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30th day...30th post.

Technically this would count as a post if I wrote something much more meaningful.

However, today's post has been canceled due to expected and yet unwanted circumstances. Guess this was my fate.

Either way, since there is nothing I would like to publicly discuss today, I have lost this 30 day challenge. Maybe some other time.

See you folks. Thank you for being here.

Observing some stuff

I have been noticing some things ever since I came here. For those who didn't know, I have come back to India after six months, and have visited thrice last year.

Here are some thoughts that ran through my head in the past 48 hours(with details, since pavi asked for them.)


1. Why are the people such morons here. Most of the walls are red with spit stains. I saw over 10 different people throw wrappers on the street...and whats wrong with the young boys, the teenagers. Why do majority of them look like hooligans. They walk around with this odd gangster attitude. I feel like drowning them in the ocean.

2. That's actually the sum of all my thoughts...handpicking lots of people and just dumping them in the ocean. Of course, I don't want to pollute the ocean, so I will just lower them in a giant net, and when the net stops moving, will drag them all out and bury them...maybe their body will help in some plant growth. So basically, reviewing the general public in India..it gets marked with a "FAILED!" on my book. Dont get me wrong. When I say general public I don't mean the people who have decent jobs, or are..lets say..my readers. You guys are alright. I am specifically talking about the idiots who think kissing in public is a sin, or "doctors" who are "protecting our country" from swine flu by doing checks in the airport...
...
checks which consist of, "do you have fever?" "uh..no" "ok, you can go"
Wow, gee...so scientific.

I am surprised how come we haven't been affected yet. Just pure luck I guess. We probably wouldn't even know if swine flu is here already, considering there are hundreds of thousands of people here.
When I say some guys are meant to be nutrients for the earth's crust, I refer to the ones who enforce their archaic ideas on the youth. Please give us back our pacemakers if you don't like the future generations so much.
The way I see it, you old farts had your time..and you fucked it up. So basically, telling us what to do doesn't really help. We don't need screwups to give us advice on how to run the country. We might as well refer to foreign countries because at least they run it better.
Case in point..singapore... you have indians chinese koreans vietnamese indonesians...all living peacefully in an area thats smaller than bombay...SMALLER! And they are living peacefully.
I hate them..I keep saying I hate that place...I wonder if hate is the right word..maybe I don't hate, I envy.

Truth be told, the only...ONLY reason I wouldn't want to live in singapore is because of their one tiny rule..that your kid, the boy child, HAS to enrol in the military for atleast 2 years once he turns 18. Yea, I don't want my kid to do that. Soooo..singapore is a no no. I can stay there, earn there..but once a child is born, time to move.

Regardless of it all, India literally doesn't seem to be a good place to raise a child anymore. Inside your home is perfect, the culture is beautiful, the history is rich and vibrant. I love all that. I love the food, the music(old music, no nasal whiny himesh crap), the amazing natural beauty of the south, brilliant monuments and forts up in the north. I love that all. Its the people that disgust me.

3. I realized that some people are destined for greatness, others are just born to make good fertilizer for the planet.

4. It would be so much easier if people go abroad just once. 2 weeks..go out. Visit some place like Italy or Singapore or australia...for heavens sake, america is not an option. Try any one of the first three places out. Two weeks. You will hate coming back. Because you realize that there is a better life out there. A much cleaner and easy going life, with its fair share of hardships, but atleast the bullshit that we see here, figuratively and literally.

5. The education system...what in the fuck. Ok, lets start with the online admissions.
So basically, everyone just applies online, picks 20 colleges and can get any one. Could be anyone. They don't get that choice.
Uh helloooo, this works when all colleges teach at the same level. But hey, everyone knows that going in DJ sanghvi is much better than going to some out of town crap college. So quite frankly, I think this sucks.
Second, and this is where I blow my fuse.

SSC students have reserved seats??? and they get a 10% increase on whatever marks they get just because they are SSC...meaning a kid who scored 95% in ICSE would lose to an SSC prick wo scored only 86%.
Yea I don't give a fuck if the majority is SSC and the majority are lower middle class people. Affecting the others isn't a solution. Yea I am all boo-hoo for poverty and everything, but get rid of the caste system, screw the OBC shit...when did SSC become the new OBC?

Fuck that!
If I stay here, the idea of which seems disappearing with every passing moment, then my kid is going in a private school..an international school. They are pricey but their standard of education easily overshadows the bullshit they teach in my college. I know because I have been on both sides of the playing field.

There is no reason to mug up books. There is absolutely no need for percentages. You are judged by your work at first. You could be an average performer with a great portfolio and it wouldn't matter to the companies, they would still hire you.
You could be a 99% high scorer with zero on hand skills, the companies will just laugh at you.
So all in all...indian education... lets stamp that with a big FAIL!

6. I am still irritated with the "checking" they did at the airport. Its as efficient as the "security" which was "boosted" up after the train bombings. Wow, wasn't that a fantastic counterattack.
4 security cops at all the major stations, either dozing away, or playing cards or eyeing women.
One of the few things I realized... I knew that if I am in trouble there, back in singapore, I have to quickly dial the emergency number and call the cops and the ambulance etc...
If I am in a jam here, calling the police is the last thing that would come to my mind.
Can you believe how the idiots are here?

If a husband goes to the hospital with his wife, who is bleeding from her head, the authorities actually have the audacity to call the police to check if this is a case of attempted murder or brutality.
YOU DUMB FOOLS, the husband was telling that she fell down the stairs.

I don't know which is worse, the idiots at the hospital who argued about this, or how sad india is, where if a wife is hurt, they think the husband is the culprit. I have just no words for it.


All in all, I hate it here...the more I see, the more it disgusts me.


Rain. It rains at least, minimum...once in two weeks... in singapore. Every month. All year round. I have not seen one sloshy muddy puddle.
One day here and my boots, my lovely sneakers...they look like they have gone through war.


And anyone...ANYONE who defends this country... I ask you first, have you gone outside this place ever? If no then you frankly can't give me an opinion, because you have no idea what you are talking about.

It just pisses me off to see how badly we are getting fucked over here. ...

India. Biggest IT sector...and yet, shitty internet. It took me ages to connect here. Tata broadband...what a load of crap.

I had over 300kb download speed over there. Actual 300kb..on one of those usb internet thingies.
Here I have broadband..100mbps, allegedly. It took me 12 minutes 42 seconds to open blogger. I COUNTED BECAUSE I WAS GETTING PISSED AND THOUGHT MAYBE COUNTING WILL HELP ME CALM DOWN.

It did...until the point I saw how long it took to load.



What in the hell are we doing?

Just above I mentioned that everyone should go out once. Don't. Most of you like it here...you live in your little bubble fantasy that India is a nice place to live and grow up. If you aren't strong enough to break out of that bubble, stay there only.


I am tired today, but tomorrow I am going to make a detailed comparision between India and singapore, showing the strengths and weaknesses of each country.

Like I said, singapore has its fair share of faults too. Its not perfect. But those faults are negligible compared to ours.

Back home.

I am home...

Will talk in detail tomorrow. Just few things I noticed while coming back.

1. The airport exit area looks very good.
2. Its not as hot as I imagined.
3. The wireless internet sucks bigtime.
4. WTF! people are resorting to cannibalism here?
5. I saw 4 guys in a car with a prostitute on one of their laps..what on earth is going on here?
6. Indian food tastes divine.
7. I wuve my beddd. So soft and fluffy


There was one other topic that came into focus...something which I can rant about endlessly.
But I will leave you with some pictures..they pretty much sum up what I want to say.





Will talk in detail more when I have a faster net speed.

Packing

Early flight tomorrow morning. Actually, I have to leave in around 5 hours. Yet there is so much packing to do.


Currently too tired, and just excited to go back home and see everyone, hyperexcited to finally see my girl after six long months. Oh there is going to be a lot more than just visual pleasure.


But can someone pack my bags for me while I go to sleep for a while...please.
I am so tired. So very tired...

Tribute to the King of Pop

I was still pissed off about the recent swine flu related post that I wrote just a couple of hours ago. I haven't even gotten over the fact that I have to do my submissions in five hours and I still haven't finished my work.

The TV was on, just for the sake of noise. Then I heard a familiar song. Smooth Criminal. Just out of pure instinct I was humming along with the song. Once it ended, I heard the news announcer say , "and that was a smashing performance by Michael Jackson, who sadly passed away due..."


...

There are very few things on the planet that can make me snap up and say "WTF". This was one of them.
He died? Thats not possible...he can't just DIE... how can he die. He was planning a concert wasn't he?

Aw come on. This is so unfair.

Well..I hate to admit it but..it seems like he is really dead. Apparently he died of a cardiac arrest. Quite plausible considering all that dancing, those moves are quite difficult and he was around 50 years old after all.

:(

Hey, I don't care about the negative publicity he got. I just don't give a damn. No one can take his music away. I remember the times as a kid when I had first seen moonwalker. It was fantastic. It had taken me the next 6 years to find that video on tape. Eventually I managed to get my hands on it. My priceless treasure.

There can't be any person in the world who can look me in the eye and say that they don't like his songs. Billie jean, Thriller, Bad, Smooth Criminal..take your pick.

Then I had heard that there was a game...a videogame...starring him...where he did fancy dance moves, making his enemies break into a dance too, wearing them out and thereby defeating them.

Oh the amount of hours I spent playing that game. I still have a copy of it this very day. Took ages to find it on the pc, it was originally a SEGA game. But with a ROM and an emulator, I got that game on my laptop too.

Sigh, his songs and his dance moves were fantastic. If you have ever seen his concerts, on TV, they were so full of energy. I can't even imagine how it was LIVE!
The footage showed people screaming their minds off for him, cheering him to no end. He had transcended music to another level. He was probably bigger than elvis.

Elvis was good, but elvis was more local. More strictly american. I hadn't heard of elvis until my early teens. I believe I knew Michael Jackson when I was 7 years old. I remember watching the "BAD" tour that he did in 1987. I saw it 5 years later. And I was hooked from thereon
...
I listen to his songs while I go to college to this very day.
He was, is, and will always be the King of Pop. No one can take that title away from him. Its just impossible. He can never be replaced or topped by any other musician.

