Sunday, April 29

At The Barber Shop

If there's one thing bugging me all this years, it has to be the trip to the barber shop. Apart from never getting the right cut I want and the monumental impossibility of finding a permanent barber shop, I hate the huge mirrors there. But the worst of all is my facial expression while cutting hair. I mean, most probably I've showed the shocked expression while being a kid, but till now, I can't be able to figure the perfect expression while cutting hair. And along the process probably scared of a few barbers as well. Its either I try to fake sleeping which is not very convincing, or I smile all the way (which is not good either if they want to think I'm a nut).

Ze question iz, what is your facial expression while cutting hair?

Saturday, April 28

Union

...history is mooning us bro, it is bloody showing its ass to us...

WTF! Dude, chill...everything will end soon, then a new beginning.

Then he jumped. Just like that, 50 meters, slammed flat like an egg on the concrete floor. My wails of panic, of sudden fear and sweat percolates into the dry cold night air. What brought him to this, like a million images in my mind, the ones of weird perversion that I get during the migraine days. A few moments went past when I thought of going down, but my legs wont move. I just sat there, starring at his limp body, its limbs in beautiful butterfly motion, almost timeless in the moonlit floor, the blood streams like time lines connecting him to his actions from the past to the future. Damn! Its like on of the paintings in the galleries, abstract communicando to the world, telling the painters deepest anger to the pretenders holding champagne glasses and chatting psychological domination over the have nots.

Then the rain. Nature cleaning up its babies, its creation. What drove him to do this, as the water slowly drowns my cloths, the skins layers melts away, my protective warm cloths melts away. Distance voices of shamans exorcising ghosts in deep chasms vibrates across the land. It was the rain, she sings in pain because shes melting. The blood is now pooling around him, lifting him over the floor, giving him a fearful image of a blood hungry god awakening after the chants of the rain lady. The brick walls of the water tank lets out a hissing sound, the water seeping in hot air pockets, small explosions, for humans ears it's the snake's hissing - warning them to shrink back into their caves.

When he stepped onto the edge, he stepped into history. But why the hell did he do it now? After this many years? Was is his bad memories on this stone monument, his past revelry wit his girl, or the days when we shot moon rockets deep into the forest, occasionally wishing we burn the damn place down. Or was it the sunsets or sunrise over the opposite walls of the tank that mesmerized him into submission? The world is bigger than any of us. Forgotten days will flood back depression drenched brain cells, pointlessly searching for directions, when if we let go, it comes naturally, so sublime and the future is visible in all its beauty.

The day she cried, he eyes reflected in the night lights, like the blood diamonds, because both are in pain. The diamond scars the souls of millions, the eyes coldly reflecting the clenched heart, another of gods creation telling us why we are mere mortals, the clueless wanderers searching for forever dawns. Suckers.

There was this one day, we both wanted to jump of, finally realizing there isnt much for us to do in this world. Ever felt that taste of blood rushing from the heart to the mouth during near death moments? It was like that, the whole damn hour we were standing on the edge, the metal railing proving to be stronger than it looks on that day. So we shouted out and screamed whatever obscenaties that came to mind, screwed everyone from the edges of history, bloody cold blooded monsters who gave us bad marks, and the bitches who pick and choose their bed partners. Wild days, fucking wild days and the we got tired and called it off. Just like that, or was it the cell ringing with tones reminding someone needs you to complete the studies and support the family, trivial things like that.

Damn, I was meaning to tell him about his girl. Damn, the maxims of life. Now he's lost in some nether world labyrinth searching for some answers to his predicament, while I am going to the slammer. Damn you maniac bastard, you left me here to answer to the cops! I frantically tried to wipe of my fingerprints from the railings, fuck, this cant be done, this place is huge. Fuck! After a moment, the words stopped, it was all reflection. He got me in serious shit. From far, the sky turned into a shimmering orange. The sun is rising is some-man's land, chants, early prayers accompany God ass kissers who wants a pay raise. Pray for all of us you idiot...

