Statement

I wasn’t going to post this one for a while but quite a few people were expecting replies so I might as well publish this.

Haha! I just had the biggest hunch that “Hyper Dude’s” sister would have started a blog and I was right. I might have taken a month to start thinking about it but I was right!

“I’m having déjà vu and amnesia at the same time. I think I’ve forgotten this before!” I like that line. Sort of like my oxymorons.

Before I start, I need to direct your attention to the disclaimer again!

*Disclaimer*

Everything I say is my opinion. I’m not enforcing it on anyone nor am I trying to convince them to look at things my way. I’m just presenting my side of it. It’s not like I’m arguing with all of you because that’s pointless. Also, if you’ve got a problem with my words, suck it up, stop whining, WAH!

P.S. By reading this blog, you’re also agreeing to sell your soul to the devil who is my personal lackey. Once I’ve acquired your soul, you’ll need to sit down with the other soul-deprived people and draw clockwise spirals with your left foot.

*End Of Disclaimer*

My last blog was about affirming “Banana Man’s” theories and about a few corrections. If he expressed an opinion, I didn’t argue against that. Only if it was about me and I felt that he might not have known the whole story.

“Midas”, am I the one to annoy you? What about me, is it that you don’t like? Let me know so that I hide that side of me from you.

My best friend is the girl’s closest friend. Now you think about it. Haha! I’ve been asked before whether I would give up my girlfriend without a fight. No, not without a fight. However, in this case, my best friend, the girl and I are all the best of friends. No beef amongst any of us. I’m not going to fight my best friend or any of my friends over who becomes the girl’s boyfriend. No girl’s worth a friendship. How about this instead? I’ll kick box with the girl. If she wins, she decides who she wants to be with and if I win, she has to give the best friend a chance. Hmm, problem. I can’t hit a girl so I’ll probably lose. Oh well! :D

“Froggie”, I’m a bit hurt. If you minded me asking, then why didn’t you just say so? If you felt that I overstepped my boundary, tell me. I was just trying to help. Now go! Leave me be and go ‘choos’ a limu. You’re no longer the ruler of the underworld! Bwahahaha!

Edition: I just found out that “Froggie” wasn’t talking to me. Which makes what I said above, uncalled for. Still, I’m keeping it there.

Haha, “Banana Man” and I have managed to confuse “Artsie”. I’m not saying that it’s hard, but “Artsie’s” bewilderment just cracked me up this time. “What is going on!?!?!?” Yaar “Artsie”, if you have anything to ask me at anytime, just drop by. I know you know that, but I’m saying it out loud to get rid of any doubts.

This is going to be fun. *rubbing my hands with glee* (while typing at the same time?) I go up against “Powerpuff’s” words. I’ll go line by line through her blog.

That sappy line I used, it was in quotations. Meaning it wasn’t mine but taken from somewhere else. If you want, I’ll write “Sharukh Khan” after that.

Oh, you misread. I said “we’re using our blogs to communicate most of the time.” Nothing in there about communicating our feelings to each other. Haha, I shudder to think of the scenario. Seven blogs with people pouring their hearts out to each other.

My answer to your question about being with someone who doesn’t understand my worth would be “I’m ambitious. I’m going to help them understand. To ‘stand in a place where I’m not wanted’ doesn’t mean (in my opinion) that I’m ‘too good for that place/people/animals/country’. (I have no idea why you put “animals” in there!) I don’t think I’m superior to anyone. I’m not leaving that place. If I’m not wanted, I’m going to find out why and try to solve the problem. African-Americans didn’t run from the places they weren’t wanted. They fought for their rights.” I’m sure I’ll have something more to add on if I get caught up in this speech of mine. I might throw in a “FREEEEEEEEEEEE-DOM!” and then put my head under a guillotine.

Ok, I have no idea what part of my blog you were referring to when you said “i belief in….n ure wrong…nope ure so wrong it so doesn’t work like that, I dont think so..I I I I I “ I really doubt I used those words either. You could have just copied what I wrote. Too lazy too copy and paste it but not lazy enough to type it out in “Powerpuff” lingo. I think you should put up a new language on Google’s translator. Then, we’ll just put your words through google and see what you’re trying to say in plain English.

Dunno what you meant when you said something about a woman meeting someone for the first time and deciding there’s something between the two. Don’t even know if you’re saying that to me.

I won’t say anything about the last few lines of your blog. I have a few jokes and a few words of advice but they’re unnecessary. Now, I’ll go over my reply to you and make sure it’s mild.

There, I’ve done it again. Someone talked about me in their blog and I’ve responded. I don’t even think I’m supposed to be doing that. Ah well, tough!

That is all. Now, I turn my attention towards the oncoming rain! WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU? I DEMAND CATS AND DOGS!

Oh! I think I’ve almost proven that my English is as good as Word’s. Apparently, it didn’t like a sentence of mine so I let it correct it. Right after that, it didn’t like the new sentence. What’s the option I’m presented with? The original sentence!!

“DAMN YOU WORD!!!

I’m calm!”

Remember these words? Think about it.

Amendment

Alright, just a few things that I wanted to say. As an advance warning to all you whiners, this one goes on for a while. It’s probably going to be my longest blog.

“Froggie”, (the artist formerly known as “Bandit”) no offense if I give you a black rose. Or if I change my mind and I decide to leave a dead rat under your pillow.

I can’t believe that even my blogs which are supposed to be an outlet for my thinking are being censored too. I admit that I had been treading on thin ice but I was kind of enjoying that. Still, spoilsports are always there to dampen my fun. On the bright side, they can stop me from making mistakes.

LIMU! LIMU! LIMU!

“Powerpuff”, you’ve joined the whining ranks under the rule of “Hyper Dude”. I say to you the same thing I said to “Hyper Dude”. If my blogs are too long for you to read in one go, then you can either not read them or just read them in portions. Instead of whining about the problem, why don’t you ‘take the initiative’ (like “Hyper Dude” likes to say)? Figure out the solution! In case, you’re still stumped as to what the solution is, read the sentence starting from “If my blogs…” to “them in portions” again. Maybe that will give you a hint.

