre for all these swiss brands so I decided to quiz them on my issue. I told him about my problem. The conversation was such

Sales dude – Sir, yours is an automatic watch while regular watches are all quartz. Automatic is far superior technology
Me – Then how come its showing the wrong time
Sales dude –Sir, your watch is 99.9% accurate
Me – So whats quartz? 100% ?
Sales dude – No sir, you are probably comparing your watch with your home clock, car clock etc..those are all quartz and those watches are wrong. Your watches are accurate – its just that the world is dominated by quartz watches hence it seems like your watch is the wrong one.

Interesting explanation. For a brief moment I thought that was the price one has to pay for perfection. But on giving it some more thoought - What crap!. My watch just needs to be serviced – Its been with me for almost 5 years dammit. And I know I’ve not been running on the wrong time for the last 5 years!

Wah Air India!

2006-10-12T04:05:00.000-07:00

For the Dry-Day (Oct. 2nd) weekend I decided to head out to Dubai. Plenty of friends out there, a long weekend and over 3 years since I visited the place - enough reasons (not that I needed so many :) The trip was fantastic, and I'll put a post on that sometime soon too, but the real highlight would have to be my return journey on our very own Air India.

After this, it was evident why it was running into financial difficulties.
Lets start with the check-in at DXB airport. The guy over the counter was unbelievably slow. Relatively, the Air France counter next to mine, SIX people got their boarding pass before I got mine. SIX! And there was only one guy ahead of me. Imagine! The fellow seemed new, but he had avid arrogance about him which said 'Im a government employee - you can't touch me'. So not only did he take his own sweet time trying to read and understand what was written on the ticket, at no point of time did he seemed bothered that it took him 5 attempts to type my name into the Comp.

I picked up an Isi Miyake (is that how its spelt?). They promptly stopped me at the Boarding gate stating that no liquids were allowed on board as hand baggage. I remember that this came into being after the recent discovery of the London bombing threat. But then it turns out that Air India was the ONLY airlines at that time still enforcing it. I ofcourse got myself a refund but there were very unhappy, very vocal malayalees who weren't willing to part with their 3 bottles each of Johnny Walker. One guy, after creating quite a scene, finally got it on board. Think he gifted one of them a bottle. So much for security.

Now this is where the real fun begins. Our Air Host/Hostess are 2 extremely grumpy looking senior citizens. The dude looked like Mr. Air India himself. Refer below.

I think he may have been recruited simply for his moustache. His tone seemed a little harsh when I overheard him talking to someone else. But i dismissed it thinking I was reading way too much into it. While they weere serving lunch, i realized I was spot on about his tone. The dude was unbelievably rude. He ran the place as though he was Vijay Mallya and we were flying Kingfisher. He refused to serve one guy drinks cause he felt the guy had 'had enough'. Which was one peg. He actually scolded me for putting my glass into the same tray as the lunch plate as this made it difficult for him to dispose. I am to give him the glass separately. I asked for sugar he said to make do with whats there cause he doesn't know where the sugar is or even if there is more sugar. He scolded one woman who put had dropped the pillow onto the floor.

Mind you these werent scoldings of a old grandfather level (in a sweet tone) but outright rude and harsh but at a low decibel. After landing, everyone promptly stood before the flight had stopped - noone really listens to the stay seated warnings right - this dude was yelling right from the back -YELLING -asking people to sit - 'did you not hear the announcement?'. Everyone finally did sit but now they all turned on their cell phones. Promptly he started yelling about the cell phone to remain switched off till one if off the aircraft. Ofcourse noone bothered too much so to make an example I suppose he started yelling at this one guy. It was crazy!
He was better fit to run primary school. I still dont know why they need to keep cell phones off after landing and before getting off the plane.

Evident that noone prefers to fly them simply cause their service sucks. Period. But i guess like me, everyone was trying to save a buck.

Getaway

2006-08-22T02:06:00.000-07:00

Made a day trip to lonavla. Was surprisingly fun. It was so misty that most of the journey in the mountain ghats were with blinkers & lights on and at cautious speeds. Could barely see 15 feet ahead.
Went on an impromptu trek, the place was PACKED with ppl, thanks to I-day hoilday. The whole of maharashtra seemed to be there. The view was scary from the top, but looked good from below :D

No more claims..

2006-08-17T05:33:00.000-07:00

I am Back. And I have plans to remain for a while..but Im not going to claim it.
Historically, everytime I have claimed it, its backfired.