The rain stopped, rare as they are, night rains are love making moments. Just like the day I romanced his girl. Funny thought, maybe the forest told him the story, and he jumped. Cause he loved me, thats why, and his best friend screwed his girlfriend. Yeh, blame destiny, like I'm innocent, like I can see a fit chick and just smile and walk. She wanted it, now save me you idiot. She wanted it!!! The thing about girls is, as much as they deny it, they cant resist a good s... during the rainy days. What a strange coincidence! It rained then too!

Solutions is something that doesn't happen to me. In class, during exams, with humans and now. His pool of blood, now semi wet and dry at the places the rain did not touch let out a chocking smell. The blood perfume, coupled with the forest mist and dew dropped combining to give a good morning concoction a champion bartender would only dream off. The it gleamed, the blood is shiny!! No, it was the sun rising, strange, the columns of sunlight like spears, piercing through the forest searching for the remnants of the mutiny bands of soldiers, found exactly the wild blood enjoying its moments of freedom before its progenitors laps them up.

Reclamation, fear. As my mind searched for solutions, slowing stealing the flow of memory is past memories, great times. Then it came to me, I have to jump too, how two suicides will strike panic and fear across the campus. Two best friends die...(girl silently retreats with her new found boyfriends, forgetting two heroes who wanted to prove destiny wrong). Was this my fate, you bloody palm reader, death from the towers of life. Fuck, water...life, towers of life. Water tower, damn, this is not the time for analytic quantum functions, pretend you are dumb and just die you brain. How the human mind can sink into insanity when it should be finding solutions. Another of Gods gift to our lost souls, stupid.

And it happened, just as the last lightning struck the poles in the distant Redwood cemetery, we will be buried tomorrow in lands of white among black mourners and green life givers. The grass. And it happened, but before that a final thought, will they know how and why? It's done...pain...

Thursday, April 26

What The!

Signs on time? Bloody Horny Bear!!!

Maybe Finally I can hit the jackpot with this, either A&W send me a lifetime supply of food or they're gonna pull all d bears out! Don't say I didn't warn you, take care of you kids! Mascots Sucks!!!

Tuesday, April 24

Glimpses of Time

I walked into the library today, and among the aisles of books, both young and old, I heard chatters of characters and legends. Funny, maybe it's a personal liking, but if there is one (among few) places that I feel alive, it would be the library. My face twisting to fill every crevice and lines and tangents where the titles flow, my brain capturing the invisible fog of stories and poetry, the fingers running through time eaten pages, where voices of the dead speak. They were alive to watch history unfold, to preserve the linearity of time and yet to embark on a cultural explosion so that we can tell from one another, the passionate ethos of humans to seek out and painfully cut off the urges to look in. They tell the stories of why battles with destiny are won only if we can destroy pagan symbolisms and fake sages whom have lived over their time. And why colors look better on flowers rather than lustful silk wrapped on mere mortals who are due for a reset. Death and life, joy and pain, passion and heroism, heroes and legends, these books wraps our mind with friendly reminders that there are those who sacrificed blood for a continuity of our savage civilization, but only because they knew that we would outlive this lust and be one with the fabrics of time.

Why in these moments of passionate admiration for the millions of pages among millions of books I come across ideas and then the next moment I come across pretenders who just want to end time fast. There were days when they tell that we cant and dont know how to spend time, when they move time faster, as if time itself has been bribed with the forbidden fruit of immortality. Time moved faster yesterday, and today. The cruel fate befallen on my comrades, the observers and forgivers. We eat your sins for you, we dont sleep at nights for you, we kept a candle light vigil because you deserved a life and we are the foundation. These pages serve millions with milk and food and spirit, the geist of knowledge permeating our cells and aura.