:( I was looking forward to see his concert...it was supposedly his retirement concert.




I am posting here..videos..of some of my favorite michael jackson songs.

For those who liked him, watch the songs and do whatever it is you do..tap your feet to the tune, hum along, nod your head, do them all. For those who didn't, watch the songs and see the error of your ways or begone from my page, I don't like people who don't give credit to the ones who deserve it.

For the ones who like his music, if I haven't listed your fav song below..let me know and I will put it immediately. I will shut up now and just let his work speak for itself.

The beginning




Billie Jean




Beat it




Smooth criminal




Thriller




BAD




The way you make me feel




one of my favorites amongst his slow ones,
Stranger in moscow



Heal the world

Whether he was "wow"ing fans as a singing/dancing machine, turning heads with his outlandish wardrobes, or horrifying everyone with his kooky behavior, Jackson could never, would never be ignored.

The King of Pop was always right in the center of the spotlight. And the world was always watching.

Rest in peace "Artist" "King" "Legend"

Swine flu conspiracy.

Yesterday's post was my 200th. Do I have to prove to you how busy I really am or may I just leave a line - I did not notice it. 200 posts in 2.5 years is a big achievement. 'Big' is a relative term. 'Big', it is, compared to my posting pattern since April 2008 and 'Big' it is not, compared to my speedy postings in 2007.
So what did really happen in 2007 that did not happen in 2008? What is it that made me write so much then?

In 2007, my mind had time. It'd be in sleep mode for 18 of the total 36 hrs in my day. So, it would think up theories about issues that have been troubling the world for many decades, like.. why do people wear socks with sandals, why isn't rice sandwich in the menu cards anywhere, why is Catherine Zeta Jones not my neighbour, why people give me a weird look when I dip sandwiches in sambhar instead of sauce...etc.

2008 was more...I hate my roommate, adjusting to singapore, assignments, more assignments, feelings of self doubt, even more assignments etc.

2009 was following a similar pattern until this "a post a day" challenge came across. It was only a matter of time before I get bored of writing posts filled with remorse and sorrow, or describing college work.
Slowly trying to get my groove back.

Hopefully I will pretty soon.


In other news, Swine flu is crap. Why?

I quote now from those "Swine flu FAQ" websites....

Pay close attention to your health for 7 days, watching out for symptoms such as :

• High fever (> 38 deg C)
• Sore throat
• Cough
• Body aches
• Runny nose
• Headaches
• Tiredness

Uh, hello? Anyone who sits in front of a pc for 10-12 hours a day experiences atleast 5 of those symptoms. Having a common cold will make you spot those symptoms. Its a joke. And the most hilarious part...the "vaccine" used for treatment, has just one "side effect" ...paralysis. Gee...so basically, if the scanners that they are planning to put in my college(I have been ranting about that for the past hour so thoroughly saturated for now..guess what..my temperature is up) start beeping and they inject that dumb vaccine into me..I will use my fingers to latch on to their neck and press hard...if I get paralyzed they are going to have to pay.


Is anyone else thinking straight? Have any of you even researched about what could happen if you take a "vaccine" for the H1N1 virus when you don't really have it.

Get this... at least once a week I register a fever or a headache or tiredness or bodyaches.

Fever and headaches, not the flu, its because of people...dumb ones to be specific. They just have a way to make my blood boil. Specially when I have to work in a "Group" with them.

Tiredness...have you ever walked out in the sun these days?
Body aches? Do you have kids? Small ones? Who run around a lot? Or maybe you just joined a gym?

Another thing I find amusing. Remember SARS...wasn't that amusing. It was an epidemic..that just disappeared on its own. And whatever happened to bird flu? Kind of odd don't you think that swine flu began to spread at this point. No? Well, maybe its me... I have issues with trusting people. Can't help it..my brain does this thing called "thinking logically".

Try googling "swine flu hoax"..and please ignore all sites that have "god" in them. The only thing dangerous than swine flu is religious fanatics who think pills are demon's way of possessing you. You have to learn to see the fine line between the truth and fabrication.

Swine flu doesn't seem like a fabrication, but the hype does seem a little overrated.
Catch up on your knowledge of how diseases are created in labs...you will be surprised. Seriously.

You know I had watched an interesting episode on CSI..about how pharmaceutical companies create viruses so people can endorse them to make a vaccine. Of course you say, CSI is a TV show..its just fiction. People wouldn't do that in real life.

....
riiiight.

Because people didn't behead other people during the french revolution...because people didn't just kill thousands fighting over whose imaginary god should you listen to, because people are such 'nice, gentle caring' folk.
No no..its all me. I live in a fantasy. Call me alice in wonderland... Hershey in wonderland. Atleast Alice had the brains to think.

"Curiouser and curiouser!" cried Alice

Does anyone still wonder why I am a cynic. We should all be a bit more cynical.

One more thing...isn't it just fascinating that the flu drug Tamiflu, which was supposedly created as the antidote to bird flu, works just fine for swine flu too. It would appear that the stuff is quite non-specific in nature for what is considered to be a very specific strain of flu. Hummm. Anyway, pharmacy chains such as CVC are now stocking up in preparation for the “pandemic”. Hospitals here have a little sticker saying "H1N1 prepared" or something like that.



NEWSFLASH!
How to get rich.
1. Own a pharmaceutical company.
2. Be one of its major shareholders.
3. Make a flu.
4. Sell pharmacies the vaccine, who will buy it at any price coz hey..marketing 101: supply and demand. Increase in demand equals increase in supply, at a price of course.
5. Sit back and enjoy the money reeling in. How much money? Oh somewhere between $5,000,000 to $25,000,000.


You shouldn't be asking "do I have swine flu?". You should be wondering about who are the swines behind the swine flu?

Far as I can tell, its just another damn flu. Over 50000 people die from various strains of flu. Stop being such sissies. Eat proper food, boost up your immune system the proper way. Pumping yourself with vaccines every time you get a runny nose is plain silly. How on earth will you power up your internal immunity you silly bunch of pansies.

Go out, get some sunshine. Eat some damn fruit, go have your veggies like your mommy tells you. Drink coke, sprite, any soda...because half the time you think you are dying, its usually just indigestion...soda will make you burp and you can go back to eating your pizza. Relax a little...you are more likely to die from stress than from a flu.

Have a great and disease free day!

P.S. if you dare point me to some website which proves swine flu is real and people should panic, I will bombard your mailbox with "swine flu is a bunch of crap" articles.


(Post written because my college has decided to have 'screening' of student's body temperature...yea sure...because my blood never boils when I have to wake up at 8am just to attend a 4 hour lecture on how your professor cons you into thinking he knows what he is talking about.
'This should be blue'
'Uh...a blue rose sir? don't you think red is more appropriate.'
in my head, ;ITS A FRICKING ROSE. ITS SUPPOSED TO BE RED'
' But I like blue'
'Oh, ok'
in my head, ' I AM GOING TO BEAT YOU UNTIL YOU TURN BLUE, YOU MINDLESS CRETIN' )

Bah.
201st post.
Big deal...

250th post...now THAT will be something. Considering the speed at which I am writing, 250 shouldn't be long.

Can I quote you on that?

Too weak to post anything today... some funny quotes ought to suffice...

1. Robert Benchley
It took me fifteen years to discover I had no talent for writing, but I couldn't give it up, because by that time I was too famous.

2. Oscar Levant
What the world needs is more geniuses with humility, there are so few of us left.

3. Paul Merton
I'm always amazed to hear of air crash victims so badly mutilated that they have to be identified by their dental records. What I can't understand is, if they don't know who you are, how do they know who your dentist is?

4. Stephen Hawkings
I have noticed even people who claim everything is predestined, and that we can do nothing to change it, look before they cross the road.

5. Jean Kerr
I'm tired of all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That's deep enough. What do you want - an adorable pancreas?

6. Jerry Seinfeld
There’s very little advice in men’s magazines, because men don’t think there’s a lot they don’t know. Women do. Women want to learn. Men think, “I know what I’m doing, just show me somebody naked.”

7. Steve Martin
There is one thing I would break up over, and that is if she caught me with another woman. I won’t stand for that.

8. Groucho Marx
I don't care to belong to a club that accepts people like me as members.

9. Mark Twain.
Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint.

10. Elayne Boosler
I have six locks on my door all in a row. When I go out, I only lock every other one. I figure no matter how long somebody stands there picking the locks, they are always locking three.


I hope you appreciate this. Didn't just google top ten funny quotes and pasted it...each quote is handpicked by me.
Anyway, am weak for the following reasons.
1. Feeling horny.
2. Feeling tired(due to result of reason 1)
3. Feeling a little sick in the stomach.
4. Reading "Scarecrow" by Matthew reilly, the third part of the Shane Schofeld series and can't keep the book down to sit and write a long post at this hour.
5. Laptop is rendering my maya scenes. But apparently its not doing it correctly, but who cares. Too busy reading my book to cancel the application.

"HADOUKEN"ed!

So unfair.


We had dinner plans tonight. Me and the wife(wife??arey I am explaining the dream I had just a few minutes ago)....alright so, we had dinner plans tonight. As always her '5 minutes' went by around 20 minutes ago. I got a little bored and I started the video game that we had in the house. Yes yes, after many many years I finally bought the playstation. It was playstation 4! The latest version.

I was playing Street fighter: The ultimate edition, and I was kicking every character's ass. Tornado kicking their teeth out and frying them with the well renowned fireballs, gleaming in delight every time I hear the phrase "HADOUKEN!"


Finally the wife decided to appear in all her glory. But by this time dinner reservations weren't important. I was just 4 fighters away from being the grand master champion of the street fighter tournament (its a big accomplishment)

She tried her level best to get me off the game, but I just refused to put down the gamepad. She knew better than to switch the tv off or to unplug the game. That just led to lot of arguing. It was easier to let me finish.

But she did something more stupid. She picked up the second player console and my fight suddenly stopped.

"HERE COMES A NEW CHALLENGER", the phrase echoed through the living room.

I looked at my wife straight in the eye, and told her, "You are joking."
She looked back at me and nonchantly replied, "I am going to hurt you. Bad."