Its been a slow day at work. Just been going through various Car & Bike forums. been fun, but also kinda dull. Variety IS the spice of life.

Think I'll go play some squash.

Germany - 1 : BERLIN!

2005-10-22T05:18:00.000-07:00

Our entire trip began with Berlin and we were real lucky at that. We had assumed the Malmo-Berlin train reservation would not be a problem. After the train arrived we saw that it was only sleeper coaches! and it was quite a tiny train! Luckily..and i mean LUCKILY we got the last 9 spots available. Imagine that. Cost us 15 Euro pax thanks to the Eurorail pass.

Believe it or not, this train spend more time at sea than on land :) Turns out to leave scandinavia the fastest mode is through Ferry; so this train boards a huge ferry.

It carries trucks, cars and god knows what else and was 7 storeys high. Pretty cool stuff.

Right, so we arrive at Berlin at some unearthly hour like 6am. Then we learnt an important lesson. Make reservations :)
3 guys split up and went looking for acco. Fortunately they got it without too much fight. It was a pretty cosy place and cost us some 15 euro/night. Good deal in all.

Berlin has lotsa architecture and a active night life...

..Couple of hot chicks as well.

We just walked about most of the while. All the famous places were kinda on the same long road. On the way we bumped into some Pakistani fella selling general touristy cool stuff; Russian Army caps and belts from WWII, handcuffs and stuff like that. It was fun to bargain, in Hindi that too :)
Right so Girish was eyeing these Handcuffs notoriously. After a whlie, once everyone was generally creating a ruckus on what to buy and bargaining and all, he quietly states his intent. Pays the man. Pockets the Cuffs. We all caught it though :)
Mane follows Suit (but he's pretty open about it). This is the beginning of a bond between the 2 that will strengthen in Munich (my next post :)
Chammi on the other hand didn't say a word during the whole thing. Watched. Smiled. Laughed. After we moved on, we checked around and saw Chammi is missing. Looking back we saw he was having a chat with the paki guy. he reached into his pocket handed the man something and took a brown bag in return. He tucked it safe within his 'Designed-for-the-Arctic' jacket and casually joined us.

So now we all headed for the parliament building. Its got a fabulous view from the top, we got in line for it. Now its the parliament so there is Xray screening and frisking and all :) The Xray guys were kinda shocked when the first pair of handcuffs showed up, then another. by the time Chammi's secret handcuffs showed up they were cracking up (amongst themselves :) Hahaha..frickin hilarious

Besdies the monuments, we also went to a Concentration Camp and the Zoo :D
Some pics below

Google Rocks

2005-10-19T12:37:00.000-07:00

It really is the most amazing company! Their entire approach is simple yet amazingly useful.
Well this thought isn't random.

When Manu & gang arrived here in Jonkoping they didnt have our address. If you see coupla posts back i had mentioned our exact coordinates on google earth, just for kicks really, but those guys actually tracked our place down using Google Earth!!

This coupled with all the innovative stuff they've launched..

Gmail: revolutionized the seemingly-saturated free webmail market
Picasa: Free easy to use and seriously feature packed Photo software
Google earth: mapping the whole planet!
Relevant text ads!
and of course...Google search itself!

and there are tons of more products out there which i havent tried and i saw a documentary of what all they plan to introduce! Phenomenol!

I guess its their whole idealogy that makes them winners.

Norway - Gods Own Country

2005-10-18T09:13:00.000-07:00

In Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, the creator of Earth mention that he received a prize for his picture-perfect creation of the Norwegian Fjords. I can verify that he did deserve it.

Norway IS God's Own Country. Awesomely beautiful. The pics will give you some idea.

Right so the 14 of us, from all over Europe, SOMEHOW managed to get organized and actually get going on our 2200km road trip across Norway and Sweden. We rented 3 cars.
Just for clarification, there was:
Manu, Shubha and Savvy from Nice
Ethan and Navya from Amsterdam
Tommy and Chammi from Germany
Mane from Copenhagen
and ofcourse Girish, Guhan, Vivek, Kata and I from Sweden
and oohh...almost forgot..Pukhu from Milan (we had to pick him up from Oslo Airport!)