The specks of star dust, fell aeon's ago on this unforgiving land, which remained turbulent, and we still wrote stories for publishers of the neo modern age, where information became cycles of redundant imaginary follicles whom they who master aims to organize. Datum, coda, tempus, fugit, foundation, ghosting your imaginations of super futures where they claim we are fine and well, when the melting ice did not participate in any seminars of global warming, haven't you got a clue you idiots because you are quantifying the surface and not the workings. But this universe dont want you looking at the workings, for its results are grander. But it made a mistake in creating you, the man and mind and machine who one day manages to scrap away your layers of particle to reveal your heart.

What pragmatism that lead to this day where we can read of tales heartwarming and days descending into hell in the same pages of news? Didn't history teach enough to tell that violence doesn't form a society already fractured because its spirit has been exhausted by commercialism and emotional savagery. We live to see you die. We live to see you born, and love, and die. These constant cycles of imagery running on the surface of a placid lake where I am sitting now and looking at the moon reflections and distant campfires and castles. I am alive here. Lets go, lets live in this island of ours, in this library. I will tell you of the future someday. But maybe you wont be alive then. I am a tour guide you see, of the future. For now, we sleep and for tomorrow, we wake to a new future.

Sunday, April 22

Aspiration

To Seek My Own Path*.

* But now, even this seems overrated.

Mystery

Of humans who 'kill-down' those who kiss, and the same humans who make babies like rabbits. Namo Amitabha Richard Gere Sarr.


Tuesday, April 17

Because We Believe...

...in the human spirit.

An amazing journey, story, a lesson to us all. How images lasts forever.

Visit [A Mother's Journey]

By 2007 Pulitzer Prize Winner for Feature Photography Renée C. Byer

Knocking on Heavens Door

Maybe its not the time to ask why anymore. Maybe its time we change things but we've been saying this for ages. What happened to the gun control laws? Who makes the guns? More questions, but the answers dont matter. But what matters is, this could happen anywhere, anytime to anyone. Pray to God, pray hard.
May the souls departed too early to love and live, rest in peace. We are here, your brothers and sisters, we are here to make things right. God Bless.
Tonight there will be 32 more stars in the sky. Look out for them.

Monday, April 16

Knut The Polar Bear

Ok! Thats It! I wanna stop blogging. I want a Polar Bear! The dude's cute, oh man! (This must be the feminine side of me...hemmm....). Apparently the dude is not feeling very good. I can see the future...Knut and Ghost, the famous traveling eco-warriors, getting rid of the scums of earth! While Blogging! Knut and Ghost, the biggest sensation since baked beans and blueberry cake! Knut and Ghost, the blogging wonder dudes! Knut and Ghost on the moon! Knut and Ghost the TV series...

[+] More on Knut[Spiegel]

A Love Story

take days and put them in winter
flowers blooming amid landscapes white
a beautiful day emerges
articulated from virgin memories
along baroque river terraces

Indian red tapestries on facades
fluttering shy in the morning sun
emerging from their sensuous sleep
children masquerading musical notes
sweet music retracing backyard marriages

falling snow melting in air
as shallow fog cover the land
amid the whiteness lights yellow bulbs
like unspoken eyes of angels
but their beauty never lost in stories

let this be the day, the day
we came out to dance and be merry
remembering the rolling hills
where we swept into the air flying
this is our love story, in the snow

-gp2007-
[+] Hemmm...why do sometimes I hate my own poems? This multiple personality disorder is killing me!

Friday, April 13

The Colors of Life

As you can see, the cool super duper header up there is made by yours truly. But the photo's are not mine, it is shamelessly snitched from the National Geograhics Photo site, the copyrights are all reserved to the photographers. Will keep the images until someone threatens to sue me :D

Sincere Flattery: Photography is everything to me, the world should be felt and touched by colors and the people plays an important role in defining colors of life. So dear photographers whom I put up your photos up here, please consider them as a great homage to your skills and aspirations in being able to see the world much finer than anyone else. With life. Thank you. (which roughly translates as "Please Dont Sue Me")
The Colors of Life: The new Human Universe journey takes us to enjoy the colors of our culture, life and the environment. This is the 5oth anniversary (31st August 1957) of Malaysia's (India's 60th anniversary (15th August 1947)) Independence from the British. To commemorate this celebration of Independence and to chart how far we came today, I will update the blog with photo's and videos of everything Malaysian. (Havent seen one of India's 60 year chronicle yet, but someone should be doing it I guess.) History is a great teacher, lets relive the struggles from independence and also leave a message for the present and future generation the values of freedom and liberty.