I just let out a laugh. But I was a little cautious. So I selected my ultimate fighter. I knew each and every move, and I could execute them with lightning fast speed.
She picked one of the lower level characters.

I laughed. It was going to be a piece of cake. She is a "noob". HAHAHA!

...

2 minutes later I am sulking in the car, sitting in the passenger's seat, just a frown on my face... like a child who was denied the last cookie. She is driving and trying to explain how she used to practice every day after she came home early from work(my work makes me come late at night..3 hours late than my wife)

Cheating. Foul.
I didn't even get a single hit... :( Within 10 seconds my character was lifeless. Within 20 seconds round 2 was over. 2 out of 3 wins in her favor...there wasn't any round 3...thank god. Losing 3 times in a row would have been horrible.

She conned me, hussled me. She knew she was better. Shame shame..letting me believe I was the stronger opponent.

The only thing I mumbled out during our drive was, "next time I am using cheat codes against you"

And we reached our restaurant, had a good dinner, and ...

and then I woke up.
Then I called the girl, wanting to tell her about the dream, but alas..phone was switched off. Anyway, she can read it from here.


Wrote this for two reasons.
1. its funny, at least its funny in my perspective. Not too sure about your view.
2. Too tired to think of something spectacular.


The worst part was the dream after I had when I went back to sleep after 2 attempts of trying to call the girl.

In the dream, it was a new day...and I was doing something that the wife didn't approve. Not sure what. But she came up to me and said, "if you don't stop doing this then I am going to write a post on my blog telling people that I beat you at Streetfighter. That too, flawless victory...Twice"

This is blackmail.

I have to be really careful and avoid bringing 2 player competitive games. Gotta make sure that if I bring a two player game, its strictly in co-op mode only.

Birthdays...on a Monday.

Birthdays: A joyous occasion.
Monday: ... grr, monday.

I slept at 6am yesterday. From 8am I started getting birthday wishes on my cellphone. By 11am, I was thoroughly pissed.
It was fine when people who didn't know me well enough gave me a ring. Fine. I can understand that they have no clue of my sleeping hours. But that was just one person. The other 4 rings were from the ones who are fully aware that I am knocked out.

Trrriiiiinnnng

HD: "hello?"
Wisher1: "Hey, Happy birthday?"
HD: "huh..wha? Oh..yea..yea yea, thank you"
Wisher1: "Sleeping?"
HD: "huh..oh na..I just had my eyes closed and wasn't moving too much"
Wisher1: " Oh sorry sorry"
HD: "what time is it?"
Wisher1: "8"
HD: "You woke me up at 8am...and you are telling me 'happy' birthday?"
Wisher1: "So what are you going to do today?"
HD: "Well, I am going to come to college and smack you for being so ignorant."
Wisher1: "haha, ok ok..sleep. You are so cranky"

Grrrr.

20 minutes it took for me to fall back into a deep slumber.

Trrriiiiinnnng

HD: "Hello?"
Wisher2: "Hey, many happy retur.."
HD: "Thank you."
Wisher2: "So whats the plan?"
HD: "To hopefully catch some sleep or else a lot of people are going to be maimed"
Wisher2: "Oh, you are sleeping? Its almost 8.30 now"
HD: " Dude, I swear to god, I will throw a pie on your face if you don't keep now"
Wisher2: "ok ok lah, sleep lah, relax lah, calm do.."
HD: " one more lah and you r funeral date will match my birthdate"
Wisher2: "lol, sleep sleep. I catch you later"


Grr..they are fucking with me. Purposely calling me when I am sleeping.

9.30am
I am fast asleep.

Trrriiiiinnnng

Son of a @#$!
HD: "Hello"
Wisher3: "Heyyy, Happy birthday"
HD: " You are doing this purposely, aren't you?"
Wisher3: "What?"
HD: " That little prick wisher1 told you all to call me didn't he?"
Wisher3: "I have no idea what you are talking about"
HD: "You ass, tell wisher1 to stop snickering. I can hear him on the phone. Idiots. Just you wait till your birthday. Ooohh just you wait. I will call you from 12am. Every fricking half hour I will give you a call and wish you happy birthday. Just you wait. Just you wait!!"
Wisher3: " Ok ok, sleep now."
HD: "The next time one of you call, someone better be dying, or else I will make sure someone is dying. Capiche?"
Wisher3: "Relax relax lah, cal.."
HD: "See you. And tell wisher1 that if I get one more call, I am calling up his girl and telling her about his secret porn folder"



10.10am

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!@$@$%@#%@$R3
HD: "Hello"
Wisher4: "Hey, happy birthday. Sleeping?"
HD: "Thank you. No no, I wasn't sleeping at all."
Wisher4: "Good good, so whats the plan today?"
HD: "First, I am going to get lots of chocolates for all the people who called me this morning. Then I am going to inject horse laxative inside them. Then I will distribute...happily distribute the chocolates amongst my wishers, and while they eat, I will excuse myself to go to the bathroom, and fling each and every toilet paper roll available out the window. And then, I will just wait. Yes, its going to be a fun fun day. Muahahaha. Yessss. Oh its going to be fun. They will run! They will all run! Muahaha"
Wisher4: "...uhhh..I think you need to sleep a little. You seem tired"
HD: "Run..run to the bathrooms. I will dominate the world. Muahahahaha"
Wisher4: "...uhh..."
click.


By that time, I got up, and smsed everyone from my college, and posted a note on facebook.
"I know its my birthday. I am well aware that its a happy occasion. But hey, guess what...its a birthDAY...meaning it will be a happy occasion all day. Get it? People, I appreciate the thought..but seriously! Stop wishing me happy birthday at 8am through cellphone. I slept at 6.00am and you really don't want to be on the phone with me when I have had 2 hours of sleep.. capiche? after all, you want to wish hershey right? Not zombie hershey.


Anyway, the rest of the "2" hours of napping went nicely. No phone calls at all. Which was because I switched off my cellphone and removed the battery(just in case it magicallywe starts again)

Woke up dazed, chatted with 'she-who-must-be-obeyed'(refer previous post) for a while.. barely 3 hours, then hurried to college. Hailed a cab, saw my reflection on the glass window, and told the driver to continue ahead without me.

Rushed back up to my room and took a quick shower...in all the hurry I just ...forgot. What? It happens. Atleast its better than the time I forgot to wear pants. I just rushed down in my boxers, sat in the cab, and told the driver to go to college. As soon as he took a left turn down my lane, I told him to turn back..ran up to my room, put on a pair of jeans and ran back down.

Stop laughing. I need sleep or else goofy stuff happens.

... ok fine the jeans incident wasn't completely true. I wasn't in my boxers.. I was wearing track pants. But the shower thing is true. Did happen today.

Anyway, went to college, and from there proceeded to attend a seminar held by Steve McCurry.
For those who don't know him, I am quite certain you have seen his work. He is one of the photographers, top photographers...for National Geographic Magazine.
The seminar, I wasn't hoping to go. I wanted to..badly. Had heard about it two weeks ago, but it was 'invitation only'. Luckily I got an invite two days ago and I was like ...

"You are kidding me? Steve McCurry? THE Steve McCurry..the nat geo one only right? You are giving me an invitation. Thats so cool. Yea I will be there."

So I went to his seminar. It was a little ..disappointing. But thats ok. I had just assumed that the guy is in his late 40. Looked like he was well in his early sixties. But a fter the initial 15 minutes of boredom, his seminar just switched into awesome mode. The QnA session was hilarious.
The best part of it being...

Idiotphotographer: "Steve, you like shooting in natural lighting a lot. What do you do if you find a nice subject but you don't have access to natural light."
Steve: "Well, then I use a flash"

PWNED! That was so stupid! I felt like going up to the guy who asked the question and stamp a big "FAIL" on his forehead. Specially because he was holding a camera with a huge flash on it. How can you not that answer. How can you even ask such a question. Jeez.
But it was fun. He literally got PWNED! He got PWNED big time.

Overall it was a fun day, until evening.

I had a new professor this semester. And today he announced that he is leaving and won't be taking any classes for the next sem, and maybe the sem after that too. He is focusing his priorities on his company.
Which is fine.

Except that I loved him.
After spending an entire year with the professors here, this new guy was my absolute favorite. He was the only one who told you directly in your face, "this design sucks ass". He was the only one who actually gave a crap about the students. And the best part of it was, he wasn't biased to our designs. Usually our thought process is, you don't do what you like, you do what your professor likes. It doesn't matter if the design sucks, as long as it suits your professor's preferences.
This one wasn't like that. This one said, "do whatever the fuck you like. As long as you can back it up with solid design principles, I am cool with it. Just be ready to point out each and every little thing. If you picked red, I want to know why, if you kept a button on the top right corner, I want to know why. Explain your design clearly. If it fits with the basic principles of design, then I have no complaints."

...
I didn't want to write about him.

I really loved him. I don't want him to go :(
Just had 12 weeks with him. 12 classes...12 meetings. In the end all I could tell him was, "I have known you for 12 weeks, its been fun..come back soon. Hoping to bump into you again someday"

:( I loved him. He was exactly how a professor is supposed to be. Chilled out. Modern. Strict as crap, friendly with the students, open minded, easy to talk to, brutally honest, sarcastic, witty, funny, sadistic and... overall a nice smart young guy who knows how to do his job very nicely.

I hope to be somewhat similar to him someday. Can't be the same. Similar is good enough.
Actually, one of the reasons why I liked him... he just reminded me of what I wanted to become in the near future.

I hope he comes back soon.


Anyway, overall its been a nice day. Even though the prof is leaving, at least he has left a long lasting impression on me. Tomorrow its back to the same old rut. Submissions are still ongoing. 4 more days of torture and then I can finally go home.

Tired now. Goodnight all.

Don't you dare call me in the morning. Any calls before 11am my time shall be answered in "!$##!@@#%!@~" << the words are so bad that I gotta censor them

Thats it. Over and out.

Sober body, drunk brain.

Brain: Oy, bartender..pour a beer for me will ya.