Ok, “Banana Man” had a fairly long blog devoted to an analysis of me. I don’t know why you did that but I really don’t mind. It’s kind of interesting knowing what you think of me since I always thought that on a deeper mental level, you and I were quite similar (I’m sure I’m going to hear a lot of dumb jokes about those last few words). I’m going to give you a few confirmations and a few quantifications of your words. I think you expected this but didn’t really want it. I’ll try not to assume anything on your behalf.

True, I don’t use MSN anymore (except on rare occasions) like many now know. I completely understand that people might prefer not to e-mail me, phone me or visit me in person. However, I don’t mind that. Sure, I receive phone calls from others for the simplest things which normally would be expressed over MSN but I still prefer the phone for such cases. People always judged me as one of those people who preferred MSN since I could express myself more freely that way. However, I like the personal touch that phone calls and meetings have, which written communications can’t provide.

You were right that we’re using our blogs to communicate most of the time. However, I have the impression that none of us are supposed to discuss our blogs in person. I don’t really know why, but it’s just a viewpoint that I hold. Even then, I’m often the person who brings up the other’s blog. Perhaps my viewpoint only applies to those who ruminate in their blogs rather than talk about day-to-day life.

I don’t know whether the whole thing “‘stinks’ of a man trying to understand what he is and why.”. I tend to do that sort of thinking personally, without letting the general public know. However, it’s entirely possible that you’re right. If I try to think of the contents of my blog, I’ll see how you arrived at that conclusion so there’s no way that I’ll dismiss your opinion without figuring out whether it’s valid or not. I, myself, hope that you’re wrong because I prefer not to think of myself as a deep person. However, I think we all know that’s not true. Also, I feel that it’s not entirely possible for me to think deeply about the things I talk about unless I have some emotional drive behind it. Sure, I’m as emotional as all of you but I guess I have my feelings under lock and key. It’s only so often that I let them out. Too bad none of you have been around to witness those. Then again, it might be a good thing.

Sorry for the misconception I gave in my last blog. I didn’t mean to say that you won’t have anything to say. Rather I meant that you wouldn’t say anything. I may not understand you completely and I think it’s the same with many people but I do know that you’re a thinker. I’m sure you have several ideas while you read over whatever I say but you tend not to express them.

We all know why I got the blog. So I could take a big swing at “Hyper Dude”. A part of me probably wanted the blog to use it as an outlet. I guess the time had arrived for me to finally start airing out my thoughts. I could even be using them to convince a large number of people to look at things from my point of view.

As for getting the comments, I don’t think it’s because I enjoy getting the feedback (thought I do enjoy knowing about the stir they cause). Instead, I think it’s because I want the feedback written out rather than in person. Yeah yeah, I know that I said I prefer oral communication but I also said that I prefer not to talk about my blogs. Sure, if it’s important or the reader wishes to express something deeper to me, then I welcome their oral feedback.

Yeah, I restarted my blogs to ‘satisfy’ my readers. But it was to satisfy me too. I’m a bookworm at heart and without any decent books around, I find myself penning my own. I’m not saying that this will become a book but it gives my creative side (and imagination) some exercise.

Yeah, you’re fishing around. However, you’re at the right pond. It is prime fishing season and you’ve struck it rich. Except you’re sleeping. I’m not saying you’re blind to what’s going on and are missing the point. Rather, I ‘m saying that you came so close and just went off-track slightly.

What was the point of your post? I don’t really know. What was the point of my post? Well, in my opinion, it was just another normal one. I didn’t feel anything changed in the contents except that perhaps I explored a few more sensitive areas.

I would love to spend a few hours with a psychologist. I’ve no professional training but I think I could hold up my end of the conversation. Unless he starts using technical terms in which case, I’ll go to a psychiatrist and see how long it takes him to pronounce me ‘mentally unstable’ after having the same conversation with him too..

Like you, I don’t care much for the opinions or judgements of others. *Just saying that made me wonder why I’m spending time trying to correct your opinions (I also know that none ‘cept you and possibly “Puff” (because she loves picking at my mistakes) would have noticed)* I don’t even bother knowing what’s going on in the world so I’m hardly qualified to talk about world events. I write about what I do during the week simply to keep the general atmosphere of my blog light. I don’t like reading my own blogs. (I can almost imagine the reactions of a few readers (especially “Hyper Dude”) . I can’t exactly describe what they’re like. It’s like saying “DUH!”. Well not really. More like when one thinks “THEN WHY!?!? Why write them like that?” (I doubt “Hyper Dude” thought of the last question)) I can’t really think why I’m doing this then. Perhaps I do care what others think. Or perhaps I just want to help you finish what you started.

You said that “In the world I choose to live in – these are not the critical factors that run my life.” By these, you were referring to the world and to the people are around you. I wrote something similar. “People live for the world – I want the world to live for me.” I don’t care what goes on in the world. Rather, I want MY world to be about those things that I do care about. I want to know about those things that affect me and it is this which directs my thinking patterns. Those are the things to me that you say are ‘bigger’.

It is true that I choose niceness and I know that I’m capable of not being ‘nice’. However, my character is now heavily integrated with ‘niceness’. I don’t want to see people fail at whatever they do and I don’t want to see people suffer. If I’m planning on moving forward, I want to take people with me. Not so that I’m alone at the end but so that those who wanted to understand me finally know what I was talking about.

One point that I think I understand but want clarification upon is when you said “It’s why he needs to reiterate that he doesn’t care if someone has a problem with him and his blog.” It strikes me as obvious that you’re saying that I always talk about how I’m impervious to the opinions of others simply because I’m not going to let them deter me from my main focus – Understanding the bigger picture. Not the picture that the world painted for me but the one that I’m part of. The picture that I paint to suit me rather than adapt to. However, the shallower side of me wants to know that you didn’t mean to say that I should reiterate that ‘fact’ again.