Thursday, April 12

The Amazing Race: Malaysian Pit Stop

Watched the last 15 minutes of the Malaysian Leg of the race, been waiting for ages for this. There (is) one part of the challange where the contestants would climb the stairs up Batu Caves. And sadly though this is the leg where Uchenna and Joyce (winners of the Amazing Race 7) are eliminated apparently because of delayed fligh.

[Spoilers] The current Amazing Race all star edition will be won (hah!) by Charla and Mirna. This is also the last edition to be hosted by Phil Keogan [Spoilers]

Obituary

why in the obituary pages
appear faces so familiar
like distant cousins searching
struggling with life failing
falling and decked in garlands
the memories eerily close

-gp2007-

Wednesday, April 11

What The!

Eating off a messy table cuts food intake - study
NEW YORK (Reuters) - Clearing the table as you eat can be bad news for people watching their weight, according to a U.S. study.

Researchers at Cornell University in Ithaca, New York, found that people watching the Super Bowl, the American football championship game, ate 27 percent less if they were faced with the evidence of what they had already eaten. [The rest of the story]
[+] What The! will be a regular column on weigh loss ideas, weird new happenings and such from around the world.

Tuesday, April 10

Why do we need Heroes?

Because Wednesdays have never been the same since X-Files was over, and on ladies night you don't see much ladies anymore...

Monday, April 9

Blogging from Work

So so so much drama in this world...when can you tell someone that no one cares a damn of what 'it' did on a rainy day if it's at most is only b*tching 'bout some artist?

The worst experiences in life comes when you wake up in the morning and switch on the telly to see a Chinese girl dancing to a Tamil song and exclaiming its a bollywood song and dance. Right at that moment you feel like b*tch slapping someone, then you realize it's only you there and then you walk up to the mirror and...

Yesterday I wanted to commit suicide. Then upon realizing it's because I'm fat and dont have a girl friend and if I jump I would probably end up in the swimming pool at 3 am, I went back to sleep. (The time reference here doesn't matter).

All this blogging is really going down the drain, the comments are at an all time low and then I realize I was right after all. Blogs don't live forever, the experience or even the fad doesn't stay on. There must be a solution to this, and the solution is to group blogs and form alliances. Must think...must think...will work for se...food.

Sunday, April 8

Days without Days

Destiny, Here we come!
You know something, you'll keep wondering why no one believes you and why no one gives you space to be what you want to be. Nothing can be made sure, nothing will work all the time. The world is not about the haves and have-nots, there is also death. Parents wont understand, friends wont give a damn. This is not a self pity journey, its about the ability of you to understand whether everything that I do is reasonable or not. Most of the time you wont, because I am right. The world don't turn for somebody with money, credit cards cant buy gravity. The insanity of this world lies in the fact that everything can be price tagged. The simple pleasures in life does not lie in abstract notations on a shopping mall wall. The world encompasses our life, hence life runs parallel to the forces of the world. Space, the future, causality, all this a linear productions of life. We wake up to a new day, same or not to the day before is another matter, the perspective of life lies in the fact that its a new day forward. Again, you wake up to that tremendous noise striking with gale wind power reminding you of the dirty dish and laundry. Life is not simple, making people understand is worst. Work is not easy, studies is not easy, living is not. Try to understand.
What do you want today?

What do you want tomorrow?

Friday, April 6

Sanjay Marlakar and The Origami Heard

What is with humans with all their likings and parallel parking that causes the world to turn around?