Right so the first thing that happens to us after picking up the cars is a Parking Fine. Seriosuly. didn't really think that ppl here cared, but they seem to. So thats out first 500 Kr Fine.
Later on, Girish tries the same in Norway and Sandjeford airport while picking Pukhu: thats our second 500 Norwegian Kronor fine.(Mane was having his own fun with some locals at the airport)

While driving on those awesome expressways we were a 'little' cautious of the speed limits, that means we oversped most of the time. Girish's car got caught on the Radar Camera once and Mine once. so thats 2 more speeding fines..but we dont know how much cause they'll mail that. but you can expect the worst.

So after driving for about 600 kms from Jonkoping to Oslo, it occurs to us that we dont have a place to stay in Oslo. Not that it was some new revelation but we thought..Oh well..we'll go there and find a youth hostel.

After searching for a good 3 hours we turned up with nothing. nada. zilch. So we shifted to plan Z. Sleep in cars. Can you believe that we actually had to drive around and find a spot where there wasnt a parking charge for the night!

all 3 cars, all fogged up n all at Oslo central.

The journey from Oslo to Bergen was what the trip was really about. The drive was too good for words. The best thing about your own vehicle; you can stop whenever and wherever you want and enjoy the scenery.

The drive in itself was fun too, awesome bridges, ferry crossings and way too many tunnels..one even 25 km long!

Bergen was nice as well; but we barely spent any time in any of the cities. This was mostly a "road" trip.
Though we do have some memories of Bergen..

Trek!

2005-09-20T00:08:00.000-07:00

Our house is right on the boundary of a forest (of sorts). Trekking up, it opens out to a neatly concealed Lake. We went during the day, but it should be awesome at night.

Jönköping

2005-09-15T00:15:00.000-07:00

This is our town. A sleepy little place called Jönköping. Its very scenic, as is most of Sweden, very quiet and pleasant. Initially we were really put off by the fact that no one..NO ONE walked the streets! It seemed like a ghost town.
But then we caught the crowds in the peak of their cyclicality, not many but there is some sort of a crowd here.

Me and Girish spent the initial coupl-a days roaming about town trying to finish off with the formalities and some other stuff. We got totally raped in the bus fare! Its 20 Kronors one-way minimum..thats 120 Rs! Then we did some grocery shopping because the restaurant prices were just bloody expensive, not that supermarkets were cheap, but rather cheaper. Now we cook: all sorts of egg, Guhan tried pasta sometime back, girish tried maggi (which was a disaster), soup was good, ready-to-eat pizza (which we burnt).. and im sure we'll add more to the list of disasters soon enough. We are planning to learn how to cook Indian non-veg stuff soon :)

Yesterday afte a week of hunting, we finally found cycles. Second-hand cycles that is, for around 300 Kr a piece. Brand new ones costs approx. 3000 Kr! and believe me they are the same uncle-aunty cycles we see back home.

Now this is for the extremely lukkha.
If you have google earth, enter in the co-ordinates (57.7606228615, 14.1307130676) in the search toolbar to get a view of our house!
I love Google.

if you zoom out a little, you'll see this lake on the top-left of your screen. Our house is on the edge of a forest, if you trek through it you come to this hidden lake. Its really cool.

2005-09-12T00:19:00.000-07:00

The Journey:

Finally in Sweden. The journey has been long and on the whole pretty uninteresting. Slept through most of the flight to Milan. The Air-hostesses weren't all that great and the flight had no Personal Entertainment Systems. Fair enough for the prices we paid :)

The stop-over at Milan could have been more exciting, but we were in the Transit Area and they don't have too many shops. We just had breakfast there. After a 4-hour transit we boarded the flight to Stockholm.

Arlanda airport is so far out of the city, its probably illegal for Stockholm to claim it is a Stockholm airport. Its a good 45 km outside the city! after taking a shuttle to Stockholm, we faced another long and final jouney of 5 hours to Jonkoping.

After almost 22 hours of travel we finally reach the sleepy little town of Jonkoping. Fortunately we had someone receive us at the Centrum with the keys to our apartment, else we would have had to spend the night at a youth hostel or something...

note: always declare you are a student (and prove it) while travelling, else you will miss out on discounts...

Solidarity Yaar!

2005-08-24T04:12:00.000-07:00

sol·i·dar·i·ty : A union of interests, purposes, or sympathies among members of a group; fellowship of responsibilities and interests.

Ooty rocked. But more importantly it lead to identification of the COMrade's and creation of our charter PNC: Patriotic Nationalistic Comrades (pronounciation varies)
and ever more important, identification of the helpless Civilians.