Neither you nor I have an idea as to what it is that we’re trying to find an answer to. I feel that I’ve reached the same point of confusion that you have. (It’s almost like we reached a certain stage of enlightenment (now I’m talking like a monk) but does that mean that we’ve reached a stage where we answered simpler questions which opened the doors to more complex ones?) Don’t feel that I’m saying that I’m on the same wavelength as you. I think that we’re both trying to figure out the solution to the same question but we’re at different stages of getting to the solution. Also, I think (at this point, I’m not ‘sure’ of much) that on your way to getting to wherever you are, you discovered solutions to ‘other questions’ that I’m not yet aware of. I feel like I’m taking something away from you since you’ve spent so long rationalising and now I’m saying that I’m at the same point you are.

People scoff at the ideas and beliefs of others simply because they don’t want to think outside the box that they’re so comfortable in. I’m just restating what you said. My explaining to people why I wrote all this and why I think like this will be useless. My mum will probably want to tell me that I shouldn’t worry about things like these since I’m not meant to worry about them nor am I supposed to try to understand them. I suppose I’m expected to be a proper civilian of the world and do what everyone else does.

That’s what I don’t like. Conformation – Adapting to the world by becoming what society expects of you. I’m not saying that I’ll favour anarchy or will become a rebel. What I want to say is that uniqueness is something that we should cherish and not pass up simply because we don’t want society to think we’re weirdoes.

The silence that often accompanies me when all around me are talking loudly is simply because I don’t want to say anything to them which will either dampen their mood or cause an argument that neither will win. I listen to what they say and but I think about completely unrelated topics. It’s only every so often that I offer my two cents in the conversation and that’s normally to make a sarcastic comment. It’s almost like my sarcasm is there to say “You idiots… you’re just not thinking the right way” (I prefer “I’m sir-rounded by eee-deee-ots” but the first line was the first thought that entered my mind) which would mean I’m condescending and considering myself to be superior to them. However, I feel that I’m just hoping to have a few more answers so that I can finally tell people that they should spend some time thinking about some of the things that I do. When they get stuck and ask me, I hope to have the answers to help them along. The problem that I keep running into is the barrage of questions that continuously pop up.

People who have read my blogs will picture me sitting down in silence and just thinking. Thinking about anything and everything. That’s not what I do. I don’t spend my time thinking about anything. Rather, when a topic enters my mind, I analyse it as much as I can to get all the information out of it. Then I pass it off. I don’t sit and hope for a topic to arrive. I go about my life and let the topic show itself. I talk about how I want to take charge. Well, I’m taking charge in this case by letting the topic expose itself instead of searching for it. For when the topic pops up, I’ll be waiting for it ready to pick the answer out. Bwahahahaha!

Oh “Hyper Dude”. I was impressed today when you were talking about what you expected me to do regarding further university studies. Whether I’ll change majors or not. You were pretty convinced at the time that I was going to switch and even though you asked me about it since then, I doubt you changed your opinion. You said that I was a determined man and was going to follow up on the course switch. Yeah, I am determined and I am going to follow up on the switch. I was surprised you got this far but then again it was mainly because I didn’t expect you to talk about me. (I can’t keep giving you credit. Had to take something away) I guess I never thought that other people would want to talk about me. This is where you hit a dead end. Sure I’m going through all those steps. Like you, I don’t want to stop taking engineering. It’ll make me think that I’ve given up. I could have given up years ago and let myself fall back a year so that I’ll be with others my age. I could have given up and not let myself reach the point that I am at now. Yet, why should I look at giving up as a mistake? Sometimes, letting the offense advance far enough is better than standing ground and fighting. It’s like setting up an ambush. If I let my pride stop me from giving up then I could just be fighting a losing battle. If I retreat for now, I could give myself a chance. I’m all for going back to engineering but I want to consider my options. If I’m determined then I’m determined to move forward. I’m not determined to make things easier for myself. Rather, I want the challenge to overcome.

I don’t run from losing battles unless it’s the best thing to do. I’ve picked many fights (a few which degraded into physical ones) that I knew I would lose but went ahead with anyway, simply because of the statement I make when I let the opposition and the other people know that I won’t stand idly by and let wrong (in my eyes) prevail. You guys asked me if I’ll pick a fight with Omar. If he does something that I feel I need to stand up for, I will stand up to him. If he wants to beat me down for that, that’s up to him. However, my point will have been made.

“Beware the fury of a patient man – John Dryden”. Believe me, they don’t come much more patient than me. That is why I would be good at ambushes or sniping. Haha, that last sentence is probably getting all the defense agencies to check up on me and mark me down as a potential future threat. Well, you guys can go suck eggs because I shall one day become famous! If that doesn’t work, I’ll be infamous. I shall one day become known. “Not for fame and money but known for being there.”

Nicety & Decency

I’m in love with a girl.
The girl’s in love with me.
My best friend loves the girl.

I don’t know what I would do. I’ve doubted myself so many times as to whether I’ll be able to go through with what I want to do. However, when the time comes around, I always do what I wanted to do when I thought about the problem beforehand. I just hope that my ‘wants’ remain unselfish and that my actions fulfil those wants.

Once I became aware of the situation, my first thought was that I should let my friend ‘have’ the girl. It’s almost like handing over a piece of property. In that case, it’s the most prized possession that a man can have. I don’t think ‘having’ the girl is the same as having a measly piece of property but a solution to problems, a guide to happiness and above all the last piece of the puzzle. The person who completes the guy. It’s not that I don’t want the girl for myself but I should step back and wish the best for my friend. It would involve breaking a heart but the heart would ‘heal’ later on. I’m not going to say much on this matter. I talked earlier about how I would give up my life if humanity would benefit greatly from it. Similarly, I’m willing to shed a tear alone rather than laugh with a girl by my side and a saddened friend in the shadows. “I love you so much that I wish you to be loved even after I’m gone.” Sappy line. Really sappy. But so deep! Yaar “Hyper Dude”, I’ll argue with you later.

“Bandit” has asked me on a few occasions why I’m so nice. Does that really matter to anyone? The point is that I’m nice so they should be happy with that. “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.” I myself have never delved too deeply into figuring out why I’m so nice. The world is too skeptical to believe the reasons I’ve given them and that makes me doubt my own drives. I doubt my own motives yet I never stray from being nice.