Tomorrow is the D-Day.. deadline expires..submissions start. You know, after spending an entire year in this field, no longer being the newbie, I can proudly stand tall and look at my submissions in their metaphorical eyes and say "fuck off. I am busy"


Brain: Ugh, that was horrid. Give me a margarita.

What do I have to do? Well for one thing, I have just a week left to lose 2 kgs. It was a promise I made few weeks ago. I thought it will be easy. Just eat the right food and everything will be fine. For the past 10 days all of my comfort foods, cheese, ice cream, peanut butter, fried crunchy stuff, all had been put on hold. The things I have done to avert my mind off food... I watched a harry potter movie.

I could relate to Volde..oh sorry sorry...he-who-must-not-be-named. All the guy ever wanted to do was kill that twit of a wizard, Harry. I don't blame him. Even I would have done the same. If you can do magic and you still get bullied, you are just a twit. For god sakes, if your damn cousin pushes you, turn him into a toad.

I should have been a wizard. I would have been wicked cool as a wizard. Overall a nice wizard, helping people out. Someone would say, "god I am late for work" POOF . He would reappear at his office building, sitting on his boss' lap. Hey, I can be good and mischievous at the same time.
I would have also used magic on myself, and shed off all this warm comfortable blubber.

Why am I back with my weight issues? I told you..have to lose 2kgs a month. Month's almost over. Luckily I haven't gained anything, but the scales just refuse to go two points lower. I should set the initial count to -2...
Ok, nearly a month ago, I made a deal with my girl, or as I say, She-who-must-be-obeyed, that I will lose 2kgs a month. Sounds simple enough and by the end of the year I would have lost 24 kilos. Hah. As if that was going to work. But I figured I can try losing 2kg ever month until I reach my threshold. After that point only exercise will make it go down more.

Brain: Get me another margarita.

What came first..chicken or the egg.
Jeez. It was the chicken. Don't you understand biology.
First there was water, then there was microscopic shit then came cells, plankton, fishes, fishes who wanted to walk aka reptiles, reptiles who wanted to fly, aka chicken.

And chickens, they wanted to fly badly, so they had to compromise, they couldn't carry the baby chicken inside them..so they put it in eggs. Think about that the next time you eat eggs.
Hahahaha.


Brain: Oyaayyy, more tequila, less lemon. Make another one, shaken, not stirring.

Vagina.
What? Its a word. Don't give me that look. Vagina.
Heehee... you are flinching every time I say vagina... vaaaagiiiinaaaaaaaaa.

What kind of a horrid word is vagina. Its not sexy at all. I am certain that a man came up with that word. Men are stupid. I am not saying that penis is a sexy word either but at least we have other substitutes..so many of them..rooster, wiener, dick, baseball bat, hot dog etc..so many creative ones.
Poor vagina has just one good substitute. Here "kitty kitty kitty". The rest of them are as worse as vagina.

Vagina... sounds like a disease, you know...like chickenpox or measles... Something you call in sick at work or college.

"Hello, student services..Joan speaking"
"Hey Joan, its Hershey..I can't come to college today"
"and why is that"
"Joan I have got vagina.... its all over my face. I don't know how to get rid of it"

We should have let women do the naming. They would have come up with a very fancy, divine, beautiful name... like... "majesty"

I can picture that. The 'girl' telling me, "if you be nice to me today, I will show you my majesty"



Brain: Bar's tender. Do you have any bloody mary. Lemme have a glass.


When I went to sentosa, I had visited the underwater world there. They had sea horses there... did you know that in the sea horse species, its the male that gives birth.
This is another classic male stupidity at work. Only a man would be so stupid as to call the seahorse giving birth..male. I know why this happened though...

Two marine biologists were out looking for treasure, when they saw some seahorses. It was a new creature, and the first biologist claimed the discovery as his own.

Biologist 1 : Look... look at those creatures. I shall name them. Seahorses. Look at that one. Its a male.
Biologist 2 : How do you know its a male?
Biologist 1 : Because I am the best marine biologist in the world. I can spot the difference between males and females just by looking at the creature. I am the most magnificent of them all. So glorious is my profou..
Biologist 2 : Uh..the one you called male is giving birth to a baby right now. Its not male. Its female.
Biologist 1 : .... .... ....
Biologist 2 : Well Einstein?
Biologist 1 : Oh I got it. In seahorses, its the MALES who give birth. Hah, you have so much to learn from me.


Brain: Oooo champagne is bubbly bubbly bubbly.

Ah, I just saw lightning.

Lightning, O lightning,
so bright and powerful are thee,
strike my professor on his ass,
smoke him and set me free...

I like to entertain people sometimes. Its fun. They will such monotonous lives. They should be prepared for certain reactions. See, people are never prepared, they always get shocked or appalled by silly stuff.
"10 people beheaded by man"
Gasp...
...so? Its just a beheading...nothing new. During the french revolution beheading was... entertainment. It was like going to watch a play.

But I am not planning such drastic things of course. I just want to keep people on their toes. I have recently started going up to random people and telling them, "excuse me, I have nothing to say". And then I just continue walking. Let them figure out what just happened. Its not my problem.

Once, I saw a long long line at the ATM, I had nothing else to do so I stood in line, and pretty soon there were a lot of people behind me too. When it was mu turn to cash out, I just went towards the ATM, wished it a good afternoon, told it to keep my money safe..and left, waving a goodbye to the people behind me.
They were looking at me like I was a nut. Its fun. They just don't know how to react to such things you know. Its not programmed into their system.

I want to drive a car. I can be driving along the road, maybe another car is driving on my side. I will roll down my window and tell him frantically "Pull over pull over pull over".
He will pull over to check what's wrong, I will keep going.
Hahahaha... let him figure out what happened. Its not my problem.


Brain: Bar-wan, ready have I become for my tequila shot now.

Twinkle twinkle little star....H I J K LMNO Peeeeeeeee

Many people don't know this..but the original twinkle twinkle little star is quite different....here it is.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky!

When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Then the traveler in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.

In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky.

As your bright and tiny spark,
Lights the traveler in the dark,—
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.


Brain: bartender..bartender look...do you see that?
Bartender: What?
Brain: Its my cells..my braincells..they are floating into heaven.
Bartender: That means its time to end this post.
Brain: Oh..goodybe then.


Its the night before submissions...what do you expect. On the first night of submissions, my brain spoke to me, "dude we are so screwed...lets write a post that's gonna make a lot of bloggers go 'wtf'."


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But I wanted her

I recall time when this lovely girl used to be so full of life, with her beaming smile and sparkling eyes, just radiating warmth and happiness. She could break out a grin on my face even on my worst days.
But now, everything has changed. Right now, she is so close to me, yet so distant.

I was waiting for her at the beach, she decided to meet me here. Seems like a proper place to meet up. It was the smell of her perfume that made me stand up and turn around. She came up to me and we hugged each other. Our bodies touching, arms wrapped around each other in a fierce embrace. A strong hug right in front of the world. A hug that could be misinterpreted in dozens of ways.
But we weren't a couple...not any more at least. Our hearts were far apart, unbelievably far. I had fooled myself into thinking that its all going to be alright. During the hug, realization hit me in the back of the head, like a hard baseball bat.

Thoughts began pouring in my brain, diving straight to my heart, tearing through it one by one. How I can never run my fingers through her soft hair again, or hold her hand and lock on tight. Our lips would never meet now, and caressing her cheek with my thumb in that loving way is impossible.
Never going to happen again.

No, she wasn't a dream, she wasn't some woman that my brain just conjured up, a woman that I could fall in love with but can't touch. This was no fantasy. She was right there in front of me, in my arms. It just felt different.

Its not easy talking to a girl whom you have feelings for... specially when the talk concerns about her feelings for another guy. But who else would she talk to right? After all, she was closest with me for a long long time. Its not her fault that we aren't together any longer. This is how life is back there. Love takes a back seat, its not important enough to overcome the demands of the parents.

I could have left any time you know. Any time I desired, it would have been so easy to get my stuff together and just leave, walk out midway while she continued describing her growing love for her husband. But leaving isn't going to help, if anything, it will just rip my heart more. At least, with the current situation, she still comes to me, we continue to have a conversation together. No matter how one-sided it looks, ignore the way I am breathing, trying hard to keep calm and not break down right there. I could have walked way, but instead I just faked a smile and told her everything will be alright, I am not going to be upset as long as she is happy.

Well, that is true in some ways. I definitely am not going to be upset if she is happy. Why wouldn't I be happy for her? Its only natural to want your love to have a nice enjoyable life. Though you did kinda expect it to be a "nice enjoyable life" with you.

It was hard to understand... just her smile could brighten up my entire day, and at the same time bring these dark clouds of despair along with it. I couldn't figure out if the happiness she brought outweighed the pain that came with her. I was never a good listener. It always troubled me knowing that I don't listen to her enough.
The irony of life... now I am forced to chain my heart from leaping up, tied it firmly so as not to do anything rash. I know that from now on all that she will ever talk about is this new man in her life.

I never could let her go.
That is why I am in this situation in the first place. I lived through hell during the time she wasn't with me. Those first few months after she got married. I rationalized, told myself "hey, its alright. She has to settle in to her new family now. It takes time." Rationalizing doesn't help when you picture her, so beautiful, and then some guy just walks by and stands next to her, doing all the things that once upon a time, only I had the rights to.
I can never go through that hell again, those horrible months when she had detached herself from my life.

I remember our fights. We fought quite a lot, but always managed to pull it through. Every couple has arguments. It was normal. Every fight always ended the same way for me. Sleepless nights where I would just be lying at the beach, feeling like a crumpled up piece of paper, anxiously worrying about the fact that maybe she will leave if I don't apologize.

I could hear the waves crash against the rocks in front of me. The smell of the sea filling the air, bringing back memories of that day. My eyes close automatically, pre-programmed to play out such memories, in vivid detail.

I remember every word of the conversation that took place, though I didn't need to. It was just one word, one tiny word that I spoke out, just one word that has forever bound me in the position I am in right now.