Humanity are creatures of habit, that is they love their habitat :p So when the time came to heard the cows and goats into domesticated beings, they started to move around, got out of their minimalistic cave's and ventured in gated community suburbs where they flourished. Of course some, after the fall of the 60's mega psychedelic revolution, started smoking regular tobacco compared to Marleyan first class grass. When the brain got tired of working, they launched themselves in heards, at that time to save the world. Pity is a short word, but pity them indeed because the world was not saved, the rich got fatter and the cartels control the world today. You vote for the wrong guy, and he decides to buy airplanes and sail boats for his children with education money, and behold, we are not going to Elysium but early graves on sun burned days.

The world is not all that bad, people did go on, lived on to meet their dreams, albeit in a road junction in the form of their better looking friends driving Ferrari's. At that time, the motorbike doesn't look so thrilling, the hair waving in the wind and the occasional evening drizzles that wet the underwear doesn't seems so fun.

So what makes this Sanjay Marlakar issue so sensational, so hair 'raisingly' stupid? A few years back there was this article of the stories of Hungarian Jews who won more Nobel prizes than anyone else. As a matter of fact, the majority of Nobel prize winners are Jews. What made them smart? Its the holocaust, because they knew the world may not exist tomorrow. Its their will to do and 'done' the things necessary to the collective well being of humans. The holocaust was a dead point, point of no return, the worst full stop anyone or any race can face. The mountain is impossible to climb, but they did who had the will to do it. Indians were facing the same predicament when the British colonized them. Albeit, let it be the greedy nature of the early mega empires to serve their kings and queens with jewels and spices, they did colonize and thats a fact. But where did the collective will that saw the salt march 77 years ago this week, went? The very fact that Indians did venture out and colonized the world and that the diaspora is reaping the riches on par with the Jews are historical testimonials that they did do good. But why does Sanjay Marlakar need a philosophical ejaculation to justify his life?

Sanjay Marlakar is an opportunist, he banked on the pity desi votes and damn hell it worked. He is an untallented piece of shit, but who am I to say it. The whole Idol competition is just another studio plot to reap billions while dumb eager wet contestants trash out their bathroom talents while categorically destroying history making songs. What Sanjay though one fine day a few months or a year ago was that if the smart engineer dumb singer Huang can do it, why cant a gay desi like him hit the jackpot. And now his wildest dream did come true, and boy someway or another (if) he is going to win the damn thing, then the history of music will change forever. At least reality show music. Its a dejavu feeling when comparing to Indian talents shows in Malaysia and Singapore to the Sanjay Idol show. Here people vote for the sake of voting, for their homies, for their clan members, for their caste members, etc. Sanjay Marlakar is a contemporary institution of Indian cultural evolution, he is proving single handedly that when you open the right doors and touch the right hearts, you can make it, whatever the odds.

Beta decay was a big thing in physics half a century ago. India was spearheading the research complete with underground detectors and revolutionary theories. But today Indian science research is happening in the States and Europe. The brain drain, the dire need of the mind to train the thought in the direction of money (sometimes) caused the exodus. This is the modern day exodus, that started in prehistory, had a helluva party along the way and mashed together an origami world today. The world today is a mass of vibrations, of people moving every which way and relaxing to the sounds of Nirvana cafe when 10 years ago only the revelers in Ibiza would have heard of it. Today we have minimalistic memories of yesterday, and retro recollections of the past hour and the slow moving past second. What moves today, are people like Sanjay Marlakar. They dominate headlines, picturizing people like us who want to move and do something but is tied with emotional baggage and the stone being it tossed into the sea. We are stuck yet we are held together, blinded by the tube, by the net to witness the dawning of the new age from an ergonomic seat where we climb mountains in the middle of decaying proton traces that started this all. Who would have heard India in such a hard science research, and who would not have given it a chance if not of that Russian hand and the years that came to past.