Why do I work in silence so that others aren’t disturbed?
Why do I remain uncomfortable so that others are comfortable?
Why do I wakeup to give wakeup calls?
Why do I give my seat up to others?
Why do I work so that others may rest?
Why do I listen so that others may unburden but not unburden myself?
Why do I wish for others to be happy even at the expense of my own?
Why do I wish for my friend to have love when it means I must ignore my own?

All these acts seem so common and won’t strike any of you as being different from what you do. I’m glad if you feel that way for that means that nicety is not as rare as some people think. Yet, I guess that I’m considered nicer only because my actions occur more frequently and because I put more effort (I hope) in to them.

When “Sis” asked me why I was so nice (after I finally stopped annoying her), I told her that it was the happiness of others that I wanted. If they were happy, then I was happy. It was such a cliché line but it was what I believed. I think her scorn was the most discouraging of all. The other people who scoffed were my own friends! Just seems that no one believes in selfless acts anymore and that saddens me. I don’t intend on becoming a doormat nor should anyone else. The disbelief that I received from others just made me feel as if they were belittling one of my greatest principles. I still feel so helpless when someone picks on that tenet of mine because I know that arguing won’t help and I can’t change their view at that time. Hopefully, they’ll eventually realise that I’m not lying to them or to myself.

So “Bandit”, to give you a straight answer, I’m nice because I want others to be happy above all else. If anyone is looking for a selfish motive on my behalf, consider this: My personal gain from all this is my own happiness. That’ll be my drive.

The doubts that I harbour remain. I wonder whether I’m nice now because I’m expected to be, because I was raised to be and because I am meant to be. Do I really care whether others only think good things when they think of me? Do I care so much that I’m nice simply because of that? I decided a long time ago that the reason didn’t matter. The fact that I was nice was the only thing that mattered.

To my group here in Chestnut, I want to tell you guys that my exercises are done in the gym and nowhere else.

I think a few people have so much to say to me.

“Powerpuff” & “Bandit”, in case you know where my thoughts are coming from, then you’re only half right. Thoughts and feelings were always there. They were just invoked now.

“Midas”, I know you don’t have much to say “dammit”. Tsk! No need to call me an “ass”.

“Artsie”, I’m actually confused on how you’d react. Your infusion with “Hyper Dude”itis is quite acute. However, I feel that you’ll understand what I’m trying to say and will dutifully play out your role of being a friend either by not arguing or by letting me know if you KNOW that I’m confused (I have doubts about the latter) If I’m wrong, then say what you want to me. No need to be silent just because I expect you to be.

“Puff”, I’ll talk to you in depth about this anyway so I don’t feel I need to say anything to you right now. However, you’ve always been supportive, so I don’t think you’ll fell my pillar.

Parents, the above case is completely theoretical. Don’t start wringing your hands and asking Allah what happened to your baby.

“Banana Man”, I haven’t forgotten you but you won’t have anything to say. I should have the comments option active on my blog but I largely feel that I want no feedback.

There’s no one else to mention. The other characters that I’ve named in earlier blogs won’t have anything to say about this either.

Ok “Hyper Dude”. I feel that you’re bursting with things to say that contradict me. Let me see if I can at least present my side of the argument before you ‘unleash’. I don’t know what you really think of girls, but I know that you’re a decent guy. You consider my biggest fault to be my lack of emotions. Well, I really don’t argue against that. However, my lack of emotions is also my greatest asset. So many of my actions would have achieved nothing if I got emotional about them. Like the problem I described in the first three lines. It would be easier for me to ‘brush off’ the girl and help her be happier with my friend if I can put my own emotions aside and help my friend. If she’s definitely going to be happy with my friend, then I don’t need to be in the equation. Being part of someone’s life is just as important as not being in it. Not letting emotions control me, means I can achieve a lot more. I guess it could be said that I went too far in controlling my emotions. That doesn’t matter. I might have harmed myself but I don’t think I’ve ruined any of my ways of helping others. Actually, you have other arguments too, but I can’t remember what the others are and the one that I can remember, I can’t talk about here in depth. What I talked about above is a theoretical situation which I hope and I doubt will never happen. However, anything similar can follow the same lines.

In fact, I think I’m unemotional enough to talk to a friend about his faults to his face. My intention would be to help him become a better person and make everyone happier but I would also not care too much if he got offended and stopped talking to me.

If you want me to cry with you, then find someone else. If you want me to feel for you, good luck. If you want me to sympathise for you, fat chance. If you want me to help you, I’m your man. If you want me to laugh with you, I’ll give you a guffaw or two.

I think emotions are necessary and really make a person’s character complete. “Midas” said that emotions are ‘sexy’. I don’t know how to respond to that. It’s probably not even my place to remark on that. If that’s what she thinks, then it’s up to her and not to me to argue with her. However, I don’t feel that I need to show my emotions. Who’s interested in having a sappy conversation, anyway? I think I could hold up my end in such a conversation but I doubt I’d initiate it. Anyone, who wants to try getting a rise out of me, is more than welcome.

“Yeah, it’s just that lately, I’ve been feeling that life’s getting me down.”  Me.
“Aww, why? What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been feeling so stressed out and just don’t know what to do.”
“Talk to me about it.”
“I can’t say. Every morning, I feel so overwhelmed and can’t get myself out of bed.”

I rather fancy having a conversation that goes something like:

“Yeah, it’s just that lately, I’ve been finding it hard to sit down.”
“Aww, why? What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. I’m a pretty sanitary guy but I’ve got a rash on my arse.”
“Don’t talk to me about it. Gross.”
“I can’t say. Every morning, I feel like my whole arse is on fire and can’t get myself out of bed.”

If you want to see me emotional, then you’ll need to talk to me about something that really touches me. Ironic part here is that I’m too unemotional to let anyone know what touches me. So… tough tamales!

Drowsiness

Argh Argh Argh! I feel like Tim “The Tool Man” Taylor. More on that later.