"No"

I told it too fast. The first time when she came to see me, months after being away, she began talking about him. She was going on and on about her new life, with him. I don't know if I sighed or showed a gloomy face, or maybe she just heard my heart beginning to crack. Whatever the reason may be, she suddenly stopped talking about him and asked if I would get upset about the things she is sharing with me.
The answer came instantly. There wasn't the slightest hesitation, no pause, not even a second passed by after she said "me". The reply was too fast. Almost felt like I snapped back at her.

"No"

She blinked at how sudden it was. Probably wondering how come I spoke out so fast. It was no mystery to me though. Even my subconscious knew the fact that if I tell her that its awkward talking about her husband, she will stop talking about him to me...and considering that he is now the focal point of our conversations, if she doesn't talk about him, she won't talk about anything at all. She will just meeting up with me altogether. There will be nothing left to say.

I had no choice but to be strong, no matter the consequence. Giving up on her means I have to be alone again. The hell that I went through, I cannot relive it again. The pain I felt just won't allow me to let her go. Nothing will.




Almost an entire minute passed by, she was still in my arms. It felt like forever. I was just about to tighten the embrace a little, bring her more closer to me when she pulled away. Broke the connection.

It felt...cold. Freezing cold. The warmth just went out of me. My body shivered, as if someone just poured a bucket full of ice water over my head. Her hugs were always warm. Nothing in this world could be compared to her embrace. It was the best feeling ever, to be held by those arms.

"Thanks", she spoke. Her voice practically melted my soul away. She proceeded ahead to take a seat while I still stood up, frozen in time for a while.
Memories flooding back in my head.




"Thanks". That was her reply after I told her I don't mind if she talks about him. As if that was a cue, he just showed up on the beach that day. She gave me a smile, and then just walked off towards him. She let his arm wrap around her perfect waist and the two walked away hand-in-hand. Walked out of my sight, leaving me alone on the beach with only the ocean calling out to me in her siren voice. Even after they left, I kept looking at the spot where they disappeared. It felt like was looking into the past...remembering a time when not long ago, I was the one, the only one who could put my arms around those delicate curves on her hips.




"Aren't you going to sit", she asked. Her voice snapping me back to the present. Slowly I took my seat and asked her how she is feeling. Within barely a few seconds the conversation spun to being about him. She continued talking while a thought struck my head. She was never so talkative back when she went out with me. She just kept talking about her current status with her husband, but I couldn't hear a word. My mind was voicing out the thoughts in my own head. I can't believe she actually found someone else. I guess I just wanted her to be alone so I could still be in love with her and feel bad about myself. Not feel guilty and horrid about being in love with a married woman.

But, I also wanted her to be happy. It had been my wish. Way back in the past, I had made just one single wish, that no matter what happens, she should be happy.

Guess I got my wish. She definitely found someone who can do a much better job in making that smile appear on her face..someone who does it much better than me.
Then it happened. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, my heart felt hollow with every breath. A thought striking me down right while I was in front of her, while she was telling me how he surprised her with flowers yesterday.
I understood that the relationship we shared, the closeness... its not longer there. It had faded. Forgotten. It killed me inside, right in front of her.

My heart couldn't be chained any longer. My mouth just opened, lips ready to tell her how much I am still in love with her. A torrent of emotions just waiting to be let out...all coming to halt by the sound of her cellphone buzzing wildly.

It was her husband. She has to go.

"Nice talking to you" was all I heard amidst the sounds of my heart cracking apart. I waved my hand slightly and got another fake smile pasted on my face. We got up and she just walked away. I stood there with my arms slightly open, hoping to get another hug...

Watched her step into her car and drive off. When I couldn't see her anymore, I just turned away, looking out at the ocean, its siren calls still failing at its attempts to make me just walk towards it and keep walking till I can't take another step.


My heart is exhausted. Feels lifeless within. My mind just wanders around, toying with the possibility that maybe there is someone else out there for me. After all, there were billions of other people out there.


But I wanted her...



Just a short passage. Dunno, for some reason I felt like writing it. Seems ok I guess, could be used in a long story at some point. Basically I wanted to write something fictional, and that little excerpt above is what my mind conjured up.
The post is a little late because I drifted off a little towards the end. Was wondering if I should post this or not...and just fell asleep.

Inspiration Vs Deadlines.

I can't do my final project. The reason? I am not inspired enough to create a masterpiece. So I am doing the next best thing...lying on my bed, browsing comics, waiting for my inspiration to come tickle my brain.

Everything was going well until I came across one comic strip, and then I was pummeled with the huge boulder of reality that's called "deadline"




Sigh..so true. So very true.
Anyway, a pic is worth a thousand words. Three panels equals three pics. Three thousand words easily. My post is done. Goodnight.

My lens is bigger than yours

Its amusing how photographers brag about their equipment.
I went for a night macro outing with some people from the Clubsnap forums. Its a common thing to just randomly meet up other photographers at a specific place.

Today I went with a new group...not the usual one I hang out with.
And I was stunned, and embarrassed.


I saw monstrous cameras. Huge modified equipment, with extra battery packs and stuff attached. Looking at their lenses, the size of these lenses were gigantic...felt like they were compensating for something.

Each one had their additional flash attached to the camera. One guy had two flashes. Two flashes, and one long lens. It REALLY looked like he was compensating for "something". Don't get it? Ok, draw two circles with one long oval in between..what does that remind you of when you put it in comparision with guys?


Last conversation I heard was who has the more powerful torchlight.

...
These are all middle aged men..and they are behaving like preteens.


I was almost self conscious as to whether I should remove my equipment or just sneak away quietly.
Finally I just whipped out my camera from the backpack. No modifications done to it, no odd torches attached on the side or extra battery packs. Camera flash? In-built. Never required an external flash..thought its a waste of money.
Tripod, lying back in my room. Its night macro...you have to get really really close to bugs..helps if your camera is in your hands.

Lastly, my torchlight.. a small little 4 LED light, giving reasonable brightness.


They all stared at me for a minute....a full minute. I felt worse than an amateur here. Ok, wait..I have a better way of explaining. Imagine a bunch of professional photographers with hardcore equipment, and in comes a 5 year old with a toy camera, saying he wants to take photos with them too.



...

It was very much amusing when these people struggled with their tripods, and all that "heavy" camera gear, whilst I quickly took snapshots of my bugs, the picture clarity being as sharp as my lens can capture, in just 2-3 attempts, capturing a perfect shot in the same amount of time as it took for them to fiddle with their tripods.

My only disappointment was that I tried a new location. It was horrible. There were hardly any insects. There was nothing pretty there. I like pretty pretty colorful spiders that stand still while I take a snap of their eight lovely eyes.

You can have a look at what I am referring to...



All in all, I barely have 4-5 worthwhile photos from this trip. A complete waste of time. Well, lesson learned, next time, don't try funny parks, stick to the usual gardens.

Short bursts of insanity.

For godsakes, I don't want to write today.

Its one of those days when a happy cheerful person wishes you good morning, and you show him the best pissed off expression you can manage, grumbling, "whats so bloody good about it. Its the same morning that was there yesterday"

And it is the same morning. Its always the same morning. You can't just assume whether its good or bad, that depends on every individual person. Some might wake up from bed, fully energized, they are so happy to hear birds chirping that they go near the window and start mimicking them(birdbrained idiots!!). "Ah, today is such a good day" they say.
You know, you would think that with the amount of debris floating in space, our giant universe, all the asteroids which are far away, and the space junk that we started leaving behind during all those space missions, one of that junk, a screwdriver, or a shrapnel from a shuttle, would come hurtling down and make a nice little crater on birdbrain's face.

Those who have good mornings should keep it to themselves. There are some people who wake up in the morning listening to an atrocious sound of the alarm, waking up with a jolt, the reaction being so sudden that they fall out of bed, on their knees, and it hurts like hell.

Get up grumbling, walk over to the bathroom...can't find the damn toothbrush. Who the hell would steal my toothbrush, honestly. What sick twisted human being wants to break into my room and steal my toothbru..oh there it is.
Its amusing how guys always think someone stole their stuff. If the tv remote is missing, someone stole it. Yea sure, someone broke into the house, passed through the laptop and the TV and the hundreds of movie DVDs lying around and stole the remote control. Just to piss you off.

Of course, the worst day comes when you are hunting for the remote control..and later you realize, that you couldn't find it anywhere because you were holding it.
Reality check please.

This phenomenon particularly happens to people who wear glasses.
"where are my damn glasses"
"I dunno...have you checked on top of your head?"
"oh..there there are ... :P"

...
If this happens once or twice..fine. Any more than that and congratulations, you have been selected as a prime candidate for Alzheimer's disease.


I wonder if its an honor to have a disease named after you. Alzheimer's disease, parkinson's syndrome... I want a disease named after me. Hershies.
I want to be in a hospital and hear the nurses talking about some patient, "poor guy, he got the hershies". And I will silently giggle.

Too bad it doesn't sound fatal.

"Mr Johnson, I am afraid you got Hershies"
" What is that? Is that like a rash? Or an STD?"

...

What the hell am I talking about???

A few days ago there was a discussion on which books I like to read. I believe had listed down all the books I had got the privilege of reading some time in the far far past. Can't recall whether I posted it here or on my old indiatimes blog. God that's a horrible place.

Technically, I made a mistake joining blogger too. Wordpress seems much more delightful...in terms of template design. Should have gone there. Oh well, can't migrate now.
Doesn't really matter anyway. Either way its the same, if I know that my space is worth something, it will be converted into "www.hersheydesai.com" or it will just stay at its current link.

So tired, so sleepy.

I hope people appreciate the thought process that went into the writing this post. Waking up at 4am to complete a draft that was saved at 10pm yesterday, just so I am still in that "one post per day" thingy.

Hey, far as I know, if you wake up at 4am and write something instead of going back to sleep...you are nuts.
Which means... I am nuts.

Sigh..I want some nuts, peanuts would be great. Peanuts and gingerale.

Someone told me recently that I am not a scientist or an engineer, which I found to be highly annoying. A little piece of paper these idiots call a "Degree" doesn't make one a scientist or an engineer. Its the thought process. A 3 year old kid who built a skyscraper using building blocks is as much an architect as an old fart who made ..well..the twin towers are no longer in existence, so whichever is the next famous skyscraper. I won't call myself an engineer seeing as I don't "engineer" anything. But a scientist..most definitely. Doesn't really matter though...nothing really ever matters..or nothing ever really matters??? Bah. Doesn't matter.