We are today members of the origami heard, we live and eat for the pleasure of spending money. We are build such a way. We are made such a way. We need to spend something to achieve sleep tonight, we dont care if the next person in the metro is poor or sick, we are going forward. We are born with instruction books and dotted lines to achieve the perfect fold. We are marked from the womb, even from the matchmaking sites where the stupidity of the people wants a caste separation when genetic diseases are much more malignant to humans. We bought our first advertisements when the doctor wearing a Tag Heur writes using his Parker the time of our birth. We are marked to artificiality when we are dated and aged using neo-classical timing when the universe moves in the rate of particle fluctuation. Why we are educated in quantifying the universe if not to make us better spenders and better creators of another race of economically motivated generation.

I'm not sure if Sanjay deserves a post title, but hey, the world is a much better place if people like him actually contributes to the trickle of money. When you see enough dirt on the daily rotation of the world, then you must stop to notice the connections of it all. Funny world indeed.

Thursday, April 5

Einstein

He once said
God does not play dice.
But some cooks out there thought he asked us to stop science before it reads the mind of God. Or worst, as I found out recently, the 'unbelievers' think by deciphering the structures of the universe, God will be replaced by science. For the last damn time, God is something between you and your soul. Science is fact. No God, world lives on, no science, no progress, people die. See, its that easy, stop being foolish. Believe anything you want, but believe in your self and the path forward more. That's all.

Wednesday, April 4

Blogging From Work

Came in late (11 am), (3 am: early morning soccer game, Liverpool won. Wohooo!)
Work sucks, sleepy, heavy breakfast, more sleepy.
Lunch, its Waffle Wednesday. Cold waffle sucks, feels like wet pillow, tastes like soggy Thosai. Hate to see all the posers and pretenders around me. Lunch time at the clients office is like open day at the cattle ranch. Or more like a Turkish bazaar, everywhere women parading wearing stones and golds...or wait, maybe its like the Carnival! The men, well, we just dont matter, blending in nicely with the crowd outside the lingerie store. Who killed the mannequin? Wonder Bra! do people still wear them?
3.30 pm, now, figuring ways to speed up time. Eating soggy Waffle. Thought work will finish this week, but chances are slim. Pity no fit girls around.
Future, 6pm, home free home. Sleep, TV, books...

Tuesday, April 3

Black Magic Land

Fake histories
scatter the land
from demure maidens
to fire breathing dragons
that shall not fall under any knight

my black magic world
where the soil turns grey
and green in summers of curse
and left fighting armies wandering
aimless in the million year forests
searching for a way back to their mind

idols and temples savour
the bounty of a godless land
where we build treasures and culture
beautiful women along crystal seas
where our land seems never ending to the setting sun
all seems forever, never ending,
like the dreams of the dead

marching soldiers
falling one by one
to the evils of the war
and gods of the forest
where dwells the sons
dark and strong protected by
the trees where they disappear
waiting, lurking for the enemies
to devour them in a single strike
like demon tigers of forgotten souls

black magic land
rose so fast to the future
blinding like a lightning monsoon
flooding the minds of the princess
from ages past and present
where the rule of religion
slowly corrupts the mind of children
and men of all factions
where they turn and fight
among one another
brothers and sons
die clutching
scriptures

Chants...
from the far corners of the world they came
the inviting shores of this ancient land
where leagues away they saw the bright
divine light atop timeless Jerai
and when the second waves rushed in
there was already a shrine
build to guide this supernatural land
where sunrise and sunsets shall
be greeted by the reverberation of golden bells
and in frozen windless seasons
only the chosen shall witness
the rise and fall of empires
as they charge guided by the Gods
unwillingly transforming the minds
and welcoming a new world of
spice, silk, the precious and women
and it will never end...

-gp2007-
[-] Another one below.