I can’t even recall what I’ve been up to since the 9th of March. I have vague memories of doing so much that my parents wouldn’t approve of. Haha, too bad I haven’t talked to them in such a long time. I almost miss them scolding me for my bad sleeping habits. So, if I don’t seem to make sense, it’s because I’ve been up for 32 hours now. Don’t worry parents! I’ll go to sleep at 11 PM and that’ll fix my sleeping schedule. Ha!

Well, the Samsung Cup started on the 12th of March at 11:30 PM. So the usual gang and a few more gather up and we settle down for an amazing match. Too bad we lost. Yet the night was amazing – We stayed up the whole night, watching the match, taunting the Indians and having a blast.

“OY HOY! LADDIES!”
“AWESOME!”
“LADDIES!”
“MINE?! MINE!? MINE?!”
“LADDIEEEEEEEEES!!!”

So with sore throats and heavy eyes, we went our own ways to sleep. “Artsie”, “Hyper Dude”, “The Lone Ranger” & I went off to have breakfast. “WAFFLES!?” Internet went down on Monday (if I remember). Came back up on Thursday. That was annoying. However, since I gave up MSN, I didn’t find myself as lost as the others did. They had so much free time on their hands.

Second match on Tuesday. Didn’t watch that since I had a bloody client meeting. Well, at least the client like my team’s design. Now we just need to build it. Seemed like a close match. We won. “AWESOME!”

Test on Wednesday. Bah! Test on Thursday! Boo! Cricket match at night. Another all-nighter. We won! “AWESOME!”

Saturday night! (Hehe, reminds me of the song by Whigfield). “Artsie” says that he’s going to Victoria College. I decide to join him. So we take the subway there and meet up with “Midas”, “Bandit” & her roomie. I don’t think “roomie” has a pseudonym yet so I’ll call her “Sam” like the others do. Had a lot of fun there. That’s the good thing about university social life. You’re having the time of your life and just don’t think having more fun is possible. Then a single night proves you wrong. What’s even better is that that special night keeps coming back again and again and again and again. “AWESOME!” “Yaaaaay” <- (I think “The Lone Ranger” knows what comes after the “Yaaaaay”)

So spent half the night at an all-girls residence and snuck out around 3:30 AM. I know that there’s no need for me to mention this but I just wanted to give my mum a fright. Wait till she hears what happens later.

Slept at 5 AM, woke up at 9 AM. Went down for breakfast with the rest at 12:30 AM. Guess what we had… “WAFFLES!” Did you guess correctly? “AWESOME!”

Ok, “Hyper Dude” wants to go back to sleep after breakfast. After all, we’re going to be up all night watching the fourth cricket match. We went back up at 2:00 PM. “Hyper Dude” wants us to call him in an hour when we’re going to the gym. We do that. He doesn’t show up. We go up to his room at 5 PM. He’s still sleeping!!!! I think he finally got up after that. At supper, I start pondering what a predicament I’m in. A test on Monday, staying up all night on Saturday – Sunday night and assembling my ESP’s design device, Sunday afternoon. Not to mention a Java program to write and a Calculus assignment to be done. None of which would be a problem if I skipped the match. No chance! What a night!! We lost, yeah yeah. Makes the next match more interesting but the time spent with my friends made up for all of it.

Bought a couple of girls breakfast today in the morning. Haha! I can almost picture my mum going “Hai Allah! Mera baita bighar giya. Kiya kiya us ne raat ko?” Nothing mummy.

Oh! I met “Artsie’s” parents and his brother before the match started. Haven’t seen them in around 8 years or so. His parents are still the same as I remember them. His brother changed as expected. University life does that to someone. However, his brother’s funny. It’s like having two “Artsies”. “AWESOME!”

Anyhow, “Artsie’s” gone with his parents as has “Banana Man” with his. I’m sure “Hyper Dude” & “The Lone Ranger” are still sleeping. I’ll call them in 45 minutes to wake them up for supper. So looks like this weekend is going to end quietly.

A special shoutout goes out to “Midas”. Her wit makes the evening very memorable. And thanks for the “special” brownies. A normal shoutout goes out to “Bandit” & “Sam”. They’re pretty charming. To “The Lone Ranger”, CALM DOWN DURING THE MATCHES! To “Hyper Dude”, stop sleeping during the matches. To “Artsie”, keep the narays going. To “Sam’s” “Frenchie”, “Go study French until you become 19!” Just kidding, yaar. I’m underage too.

Well, overall, the past week has been memorable.

Oh! I almost forgot to mention why I feel like Tim Taylor! Argh Argh Argh! Remember I mentioned that I was working on my ESP design? Well I assembled it today. Made a flight of custom stairs, which can have a variable degree of wobble in each step. That’s the boring part. The interesting part is sawing wood, using drills, hacksaws and hand saws on the wood. Gee! What does this warning sign say? “Do not use if under influence or if drowsy!”. Bah, I’ve only been up for 32 hours, I’m not drowsy. Give me that saw. Now, which edge goes into my group leader? Now I’m covered with sawdust. All over my new shirt and shoes. Who cares? I’ll just wear my shorts and chappals then. Oh! I've been wearing long-sleeve shirts for the past week and let me tell you! THEY ARE HORRIBLE!

I’m done! I’ve summarised everything. A nice two page long chapter. I can’t remember too many of the details. So a short blog. I can almost hear “Hyper Dude” saying “What? You didn’t write a short one! Your blog is still “blud-dee” long!” Aaaaaah SHUT UP! “WAH”

Now, I’m off to find ways to stay awake for 5 more hours.

Desire

I want to die with honour, not live in shame
To take my downs and drag them up

I want to know my friends
Know how to help them be happy

There’s a desire to be successful
I want to have desires

I want to be known, not for money and fame
But known for being there

I need to care for things that matter
Yet nothing matters

People live for the world
I want the world to live for me

They say live for the moment
I say make your moment

If there’s no way out of your problems
Make a way

I don’t want to conform and follow
I want to be unique and lead

I don’t want the title of a Hero
Yet I want the satisfaction of doing good

I want to succeed for those who believe in me
I want to succeed to show those who don’t

I want to fill the void in the heart of another
Not with despair or love but with the knowledge of being loved

I want to go out and do these things
Yet it would mean doing the same thing I do everyday. Haha

Requital

It was an interesting weekend. I waded through mud, helped install a door and drove off in a white van with a Sikh leaving my aunt all worried. That was all in one day alone.