Lastly, I went to the beach a while back. At night. Going to the beach at night is the best thing you can do as a human being...provided you are one of those people who can look up at sky, see the stars, and you can think beyond the "oh so pretty" musing.

I like the solitude on the beach. Dead of night, no lights around you, of course, an entire city lit up behind you, but..well..don't look behind.
Just gaze in front of you..

Sand, water and sky. Finite sand, vast ocean, infinite sky. Filled with stars.
To keep this short, I will go past the explanations for the sand and water, just skip directly to the stars.

Look up at the stars. Spend time just gazing at the sky...night sky. Some people need to be told to look in the night. You never know when you find an idiot looking up on a clear blue sky and then come back to me complaining "I don't see any stars"
I will whack thee on thy cranium. That will make you see plenty of stars.

Anyway, look up in the sky for as long as you can...couple of hours would be perfect. What do you think at that point I wonder.

I have my own thought process. Stars make me feel significant and insignificant at the same time.
Consider any star, one bright little "dot" in the sky. That "dot" is more than a billion times bigger than you. Its probably bigger than earth too. Which reminds me...I was supposed to post a video.
Ah..but this is perfect. Just watch the video, it basically gives you a pictographic message of what I want to say with words.

...You better watch it. For once in your life, hit the play button and realize the true fact of life.



For those who couldn't comprehend the sizes from the pictures, just to give you a rough idea, listing it down numerically:
An average sized human: 2 meters or 0.002 km
Mercury: 4,880 km
Mars: 6,794 km
Venus: 12,104 km
Earth: 12,756 km
Neptune: 49,532 km
Saturn: 108,728 km
Jupiter: 142,984 km
Sol (The Sun): 1,393,500 km
Sirius: 2,506,500 km
Pollux: 6,962,500 km
Arcturus: 41,775,000 km
Rigel: 86,335,000 km
Betelgeuse: 905,125,000 km
Antares: 1,108,430,000 km
MY Cephei: 3,481,250,000 km
VV Cephei: 3,676,200,000 km. (2,638 times bigger than Sol our Sun, 288,194 times bigger than Earth and a massively large, 1,838,100,000,000 times larger in diameter than a human. And even that's insignificant compared to the massive structure of the galaxy. And that is in turn hugely insignificant compared to the nearly endless expanse of the Universe. So now I pose the question, when you wake up in the morning and think you can make a difference...just shut up and go back to sleep.

We are living on a pale blue dot. Bacteria has more significance to us than we do to an universe. And well...if you consider a theory of multiverses, that just makes things more interesting.

See how your thoughts can stray from the beach. Of course, most people don't like to think about this. Why would you? You are content with the fact that working 9 to 5 means something in life, that your good behavior will get you into a magical fairyland with winged babies playing harps, that if you are bad you will be chained to a volcano and suffer for eternity in hell.

I would tell you how stars can make you feel significant too, but lets just wait for a while. Lets see how you react to this insignificance. Do you just shrug it off or are you really interested in knowing more about the universe.


Thats it. I am tired. I wish I could spend more time pondering about the universe, being stunned by its majestic beauty, but I have some "insignificant" assignments to finish by next week and if not finished in time..I shall fail. Which I may not care, but my parents, who are funding my education..do care about. Sooo... gotta sleep now.

Some jokes.

Since I can't seem to write humor(due to lack of time today), I will just post a couple of my fav jokes.

1.
A man and a friend are playing golf one day at their local golf course. One of the guys is about to chip onto the green when he sees a long funeral procession on the road next to the course. He stops in mid-swing, takes off his golf cap, closes his eyes, and bows down in prayer.

His friend says: “Wow, that is the most thoughtful and touching thing I have ever seen. You truly are a kind man.”

The man then replies: “Yeah, well we were married 35 years.”



2.
A general noticed one of his soldiers behaving oddly. The soldier would pick up any piece of paper he found, frown and say: “That's not it” and put it down again. This went on for some time, until the general arranged to have the soldier psychologically tested. The psychologist concluded that the soldier was deranged, and wrote out his discharge from the army.

The soldier picked it up, smiled and said: “That's it.”



3.
Two guys are sitting on a bar stool. One starts to insult the other one. He screams, “I slept with your mother!” The bar gets quiet as everyone listens to see what the other weasel will do. The first again yells, “I SLEPT WITH YOUR MOTHER!”

The other says, “Go home dad you’re drunk.”

...that one still makes me giggle.



I will try my best to have something more worth reading tomorrow.

A quick update

I am technically not late in posting this entry. Considering the Indian Standard time it is still 11.10pm..and thus I have changed the time and date of this post to match the IST timing.

Nothing much to say. Just not in any mood to say anything.

Spent the last 5 hours on the beach, watching the sky turn from orange to indigo blue..saw stars. 64 stars. I counted.
Don't know what else happened on the beach. I was just staring at the sky for 5 hours. Pondering about things.

Things which I will refrain from mentioning here to due to the monotony of my tragic life. I am pretty sure by now, none of you care and aren't the slightest bit interested to hear another one of my sob stories.

In which case, I just have few words left to say tonight.
I will try my best to continue this one post per day challenge to the best of my ability, but I may drop out from it starting today because of the recent turn of events that have occurred in my little bubble I call "my life". It has sucked out all my happiness and I left with this hole which may very well be compared to the size of the Arizona Crater. Until this hole fills up, which could take a while, I am not going to be experiencing any moments of joy, therefore all my entries here will be sob stories circling around one of two primary topics. Love and heartbreak, and how old people with old ideas should shut up.

But I am a caring and loving guy and will not put my readers through this torture.
I will be copy pasting random jokes which I found funny in my past..and on occasion, when my emotions get the better of me, and I just need to empty that bottle, I will write some long tragic post on how cruel life really is.

With this, I bid you all goodnight.
My hole is making it difficult for me to breathe and I must have my rest now. Days like these I wish I had sleeping pills to knock me out... permanently wouldn't be a bad idea either.


Edit:
There is no more hole.
There are signs of a hole being present in the past... the past being 10 minutes ago, but one email came and filled up that hole almost completely. Some part of it is still there... I will wait for my love to cover that part up too.

I am so lost in love...

Tag: fav quotes from books

This post signifies that I am too lazy to come up of a topic. I have avoided tags as much as possible, but today I have no other choice.

5 quotes from the books I have read..

1. "The knack of flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss."
-- The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy

2. My doctor says that I have a malformed public-duty gland and a natural deficiency in moral fibre and that I am therefore excused from saving universes.
--Life, The Universe and Everything

3. In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and has been widely regarded as a bad move.
-- Restaurant at the End of the Universe.

4. The Earth is round.
-- 3rd Standard Geography Text Book

5. 1 calorie is the amount of heat required to raise the temperature of water by 1 degree centrigrade.
-- 9th Standard Physics text book


What? 5 Books I have read... nobody mentioned that it has to be specifically novels.

Intoxicated

There are many states of existence in this world. You could be alive, dead, half dead, half alive, undead, asleep, conscious, semi-conscious, dreaming, dead but dreaming, bored etc etc..

Being drunk is one of those states.

Durnk issh tha states off durnking stoo muches alcoholol toos durinks and tehns loggins in on the interestenets to talk to ur girlyfriendly abouts eets.

Believe me, they may be angry with you for drinking, but for that moment while you are talking to them, or chatting, or msning(never msn when you are drunk), they are listening intently, and enjoying the conversation too.

Am just going to list down some ways to tell if a person is intoxicated. If you observe any of these pints(I mean points!!), please get them away from the keyboard and tuck them into bed, and if possible get in bed with them. They've obviously had a very long and very bad day and need loving and comforting.

Are you ready for it? Here's how you know..if you are really drunk.

1. Unbelievably long chats with friends consisting only of telling them how drunk you are

2. Unbelievably long chats with friends that aren't actually online.

3. Repeatedly telling your friends just how much love you have for them.

4. Hugging random inanimate objects.

5. Finding inanimate objects sexually attractive.

6. Dane cook's point : When you get into a taxi cab, and you think the fare is the time.

7. When you repeat over and over, "I am sooooo fucking drunk"

8. When you repeat over and over, "Normally I don't drink but..."

9. When you observe the toilet bowl for extended periods of time.

9. When you reach the 9th point and giggle because you think the writer is talking about you.

11. When you don't realize that there is no 10th point. Of course, in this one you could be high on drugs too.

12. When you make up odd philosophies of life using salt and pepper..in a restaurant. (Go see : My first time for more details... I just re-read that post. I urge you all to check that out once you finish with this. Its worth it :P)

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I was going to sit and explain more stuff, what to do when you are drunk, how to get rid of the intoxication, how to stay intoxicated and not pass out etc...


Have lost my mood to write. Something just came up. I wonder if there is a happiness meter or something in my room...whenever I reach the state of being "somewhat happy", one email or one sms arrives and drags that meter back to zero.

Bah! And this was supposed to be a FUNNY post.

14 days and birthday issues.

2 weeks... 14 days...336 hours. I will not count the minutes and seconds..you can estimate them yourself.

Starting at 7.11am, 12th June, Friday... I have to spend roughly 14 days myself. Being completely cut off from everyone I talk to. By 'talk' I mean, having a meaningful, funny, conversation with someone where I tell them about my day, stuff that's happening in my life..etc.

I am used to sharing those thoughts out on a near daily basis. So why this sudden change? Lot of reasons are listed behind this decision, reasons which none of my readers need to know or understand.

The only allowance I will make during this journey is a phone call twice a week made to my parents so they don't worry too much. Other than that, I will just have to manage by writing my thoughts out on my blog...and if there is stuff which I don't like to discuss in public..well.. I just have to learn to keep it to myself.

I would post up some questions that I would love to hear my readers answer..just to know their take on the situation...but who am I kidding. Lately it seems I don't have readers...I have a reader..singular..one..numero uno.