For non-members and outsiders: Other ooty pics

Yalla Dubai!

2005-07-25T13:46:00.000-07:00

All the articles the media prints; showcases Dubai as some terrorist haven. A place where the cream of the terrorist training camps sit together and plan out annihilation strategies in their attempt of globalization.

I suspect each and every writer who portrays this image of Dubai; has not spent more than a day there. True, Dubai is home for many fugitives, but you have to respect the government cause they are not harboring terrorists; they’re encouraging privatization and competition(the building blocks of any growing economy). Their policies which invite businessmen to do what they do best is why most-wanted elsewhere becomes most sought-after in Dubai.

You have to admit; these fugitives are highly motivated, have surplus capital and are ofcourse, like all of us would like to earn a decent return. And just like most of us they also diversify their portfolio. Invest in some riskless assets and some more risky assets. So on one end they finance terrorism in some parts of the world and in other they invest in companies which sells electronics(at a retail level) imported at a tax-less cost from Singapore and Korea.

So why should the UAE government care about what these fugitives have been upto elsewhere in the world. Bottom line is, they don’t break the law in Dubai and they are contributing to the economy in a big way; Many of them run some of the fancies hotels in Dubai.

Here are 2 pics of Dubai taken 13 years apart.

Ok-Lah!

2005-07-24T04:26:00.000-07:00

I'm back!
I'm also torn; I want to make a claim that I shall blog more regularly now, but its that Jinx thing, you know?

I just had to dedicate one post to Singapore and more importantly, the one source of entertainment for me and the rest of NTU.

Vikas 'Baniya' Aggarwal.

After tormenting his juniors(enacting porno sequences for their viewing pleasure)and scaring his batchmates(indecent exposure)@ IITB he decided to go global. Singapore, here I come-lah!

After being warned by Tan-Chong tower management regarding my 'routine' presence at Girish's apartment, I had to choose between living alone but close to work or living far but with good company. I went with the latter, a choice well-paid off. Nothing like putting together 3 IITB hostel buddies together; the image of Indians falls even further in chinki eyes.

Many of us would know that when it comes to maaroing sutta, not everyone goes out and buys them , but rather borrows them. That happens here in India, where a pack costs about 30-40 bucks; Imagine the levels to which this concept of borrowing would fall to in Singapore where one pack costs 11$(300 bucks!) Baniya(the harami that he is) systematically planned his profit from a friends misery; while constantly reminding this 'friend' (name withheld for obvious reasons) of how he had been cheated by another friend, how unjust the world is etc, etc..precisely at the moment when he was going through a most sensitive matter of the heart. The poor fellow would get drawn in everytime...financing late night cab trips (1.5 time fare + 3$ calling charge) to the 24-hour 7-11 store spend 11$ on sutta , cab back. just so that Baniya(harami) could maaro sutta. :D

he stole that poster from a movie theatre. In singapore Vandalism has the penalty of lashing.

Bottom line, After 5 hours of sleep, 4 hours of commuting, 10 hours of work nothing beats coming home to Baniya. Thanks for the good times dude.

Addiction

2005-02-20T14:55:00.000-08:00

They say the first step to solving a problem, is admitting to it. So here goes. Yes, I am addicted to KFC.

It all started when I was 9 years old. Not old enough to remember the details of moving to a new city and a new country, but not young enough to remember the taste of my first ‘Finger Lickin’ Good’ Meal. What can I say..its been 13 years and I still get that same feeling; like my first time :)

While growing up, I had a McDonalds barely 50m from my building entrance. Soon another one came up also 50m from my building entrance, but in the opposite direction. Though I’m a hardcore KFC customer, I’ve probably spent enough time and money at McDonalds as well. But lets get one thing straight and clear : KFC is MUCH better than McDonalds.

The only reason I went to McDonalds was because of the proximity factor. KFC was a good 15 min walk, which in the Dubai heat and humidity will either kill you or leave you uncomfortably numb. Plus eating was a group activity, and since the majority lived near McDonalds, we usually ended up eating there. But I still managed to get enough KFC..how come you ask? Well McDonalds has one flaw.