When I got back to Chestnut, I was not in much of a mood to call anyone and let them know that I had returned. “Hyper Dude” had called just two minutes before I walked through the door but I just felt that I had other things to do first. So I quickly showered, dressed fairly nicely (was in the mood to look (or try to look) good) and then did a whole bunch of laundry (Towels, bed sheets, blankets and clothes). Talked to “Puff” for a while. After that, I just hung around with a few people on my floor and went down to eat with my group of friends. “Midas” was over and stayed for supper. They were all talking about what they did over the weekend and it made me feel kind of left out. No, contrary to what they will probably be thinking right now, that was not why I was ‘dopey’.

“Midas” left after another half an hour. Not before she was happy with how “Artsie’s” bed was made and how neat his desk was. I should stop making my bed and cleaning my desk. Then I’ll invite her here! Psst, that’s not why I e-mailed you, “Midas”. I didn’t want to say in the e-mail nor do I want to say it here, so I’ll just leave it for now.

I was wondering about a certain choice that I could make. Is a choice that would either improve my friendship with someone vastly or completely shatter it, worth contemplating? So far, I’ve always stuck to not going down that lane. I guess friendships do mean something to me otherwise I would have done it a long time ago.

I’ve tried to lay off teasing “Hyper Dude” but he’s asked for it! The following few paragraphs are all addressed to him.

First things first! Dude… Word can correct all your typos. You can afford to take a few minutes out of your lazing around and just run the spellchecker. My blogs may be long enough to turn people off reading mine (MINE! MINE! MINE!), but your blogs just make it hard for people to read them.

You know how you asked, “Who the hell has the time to go through all of them?” Well, my answer would be “Someone who actually considers me a proper friend and tries to understand me.” Not someone who wants me to tell them “You’re the best”. However, in “Artsie’s” case, my answer would be “Someone who has free time.” (I’ll be mild with you here, “Artsie”)

I’m not “too strong for emotions” but I know better than to be moved by a movie. If something is going to touch me, it’ll be something more realistic and which concerns me. I guess I’m just not stirred by your shallowness.

Haha, you’re talking about other people taking a long time shopping? That’s like you giving advice on what the best hairstyle would be. Ok, “Artsie” tried defending you with the toque episode. “You need the best protection for your head”. Well, in my opinion, it’s too late for that. Your heads already been smacked around too much. Ok, say I let the toque and pair of gloves (I haven’t forgotten you were trying to shop too, “Artsie”) slide. What about the pair of jeans? That took an incredulous amount of time. What was the result? You returned those jeans after a few days!!! So if “Midas” took some time in just browsing around, why are you complaining? I’m sure it was no where close to the time you took and on top of that, consider the option that “Midas” might have been having fun spending time shopping and spending time with friends! Isn’t that something that you enjoy? What went wrong that day?

Side note: I thought you enjoyed going through long dark tunnels. “Escuzi Escuzi”

If you think that “a change in style is important”, I completely agree with you. You definitely need to change your style (And get rid of that necklace while you’re at it!). Your current one cramps our styles and really scares away all of the “Uber-bachis” I don’t care whether “Midas” called you a stud. (She was probably high on “ghaanspoose” at the time. Oh, not to deflate your ego too much, you can add two (possibly three) more people to your current list of three. My cousins think you are funny too. Even “Pikloo” said you tried hard and deserved a few laughs. So you can make that a total list of five or six.

Yes, I’ll “go cry”. I’ll cry for “Artsie” who has the misfortune of bunking with you next year. I hope they soundproof the rooms.

Oh, it’s not that we can’t see you while you sleep; it’s just that it’s such a gruesome sight that our minds block the image. That can be your super-duper ability.

On a more serious note, MOVE OUT! You’re being treated by “Blubber” just like Xena treated the guy in Eurotrip. Just say the word, damnit!

I’ll stop now. I didn’t have as much material as I thought. Of course, I could fall back on my old material. What do you say to that, Blueboy? Or are you going to try making fun of my MSN nicks again? That didn’t work out too well the last time, did it? May you go to Mexico, feel the wrath of Montezuma and spend eternity on a toilet seat.

Muchacha: “Te amo.”
Yo: “Lancé el gas.”

Words of wisdom: Not the best way to reply to the first line.

Sunday night, I talked to Sabbi. It was weird to know that she was going through the same mood swings I was. Made it kind of easier for us to try helping each other seeing how we knew what the other was going through. It’s not like we need to be in the same situation. Just by hearing the words of the other person, we can understand what the problem is. I’m glad I’ve got a cousin who I can easily talk to.

Since “Artsie” hogged all the brownies, I have to resort to eating cookies that I nick out of the cafeteria. Oh well, they’re pretty good too. Should have gotten a few rice cakes too. I can almost feel them sticking to my teeth.

“Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife, and I will have my vengeance in this life or the next”. “Artsie”, remember these words when you face me in Air Hockey!

A bloody busy week. Team meeting, weekly quiz, midterm, ten-page report and programming. I’m looking forward to Wednesday and to the weekend. Possibly going to sign up for archery, shooting and something else. What I’m most looking forward to is a reply to an e-mail that I sent out.

Nonsense

I haven’t got much to say. I decided to post a chapter that’s even less than a page.

I’m going to my aunt’s place later today. It’s not that I don’t want to go. It’ll be nice seeing her and my cousins again. However, I’m always swamped with work that can only be done here in residence. I’ve got a quiz on Monday, a midterm next Friday and I’ve got some stupid Java program to write and submit today. I like writing the programs and I get a sense of satisfaction when they work fine but I just don’t like how they keep getting more and more complex. Coming up with a way to solve the problem set forth is what I like and even typing out the program isn’t that bad. It’s just the problems themselves that I don’t like.