Monday, April 2

Darkness Star/ Summer Days

forever
the door opens
silent shadows slither in
claws, eyes, long hair all dark
terrifying cast on the walls growing
dawn not in sight, dews masquerading

silence
trolls and fairies
angels from songs yonder
harlequin eyes of midnight stars
bright, sparkling like diamonds on fire
moments, the lone spectre scribbles in the sky

touch
wind stroked sands
dunes of shattered passions
jewel wearing ladies in forever summers
Sirius, rising slowly at the ends of emerald estates
framing the ends of the world to the confines of the heart

love
the grand days
reds, pinks and purples of fuchsia showers
yesterdays of nightmare forgotten little by little
beautiful still nights remain in memories petrified
how a touch from young hearts can blossom such reverie

forever, silence, touch, love

-gp2007-

Sunday, April 1

What?

April Fools

There was a time when after knowing what April Fools Day is all about, we would try the best not to be fooled. Nowadays, people just wait online to see what Google has to offer. Even if its smartly stupid. But hey, welcome to the New Age.

Gmail Paper

But Google fooled the April out of me, for a full 30 minutes, it was exciting damn! Imagine, and I'm not talking about the email printed, I can print it, but actually getting free Google Box sent. Even the post dude would be wondering. Gmail Paper is made out of 96% post-consumer organic soybean sputum! Bah!

Also read: Google TiSP, TiSP Works, TiSP FAQ, TiSP Group, NotFound

I dont know, all this seems surreal, are we really heading to the future?

April Fools Day?

Okay, stupidity knows no bounds. At the height of stupidity, you have people wishing Happy April Fools Day. U r not supposed to do that, but what gives, yesterday on Astro's Sun Tv Chat, there were some num nut sses wishing everyone Happy April Fools day! And even the moderators are replying to it. Stupid. Stupiddddddddddddddd! Ok no blames to the mods, they wanna make money, but come on! Happy April Fools Day?!!! Normal people would just pull a super prank and shout back April Fool!

Translation

Okay, this is funny. Got this message from the client a few days back:
Tamil must be translated in Tamil. There are very easy Tamil words for all.
Please don't insult Tamil. You may be taken to court.

Warning: Don't employ some one from Chennai, They don't write Tamil. their Tamil is pick and mix.
Translation stopped being an art long time ago, I mean, the God of Translation, C3PO, he would be dissapointed. So Chennai, the center of the Tamil World, the cultural capital of India, the...oh who cares. You guys, you better do something bout this. This is dumb. But there are some good things out of this, hope from now on big co's realize they cant subcon translation to India anymore, as much as they cant trust any translation companies from China. And cost effectiveness doesnt equate quality!

Money Where?

Do you have money and are still broke? I am. I have freakin loads of money thats mine but stuck in the electronic cyber microwave sh*t out there! I cant feel it, I cant buy stuff with it, I can just dream and feel good about it.

House mates

There are lucky people, there are unlucky people and there are stupid people. My house mate is a genius. Even the sound of him unlocking the main gate can make my blood pressure hit the roof. But why am I still staying here with him? God knows. It's all the evil power of evilness thats been eating me for the past 5 years. And even worst, now, I can hear his snore, from two rooms away, through concrete walls, even wifi signals dont get across. God save me.

Why I dont answer my blog comments anymore? Why I dont ghost your blog?

Actually I do, just that it's not as regular as before. I dont have continuous access to the net anymore. The cybercafe is expensive and I cant sit near stupid kids who have Counter Strike or Ragnarok or whatever sh*t tattooed on their brain. Internet browsing is a zen experience, it must be done with peace and quite, in a Star Bucks. So till I get a notebook, please do understand me predicament and do come back, even if I dont ghost your blog too often.

Product Placement

Okay, I've been doing this shameless act for bloody so long. I havent got a drop of free Starbucks stuff or a Subway sandwich. Screw you guys.

Reading

Here's the fun part. Now I'm fragging Neil Gaiman's American Gods, Ship Of Fools by Richard Paul Russo, Evolution by Stephen Baxter and Engines of God by Jack McDevitt.

Eating

All sorts of weird stuff.

Saturday

...was ugly.

Sunday

...was catastrophically stupid.