They don’t Home Deliver. Its in keeping with their corporate belief that home delievered food is seldom warm enough and hence product quality takes a beating, hence no delivering. Before McDonalds came to India there was only one McDonalds outlet which home delivered; McDonalds@Wallstreet. Hey! Can you blame them?! Not just McDonalds, but a LOT of businesses have modified and abandoned all sorts of ‘corporate policies’ to adapt to the Wall Street way of life. As they say boys, Money talks ;)

McDonalds in Bombay is the only second place in the world where McDonalds home delivers. Can’t blame them, with Bombay traffic people will pay that extra 10 bucks to have it served to their door. Hats off to McDonalds management for realizing this.

Coming back to Dubai. KFC home delivered; hence many a dinner and evening snacks were spent lickin’ my finger. I think its time I threw in some numbers to give an estimate of how much KFC has profited from one single customer. On an avg I would eat KFC 5 times a week. I almost always had it on the both week-end days. Many dinners were spent ordering because my mom wouldn’t have made enough food during lunch such that leftovers would feed us. Funda being me and my bros ate in school, so the only person my mom made lunch for was my dad. My mom doesn’t eat, she claims to be dieting for 22 years…and couting. So out of the 5 weekdays, I ordered atleast 3 times. And over and above this I ate at McDonalds. So keeping count of how much junk food I ate is actually pretty ….pretty…sad. Mind you, Ive always been a thin boy though..with a little tyre :)

And since 1990, my addiction continues. In 2000, I ended up in Bombay. No KFC there  but they had McDonalds. So I made my peace with that. Right to my third year , McDonalds, the closest McDonalds was in Bandra. And I stayed in Powai. And on whims me and my roomie(and first love Ab: refer pic) would drive down to Bandra, a good 45 mins on traffic-ky days(17 kms away) just to have a bite.

So temporarily, McDonalds was my KFC patch. And it was fine, their burgers suck, but its better than nothing. Actually while at IIT, I ate more pizza than I did McDonalds. Dominos was right next door in Hiranandani. And they guaranteed delivery in under 30 mins(or its free!) In a 2 year period, including 4 months when I was out of the city, I ordered 250-odd pizzas. Yup Yup. After about a year, they’d recognize my voice and vice-versa. And conversation where mostly short and sweet.

Dominos: Hello, welcome to Dominos..today we are offering…
Me: Yo..Allen..its Monu here!
Dominos: Oh Hi Mr. Monu..how r u..shall I send the usual..
Monu: Yup
Dominos: Thank you for calling Dominos..Buh-byee

Short and Sweet.

Anyway..now getting back to McDonalds vs KFC. So after college I ended up here I Bangalore :D

Believe it baby, that I went straight from the Airport to KFC whenever I came to this City :)

And fortunately for me , there happens to be a KFC damn close by in Forum. So as would be expected, I hang out there a lot. So initially in my first sem, I went there quite a bit. No worries and never gave it a second though. Then sometime somewhere someone mentioned something about eating a lot of junk food and its ill effects on health. And that got me thinking..this stuff is so deep fried, it surely is bad for me. Actually I figured it was bad for me because it taste’s so darn good. This is a generic rule that I figured, that anything that taste’s good is Bad for you. Think about it…Chocolates, Ice-cream, Sugar, Butter Chicken, Cheese…
All Bad!!
And KFC taste’s so damn good..means….:(

So I made it a point to cut down on my consumption. So about a month back I took an oath that I would not eat KFC for a month.

I’ve eaten there about 9 times now. In my defense, of the 9 times, I ate there only thrice out of addiction and innate want for KFC, the other times I had no choice but to eat there. Everyone else was eating there or there was no other place to eat etc…

Actually some to think of it…am I really addicted to KFC or to junk food??
Ah fuck it. Who cares. I aint that fat and I don’t think ill ever get that fat and if I do, I’ll lose it. So screw it..I’ll keep eating junk till I see noticeable changes in my physique.

Thank you Colonel Sanders

bike it Baby

2005-02-07T21:27:00.000-08:00

You can bet on this…The first thing I’m gonna do once I’m no longer unemployed, is start saving up for a bike. Not just any bike, one of those MEAN MACHINES. Those imported Honda’s/Yamaha’s/Suzuki’s.

I love bikes. Even though the pollution and discomfort(as opposed to a car) gets to you, a part of you would still like to be a biker.

My first bike was my CBZ. We called her Trinity.