A couple of other reasons that tempt me to stay would be opportunities to hang around with the people on my floor and with my good friends. On Saturday, our floor has challenged the 15th floor to a foosball tournament and they want me to play. I won’t be here so that’s out of the question. On top of that, “Artsie”, “Midas” & a few others are going to the Royal Ontario Museum today. I wanted to go with them but since there’s some sort of special Egyptian dance today, I’m not going to even bother asking them to miss the dance just because of me. Of course, I doubt they’d change their plans anyhow. At least they’re not going skating this weekend. Hopefully, next weekend, plans will be made.

If I stay, it’ll also give me the chance to play some more Counter Strike with my friends. The last few times I’ve played, I’ve been racking up the kills. Even though we’re playing on some maps where the guns are just lying around, I prefer the proper levels where we need to use tact to beat the others. Of course, “Banana Man” and I are too good for the other four, so even without tact, we win most of the time. Sorry guys!

I noticed that I could mess around with the html coding of my blog site and that interested me so I spent close to an hour, seeing what different combinations of colours look good. I’m pretty happy with the current blend. Soon, I’ll put some on a scenic background and add some music. Haha, even though I told only Puff about my blog’s resurrection, “Artsie” found out the same day. He claims that he was bored and just decided to check all the blog sites including mine.

“Hyper Dude” still complains that my chapters are too long. Well, no one is forcing him to read them and I don’t even expect anyone to read them simply because they’re a friend. On top of that, he doesn’t need to read them in one sitting. IF you decide to read it, then just read a portion of it and leave the rest till later or never. How about you (“Hyper Dude”) stop complaining about how my “blogs are so blud-dee long!” and write your own?

“The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do - Walter Bagehot”. That’s true. It’s not just proving people wrong and exceeding their expectations of your limits that this refers to but to laws as well. When people (especially parents) tell kids not to do something, the kids become more determined to do that thing. If someone tells me what I can and cannot do, I want to first tell that person that they do not have the right to tell me that and then I want to prove to them that I can do at least a few of the things that they thought were out of my grasp. Knowing myself, I would probably throw in a few jibs and insults while I’m telling them not to tell me what to do.

We finally filled out our application forms. “Artsie” & “Hyper Dude” are bunking together next year and they picked a room yesterday. I can already imagine the chaos. “The Lone Ranger” did his earlier today. Now I just need to get “Banana Man” and “The Cheshire Cat” to do theirs. Not to mention my roommate. I’m hoping to bunk with him again next year but he’s too lazy to fill it out… Ah typical Omar.

Side note: Tummy is a funny word. Hi Puff!

Why is this chapter so dull? I’ll spice it up a bit, hopefully.

Going back to “Artsie” & “Hyper Dude” being roommates; it’s like declaring the end of the world. We know it’s going to happen but we’re going to let it happen. “Artsie” complains about how his current roommate is so messy. Shame on you! I thought you had been to “Hyper Dude’s” room enough times to know “Hyper Dude’s” no better. On top of that, I’m glad I’m not within earshot of that room. The echoes of “Mine” will no doubt find their way to my room and pulse in my head. I can already picture myself performing a perfect arc as my body goes sailing out the window. Right after that, one of those two will think that it looked cool and want to try it out too. Initially, a fight will ensue in their room where they argue over who gets to dive out first. After that, they’ll realise what a stupid thing it would be to dive out. The glass would cut them and hurt as they go through it. So it would be better if they went to my room and dove out from there. The glass would have already been shattered so they wouldn’t have to worry about getting hurt like that. Right after that, one of those two (I’m sure they’ll figure out who), will wonder if any girl would be watching them so he should go and dress nicely, put on some cologne and take a running dive to impress her.

Oh! My contact on Mars has sent me an early edition of tomorrow morning’s newspaper “The Mars Post”. In case you’re wondering, we met over the Internet and I later found out that he lived on Mars and was the editor. A couple of articles were of interest.

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Annoying human diplomat squishes three and jams probe up the arse of another.

Yesterday, the giant human representative that has the word “Opportunity” tattooed on its shiny body terrorised a small village just outside the suburban area of our planet’s capital, Aruna. As with the previous acts of terrorism, Opportunity (as the diplomat has become to be known) lumbered on paying no attention to our cries of pain and pleas of mercy. Several residents fled in terror as their homes were trampled. The government has called for an urgent meeting where they will decide whether this latest action was hostile. As more and more Martians raise their voices in protest of the last few decisions (all of which deemed the diplomat innocent), it is only a matter of time before the government will take aggressive action against the human representative.

Due to yesterday’s tragic events, three pour souls lost their lives as Opportunity rolled over them ruthlessly. Their names will be released once the immediate family has been informed. Another victim of the attack was Thor Butts, 28. He was sunbathing at the last remaining waterhole on Mars when Opportunity snuck up on him and jammed a probe through his rear end. After several minutes of excruciating pain where many electric jolts were sent through the probe, Mr. Butts was released and left lying in a pool of his own crud which he excreted under the intense pressure. Mr. Butts is currently at the hospital recovering from his injuries. He’s never going to be able to walk properly again.

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Yet another unidentified flying object sighted and photographed.

As Mabalza Ritchie trudged through the desert, photographing the wildlife, he did not expect to become part of a growing group of people who have spotted dark objects hurtling in the sky. As scientists hasten to find an explanation to disprove any theories of extraterrestrial life (besides the Humans) that have sprung up.

Esteemed scientist, Colin Marines, claims that he procured a small portion of the UFO that broke off and survived the trip through the atmosphere. On a structural analysis of the material, he noticed that the material was extremely soft and gave off a rather pungent odour. Additionally, a scan of the chemicals present in the portion revealed large contents of CH4N2O As of yet, this material has not been known to exist naturally and no viable reason for its existence has been given. Further information will be given as it is learnt.