Sure, I may have a few more from time to time..but there are no guarantees there either.
I found out that I write well when I am sad... apparently being devastated awakens the writer in me...nothing like a broken heart to stir that pen up and write down my thoughts eh?

Well..if that is really true, then I guess the next two weeks, there are going to be some pretty interesting posts. Fortunately, for sake of my readers'...I will just assume that its more than one for now, for sake of their sanity, I will try not to put them under the dark cloud of despair. Will try my best to entertain as much as I can.

2 weeks is a long time. I wonder if I can manage to live through it...am quite sure that 14 days will wind up being 7-10 days max...I know that. But still..thats long enough.

The funny part here is..guess whose birthday's coming up..and falling in that 14 day deadline. I hated it back then, but right now, I would give anything to be in a room full of my friends, cutting a cake, and accepting ridiculous gifts. Yes, ridiculous..I got 8 monopoly board games once...8. What the hell do I do with 8 monopoly board games..this was..I dunno..12-15 years ago?

The last birthday I spent with my "friends" was around 7 years ago..back in my highschool days. After that somehow, the day just lost its significance.

10 days left before I turn 24 years old.. 24 years having passed by... the earth having revolved around the sun 24 times since my birth. Whoop-te-doo.

I can predict whats going to happen...
I will wake up, hear a few "happy birthday" greetings. Say "thank you" ..almost like I am trained to respond every time I hear a "happy birthday".

Go to college, submit my assignments, come back..a little amused, a little upset at the fact that no one in college knew... come back, maybe get a phone call from the parents by now...talk with them for a while... might get something from my love, maybe it might cheer me up, but with the state I am in currently, very few things can bring a smile on my face. I wonder if I will get any cake this year... its probably not a good sign when I can't recall the last time I had cake on my birthday.

Not really a concern I guess. Too busy to celebrate anyway. The day after that, another submission, so will probably be busy working throughout the day, have a quick dinner in my room and doze off.

Whats so special about a birthday anyway..its just another day. The only thing special is that you actually are keeping track of how OLD you are getting...just what I need. A reminder of how I have wasted 5 years of my life..and while I should be married by now, am still stuck doing a bachelor's degree in a field that I never ..and still don't...consider as a career.

The only good thing about this birthday will be that another year of my life is over...
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the good part about that? I will sit and wonder whether that one year I spent..was it worth it? was it memorable? Basically, that will make a good post.

That's about it.



I may post again today..I may not. Depends if I am in the writing mood. Going out today... need to buy certain things. Anything to take my sorrow away for a while.

Just another night.

Some nights are nice. You come home after a long day of fooling around at work, you have a good dinner, relax a little, watch some tv, and finally doze off.

Other nights are long. Those are the ones where you come home stressed, deadlines coming closer, work keeping you up at night, coke running through your body(for others I guess its caffeine..I prefer my soda). Your brain feels stressed out, like its being held by a lot of pressure, needs place to just grow out(or explode). There is no good dinner on this day. Any "cook in 2 minutes" product will do. No tv either. You eat your dinner as fast as you can and get back to work...pushing your limits, finally going to sleep when you realize you are typing one word after every fifteen minutes...and you don't feel like there is such a long gap until you look at the clock.

Some nights are happy and romantic. You come home, and your love is waiting for you, showing you her beautiful smile as you walk through the door. Makes dinner for you and the two of you just sit in the living room and eat while discussing about each other's day. Giggling and laughing. T.V. is rarely opened, unless there is a good movie coming.
You eat your dinner, clean the plates together, and go to the bedroom, where you kiss your girl passionately, a warm tender kiss, a way of showing your thanks for being there. A cosy hug perhaps to tell her just how much she is loved and appreciated.
If you had an italian dish, or other romantic food items, maybe you can even go a bit further and turn that hug into leaving love bites on her neck. Works best if you don't have to wake up early morning the next day. Or you can just blissfully get into your night clothes(which is..absolutely nothing but the blanket) and cuddle up to sleep.


Yet, there are some nights when you come home, you walk in through the door and thats about it. Dead silence. There is no smile waiting for you, no hot dinner, no hugs, no kisses. You are alone, back in your little room...your little prison cell. Because face it, that's what this is...a small little penthouse style jail cell just for you... a place where you have a bed, a tv, internet facilities, a good bathroom, nice view... and you are there in that place five days a week, with no one else around. Your own little solitary confinement, first class confinement of course, but still..complete isolation. Such nights you switch the TV on, but just for the noise. You check your cellphone every 10 minutes or less, hoping there is a call or a message from your love. Emails are checked more frequently, setting the laptop volume to its maximum so you are absolutely certain you won't miss anything. The night just goes by while you wait and wait and wait... You can't focus on work at all. Your brain is just occupied with the thought that a call will come any minute, or a window will pop up in the laptop with that precious greeting..."hiiiii" . You forget to eat, your stomach whines in protest and you silence it by drinking water and soda, drowning the voice out.
You sit all night wondering when will you get a sign. Checking every couple of minutes... eventually you look out the window of your luxury prison, and you see the sky is turning from black to blue again...daylight. Finally you realize that its just not going to happen. You sadly close the laptop monitor, still don't switch it off hoping that if a message does come, you will at least hear it while you try to sleep.


Some nights are a mix of everything. You have a good day at work, you come home, there is the lovely smile you have been daydreaming about all day. A nice hot dinner waiting for you. And then the two of you talk. Its not mushy talk this time. Oh no no. This time its serious..and not in a good way either.
These are the type of nights when you aren't alone in your little jail, but it sure feels like you are alone. Now you aren't waiting for any message though. The TV isn't turned on...you prefer the silence, it enhances the loneliness. You keep wondering what you did wrong. You begin to think, can there ever be a thing as too much love? You try to shrug the dinner conversation off...you just keep repeating "everyone has doubts in a relationship at some point..its normal". You say the last two words a little louder than the rest, as if you are trying to convince yourself that its true. A little voice in your head reminds you of your work, but at this point you just don't care about anything else. All your thinking capacity is focused on trying to find out what you did wrong. At this point, deadlines can go to hell. For this one night, there are no assignments, there are no professors nagging about your work, and there are no blundering idiots that you had to forcefully group with to do your project. Nothing else matters except trying to make your love..."love" you again.


Some nights you sleep like a baby, eyes closed, curled up under the blanket.
Other nights you lay awake, staring at the ceiling, eyes wet, and you can hear your own voice repeating over and over.."everyone has doubts"

This night...its just another night.

3580

Yes, that is the title of the post. Because for now, its the most important number there is.

And also, because that number, is probably going to crash my laptop.


I made a nice little scene in maya...a very simple arrangement of thin rectangular blocks...similar to dominoes. I took 3000 dominoes and arranged them to form a rectangle. And the remaining 580 are arranged as a triangle on the left side...

Something like <| | Similar to that.

Then I added text, by shading some dominoes black, and the rest of them being white. Kept the whole arrangement on a wooden floor.

Now the problem is this... to render the scene when all the dominoes are standing upright...it takes about 10 seconds.
When they start falling, the time to render each scene increases tremendously.

The last failed attempt, failed because I found an error in my placement, half the dominoes had fallen down, of course, in the last attempt, I only had 400...
and it took over 2 minutes to render one frame.


You guys still don't get it do you?

Fine, lets make this easy then, shall we.

One frame...rendering time..2 minutes.
30 frames, stitched together to make a seamless animation.. equals 1 second of film.

900 frames...30 seconds of film..rendering time..1800 minutes approx.
Thats..30 hours.

I am so screwed right now. You still don't get it...jeez. It basically means I have to go a whole day without touching my laptop...because if I even try opening notepad while the render is in progress, I risk suffering a memory dump and losing all my work.

So basically what I am saying is, don't keep your hopes up about me posting tomorrow.

Starting my rendering now. See ya.

Married sex life and milk

A typical married couple were lying in bed one night. The wife had curled up, ready to go to sleep while the husband put his bed lamp on to read a book. As he was reading, he paused and reached over to his wife and started fondling her between her legs. He did this only for a short while though. Then he would stop and resume reading his book.

The wife gradually became aroused with this and, thinking that her husband was seeking some response and encouragement before going any further, she got up and started stripping in front of him.

The husband confused, asked, "what are you doing taking all your clothes off?"

The wife replied, "well...you are the one playing with me, I thought it was foreplay to get started with the love making"

The husband said, "No, not at all"

The wife asked, "Then what the hell were you doing?"

The husband replied nonchalantly, "I was wetting my fingers so I could turn the pages in the book"


Ha ha...
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I have no time to write a post. Either be happy with that little joke, or settle for a video....

Sixth Sense

Everyone has a "sixth" sense at some point in their lives.
Some people just feel lucky on a particular day, others may sense an odd shiver down their spines.

Right now, I fall in the latter category. For some odd reason, I have a strange feeling that something is going to go terribly wrong today. Don't misinterpret though, I am not talking about end of the world scenarios. Nor do I care about bomb blasts or car accidents, nothing like that.

Its more of circumstances going haywire on a more personal level...like..maybe I am going to slip on a banana peel, or I will buy a can of peach ice tea and will get guava juice in return, or I will order a huge meal and then find that my wallet is stolen. Will end up in the kitchen washing dishes for the rest of the night.


Stuff like that.

I wonder what's going to happen. I rarely feel this kind of uneasiness, and if I am having one right now, something bad is gonna happen real soon.



Its just one of those days when you woke up all happy, and went out of the house, skipping and singing all the way to college...and then a dark cloud of despair filled the sky. Now you are just tensed, your nerves are all strayed. You are looking at each and every corner that your eye can lock on to, just to check for any hidden surprises, looking at the floor, wondering if the next step leads to a trapdoor, checking the ceiling for any spiked spheres or swinging sharp saws.

Its just a paranoid day.


I hate having to do a presentation in front of the class. Something is definitely going to go wrong today.

Too busy.

When you ponder over whether you should go take a nice shower or finish your work...and you pick the latter, you are just too busy.

Wait wait , I have a better one... when you write four lines and try to pass it off as a post, you are just too busy

Sigh

Just two days after I berated my incompetent group for forgetting to bring the microphone, I forgot to bring the microphone.