She was sporty and sexy. It took a LOT of effort to convince my dad to lemme have a bike, considering that at the time I didn’t have a license(not that it matters!), Didn’t have any experience driving on the road, and I had only just learnt how to ride. But I managed to convince them 

If I didn’t have trinity I doubt I would have even attended ANY of my lectures. My department was about 1.6 kms away! At the end of 4 years , I’d done about 40,000 kms on my baby. But thenI couldn’t take it with me to Bangalore: had to give it to my bro Shanu(Refer pic)

The CBZ was one successful bike. No one could have imagined its success, it was launched at a phenomenal price(at the time) of 70K and it have a pathetic mileage of 35 something. But all in all, it looked good and drove well, and it started the growth of the Indian biking scene.

I honestly believed it was the best bike in India. Ofcourse everyone thinks his bike is the best..but I REALLY believed it was. That’s until I got my thunderbird. We called him Mustafa.

I’d already fixed a deal with my dad to get myself an Enfield. Thunderbird was the only model I could go for since it was the only enfield model where the gears and brakes were on the same side. It drove beautifully. It really was something else.

But all good things come to an end. The Enfield has one weakness, over water it behaves like someone wearing greasy shoes on ice. On a very normal day, while driving on a normal road at a normal speed, I happen to brake while the bike was over about a puddle of water not more than a centimeter high. And that was that.

I might have been unscathed(seriously..not a scratch!) but Mustafa was beaten and bruised beyond recognition. My parents obviously made me sell the bike. But in return I got my bro’s car. My older Bro Sonu that is.

But I’ve managed to sell it to someone within campus, so atleast this way I get to take it out for an occasional drive.

Thunderbirds and CBZ’s might be awesome, but there are nothing compared to the monsters that Honda/Suzuki/Ducati produce. And there is one place where I could get a chance to test out these bad boys. Home sweet Home, Dubai. 2 years back while I was at home, I saved up enough cash to rent a CBR for one day. One day only. It’s really expensive 250Dhms(Rs. 250x13 per day!). That day I drove 275 kms within the city, my shoulders and forearms were sore for 3 days, and that night I collapsed in pain(over the bed fortunately)

But it was all worth it. Its any bikers dream to command such power. It tops out at 285 kmph!! Imagine that! I thought I could take it to its limit, but no way man..at 200 I chickened out. But 200 aint that bad, rite :P

Karthik aka Fat Bastard

2005-02-04T15:03:00.000-08:00

One of my oldest friends Karthik is in town. He's from Chennai 'The city of Sexxxxx', he's dropped by with a friend of his for a one day trip!! Why only one day? Ask him...for I've got no decent answer besides some ramblings about his whim n fancy :)

His train leaves sometime around 5 in the morning. Its 435 am right now and i've been awake all night. The thing is I have 2 quizzes tomorrow, for which I know a lil more than the topics...plus had a lot of other things going on, so couldnt get time till 3 am. And i figured, Hell..if i sleep now..no way im going to wake at 5 to take my 110 kg-friend to the station..so wtf..lets just make it a nite-out.

And thats how this post came about..i have 20 mins to kill. Every minute feels like eternity when you're fighting sleep...
and i still haven't figured out how to post pics...i see it on everyone else's blogs...so u enlightened ppl..help out a virgin blogger. Something tells me its simple..but yet...

Hold ON!!!

2005-02-03T08:15:00.000-08:00

I know an update is due..i've been trying to figure out how to upload photos and customize the look of the blog. Been busy too...you can expect an update soooooooon...

My legs are killing me!

2005-01-26T05:52:00.000-08:00

Kim! I want to blame this on you...but this time I can't :)
Myself, Tommy and Kim went about today putting tickets in the various outlets that are supposed to carry them; we've been out since 1 types, its 645 now and we've just gotten back. Man my legs are killing me!!! The filling lunch at Mainland China didn't do much for my lethargy either.
The only other times ive been through this sort of pain is when I've gone shopping(or any outing which involves making decisions) with Kim.

His stamina and enthusiaam puts women(as a whole) to shame. Though the sensitive side of me appreciates his taste, the unreasonable man in me wants to catch him by those gelled-up spikes and 30-odd piercings and drag him out of those shops. :)

Ok, I have a ManAc quiz tomorrow, I should get down, get down to it.

Shall we begin?

2005-01-25T22:42:00.000-08:00

Minu had been on my head to post messages on her blog; turned out that I had to become a member to start bloggin...so thats how this blog has come about.
Never really understood whats up with blogging...its a site for what? to share you personal thoughts? to vent your frustrations with the world? to hook-up?

The only way i'll find out is by doing it right?