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Things have been so hectic lately. Am doing my best to avoid working on my assignments as much as possible. But alas, have finally reached a point where I have nowhere to run. I am completely surrounded.

Its kinda a little like how I used to do my assignments back in the engineering day. Always last minute panicking. Who knows maybe I do it for the adrenaline. I could be an adrenaline-junkie. Sounds better than the alternative(lazy fatass).

Tomrrow, have a website to design, and finish completely. Also, if possible, try doing more stuff to the room I built in Maya.

See its like this.
The logical part of me says, do your work. He sits, and makes a list.
10.00am Get up.
10.30am Get up and this time get out of bed.
11.30am Get up, get out of bed, there is plenty of hot water for the shower now(switched the geyser and went back to sleep)

1.00pm Start working on the website.
4.00pm Finish first page
5.00pm Finish Second page.
5.30pm Finish Third page.

8.00pm Work on maya till you sleep.


But see, thats the logical side of me. At times it has no say in the matter. There is a procrastinating side which makes a very very strong argument against the above mentioned schedule.

The P side says, "chill, have some soup. Play the new sims 3 and go 'woohoo' with your sim babe"

Very very hard to ignore. And at this point, comes the sigh.


Sighhhhh.
Turn 24 this month, but still...attention span of a 4 year old. What am I ever going to do. Sometimes I really wonder if I ...oooh I see candy!!!!

Busy in my cave

Jeez, barely manage to make it today. For those who don't know, I am writing one post each day for this month. This post was just minutes away from skipping on to the next day.

Nothing much to report. Very busy right now.


1. Finally post processed the pictures I took of Miss Singapore Universe(shooting is RAW is a pain, will never do it again)
2. Getting my camera gear ready for tomorrow. Am going to sentosa...again. Hopefully this timemy underwater world pictures will show good results.
3. Panicking about my college assignments, as usual. I may not get a heart attack if I am able to design an entire website with around..at least 3 sub pages. Its all photoshop work, once I finalize the design, the rest is a piece of pie(I like pies)
4. Finally had the famous singapore sling.... and my review...next time, just buy a damn bacardi breezer..or apple juice *wink wink*
5. Probably just one person knows why I am winking above.
6. No one realized but, today I woke up damn late and just rushed to the class without showering...or brushing my teeth for that matter. Its amusing how clueless my classmates are. Do they not understand that I have covered myself with Brut for a reason?
7. Today, I ate one cookie. It felt good.

Ok gotta go. Catch you tomorrow guys and gals.

Morons.

Why do I have to be the one working with them. How hard is it to understand the basics of filming?
If you shoot a scene where the guy is going on a date, when he comes back home he is SUPPOSED to wear the same bloody clothes.

You cannot wear a pant out of the house and come back with shorts.

On film, if you do that, it looks like its a new day.

Morons. Twits. Bumbling buffoons. Cretins. Yes...cretins. I work with cretins.



Bah. In no mood to write anything much now. It will just be a long long rant.

Good news of all sorts.

Its been a good week(for now). Monday went a little awry but tuesday was very very good. Today(wednesday) was entertaining.

My room is finally done, the last stages of modeling. Just have to color it and add lighting now. Still not uploading the picture over here, will wait until its completely finished. Impatient readers can go hunt the album down on my facebook profile.

Got an invitation for a photography exhibition today. We had to submit our pictures and they were going to select the best ones for display. Whoever gets selected has a chance to win lots of prizes. I found out that whosoever was short listed has been called and notified already. Alas, I got no notification. But I did get a letter of invitation. And no, I too thought that its being sent out to all participants. That isn;t the case. None of my classmates have got it so far. Neither did my professor. Just me.

Which means that they may have liked my pic and are considering to put me in the "honorable mentions" status...that's fine too. The pics I submitted weren't too good anyway. They were nice, but not "stop-the-viewer-in-their-tracks" nice. The plus point is, I shoot those type of pics now(those who follow my flickr album know it already). Will be posting these pictures in Snapshot pretty soon.

Ah yes, before I forget, I just came back from an event shoot... with Miss Singapore Universe 2009, Rachel Kum. It was a fun event. Very small, quite private. I was the only photographer so, apart from the burden of ensuring I don't screw up, I was quite happy to be given a chance to photograph an actual model...and Miss Singapore Universe...woo... thats big!

I would love to do a studio shoot with her. Have seen her pictures on her blog, yes she is a blogger...owns a blog called HammerFest. Anyway, I saw her photos that she posted and the studio shoot looks quite fun.

The event was hosted by my college...not exactly an event actually. It was basically a briefing session between her and the students from fashion design. Apparently the students' final project is to design the dress for Miss Rachel and she was invited just so she can give them input on her preferences, likes and dislikes etc.

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Took a pic with her :)
Am not sharing ..for now.

What else, hmm... I had soup today.
(This is the point where you should make up fake appointments and leave because now I will just talk about miscellaneous things.)

Aw, leaving so soon? Ok ok..see you guys tomorrow.

Culinary delights

My room kicks ass!

I wonder if working in maya is actually a career worth pursuing or not? Hmm. Lets see.
Am not posting the room here just yet, still have to color it you know.


Currently in class, getting bored as usual. Its no fun doing your final assignment in a class full of students(competitors). Just surfing the web, minimizing everything when the prof comes around and showing him different angles of the room.

Got peach tea with me. I wonder who invented peach tea. Who was the first person to look at a peach and say, "hmm, you know what..I think this could be kept in tea". Singapore has some strange flavors, and I am not talking about peach tea.

Few days ago I had a green cake. I have no idea what it was... but I have this obsession at times, to try out new stuff, regardless I may puke it out later.
Of course, there are thresholds to everything. But a green colored cake seemed well within my boundary limits. Too bad I had to waste it. One bite of that cake and I gave one of my most horrid looking expressions to the waiter. Even told him to confirm whether this thing has spoiled or not.

There is another dish here called "durian". My god, the smell it gives out... the only thing that came to my mind at that time was, "Whoa that stinks, this would be a lovely gift for my annoying neighbors who keep playing that damn piano all the time. "
Honestly, I believe this dish was invented just so people can play a prank. Sneak it in someone's fridge, and later, maybe after a few hours, when the person goes to grab a bite out of the refrigerator...

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Instant stink bomb.


Sushi was a fun experience...one that I won't try again without researching more about it. I just went into a restaurant with one of those little conveyor belts that pass tidbits of food around. I picked up something and ate it. Few seconds later, I was gagging, drinking LOTS of water, paying my bill and getting the hell out of there. To this day I have no clue what I swallowed(and I prefer it stays that way)

Of course, not all experiments go awry. Black pepper chicken rice is quite good, so is black pepper chicken pasta, and Black pepper chicken supreme(pizza)...
The reason being, its spicy, it has no bones, and isn't too chewy(almost tastes like paneer instead of chicken)

Ham is ok as long as it is thin slices and in a sandwich only. Steak is something I wished I could try, just coz of tom and jerry cartoons :p, but its too meaty for me.

Hot dogs was another thing that I just wanted to try because of its popularity in movies and tv. I did have them, and they are a little difficult swallowing towards the end, but with the right amount of mustard, its ok.

Oh btw, I am a vegetarian, most of the time...though I have no qualms about trying different items. Consider it like this, if I have options to eat a vegetarian meal, which looks, sounds, and tastes better than the non-veg meal, will take it.

So bored right now. Tinkering around with the lights in my model room. In no mood to do anything except sit and listen to Iron Maiden and Yanni (what a combination!)
I feel a shopping spree coming later tonight...

Actually, there seems no point just sitting here in class... no one will even realize if I go out, shop, and come back. No I am not THAT unpopular..the class is just THAT dull.

See ya.

June begins, and a challenge awaits.

I have been avoiding my blog lately, well for the past year to be precise. Ever since I began studying for my current degree in multimedia, things have gone off track with my poor little cave.

Neglecting it almost completely, and when I do post, its either ranting about assignments, or whining about my personal life.

Well, that won't change a lot but, I can at least try to update more frequently. Specifically speaking, one post each day for the entire month. Yes I know its hard to pull it off, and the timing couldn't be worse, what with the assignments piling up and final submissions just 3 weeks away.

But I was thinking...had an epiphany so to speak. If you are too busy to spend just a half hour jotting something down, you need to loosen your schedule a bit. Stress kills people.
My writing has deteriorated a lot due to 12 months of inactivity, am hoping I will get back on track soon. Have lost touch with my readers too.

Things change a lot sometimes don't they.


Well, can't be helped. Lets see if I can keep this "a post a day" challenge going.
For now, let me bring you up to speed with the things I have been doing. I promise to keep it short and simple.
Was busy making this till mid may...

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Its basically a floating city. Could call it a space city perhaps.
Next up, I have to make a solar system(done already) and a room(some modeling left) and color it to make it look as realistic as possible.

The humor in this situation is, I have to finish it by tomorrow. Why is it humorous? Imagine painting a..lets say 5x5 feet version of the taj mahal...in 5 hours. Impossible..no...difficult and tiring, definitely.

Thats it. That and a website needing a layout revamp, and filming the remaining scenes for my video( will talk about the video in detail tomorrow or day after..its going to be a long rant)


Right now, I am stuck in class attending a lecture which "should" have started at 6pm. Its 7.20pm right now...no sign of the professor. Must be nice to have that power. Making people wait like that. We have no choice but to wait. Miss two classes and you fail.

The prof must be in some bar, drinking with his buddies, telling them, "ah, look how I make these miserable little students wait for me. I will show my magnificent self at 8pm and leave at 9pm after spewing an hour's worth of design jargon and will conveniently "forget" to take attendance too, just so they realize that there was no point waiting"

....Sadistic S.O.B.


These are the kind of days where you just sit somewhere in a corner, far behind in the classroom, and visualize decapitating your "fellow" classmates in various ways.
I start simple you know, basic head chopped with a blade, then there is a razor frisbee, then a wire thread attack...ceiling fan accident..

Don't get freaked out. Its part of my job to think like this...makes funny cartoons.
Ah, professor came. Finally he graces us with his presence. Gotta go. See you guys.