I was reading through an early edition of “Space & Mysteries”. It’s a journal which answers any reasonable questions presented by readers. One topic of interest was on how the astronauts disposed of their excretions. Apparently, it was decided that instead of bringing waste matter back to Earth where there’s no use for it nor room to store it, the waste matter is ejected into space. Generally, the crap is sent towards the sun where it burns up. However, every so often, the turds slingshot around Earth and speed off in the opposite direction. Due to gravitational pulls, our sister planet is the unfortunate receiver of these disposals. According to the journal, “Thank goodness the Red Planet is devoid of life”.

Anyhow, enough science. I’ve already gone into three pages. Now I’m going to have to listen to “Hyper Dude” whine about how it’s too long.

I need to do my laundry and then pack a change of clothes. Heh, I get to go to Brampton to teach my little cousin Algebra. This should be interesting. I’ll see what else I can do there. Haven’t been there since January 4th, which is the day I left after spending seventeen days in solitude in that place.

Alright, that’s it for this chapter. Just felt like passing along some science jargon. Ta!

Resurrection

I’ve been getting quite a few requests from people to continue publishing my chapters. They found them quite different. (I would like to say ‘interesting’ but that would be lying, right?) I’m tempted to oblige but I’m going to take a few more days to decide.

I’m sure my parents have not liked reading through my blogs nor have my brothers. Ah well. If anyone’s opinion did matter, I would say my parents top that list. Then again, it’s not saying much. The opinions of others don’t rank too highly with me.

Here are a few points I’ve been pondering over lately.

Suppose your dad turns to your mum and asks her to comment on your looks. To say whether you’re good-looking or downright ugly. Which of these two cases will you prefer? For your mum to answer immediately or to ponder over it and then reply? Think about it…

Thought about it?

Ok, here’s what I came up with. Say my mum answered immediately, I would just pass off her answer as being a proud mother’s answer. The answer expected from a mother who will only compliment her son. In my case, my mum took a short pause before answering. That wasn’t too pleasing either. In my opinion, I was good-looking enough to extract an immediate response. Mein Bohut Chaloo Hoon. Heh, just goes to show you that people are almost always fighting a losing battle.

The other train of thoughts were invoked by a quote I read. “I mused for a few moments on the question of which was worse, to lead a life so boring that you are easily enchanted or a life so full of stimulus that you are easily bored – Bill Bryson” Well, the best response would be to lead a life down the middle. One where stimuli are plentiful but remain a luxury. One where boredom creeps up every now and then to help you remember and realise how good the luxuries are. To word a cliché, “The best of both worlds”. Now let me consider the optimistic sides of the two extremes. If I was to lead a life so boring that I was easily enchanted, then I would take even more pleasure in each delight that comes my way. If I was to lead a life so exciting, then I would be grateful for having a life as nice as mine.

Here’s the problem. I think that I’ll feel that way. What about other people? What will they do? Will I actually do the same thing they do, when the time presents itself? Will I complain about how rarely I come across invigorating events and how my life is so boring or will I complain about how everything I do just seems so mundane and that I need new challenges?

What is wrong with you people?!? Making me think like you… tch!

I admire the determination of some people. The ones that are dropped in such deep holes with walls of marble (or that non-stick material frying pans are made of) and yet they still climb out. In the words of Edward Everett Hale “I am only one, but I am one. I cannot do everything, but I can do something. And I will not let what I cannot do interfere with what I can do.”

Take a moment to absorb these powerful words.

Done? Well, let me analyse those words. “I am only one, but I am one.” It took me a second to realise the depth of these words. That this man knows his situation but is determined to make the most of what he’s been given. He may only be one but at least he is one! Fitttt hai yaar! Mr. Hale understands that he’s not able to do everything that he may wish to, but he knows that he can do some of those things. He’s practical. He’s what I try to be. He understands the situation and realises how it applies to him and what he can do. He knows his limits and he knows his talents. On top of it all, even though he said he knows his limits, he’s not going to let them stop him from getting the job done if he’s capable of it. He’ll do what he can and not worry about being hindered by minor obstacles.

When you like the character of someone, you wonder if you share any similar traits. I wondered if there was ever a situation where I showed that I was practical. I can think of a couple. One would be in how I approached missing “Sis”. Doesn’t help me so doesn’t make sense to keep missing “Sis”. Problem solved… “Sis” was no longer missed. Anyhow, she abandoned me! Waaahhhhh! The other situation was when “Hyper Dude” and I were having troubles with our luggage just before we were able to embark on our first solo trans-Atlantic flight. I remember my mum calling me on my cell. She was just a few dozen yards away but wasn’t allowed to come into the passenger area. She kept telling me not to panic and to remain calm. That brought a smile to my face. She took the hassle of calling me instead of just catching my attention and asking me to come over. “Mum, look at me… does it look like I’m panicking? I’m being so calm and fixing the problem as best I can.” I realise she wasn’t talking about the airport situation only but about any problem that I might face in Canada.

Let me go over what I’ve done since my last “lengthy” chapter. I went ice-skating on Sunday. That was a load of fun. I picked it up quite quickly and though I whirled my arms around a few times (like I was trying to shoo away the scent of “Banana Man’s” farts), I didn’t fall often. Started helping “Midas” and her friend learn how to skate shortly after that. It was like helping an old lady cross the street. You take her by the arm and progress slowly. Once you’ve helped her across, they can continue on their own. Similarly, I had a girl on one arm relying on me to help her keep her balance. Haha, it was a pleasant surprise knowing that a girl was willing to endure my company just so that she doesn’t fall. A scenario comes to mind where I’m holding onto a girl who’s fallen off a cliff… Yeah yeah, I know it’s abstract. So if I can’t pull her back to safety and we end up waiting for help, she’ll be willing to talk to me as long as I hold on. Comforting to know that. I’m sure some dufus out there just hoping to pop my bubble is going to tell me that the girl’s probably going to ask me to let go.

For the following week, a friend came visiting from the States. It was fun seeing him again. He and I have contrasting personalities but we get along really well. There’s a deep understanding between the two of us. Then again, he’s the sort of guy that people feel that they can trust. Well, it’s not like I told him anything . I was supposed to go to my aunt’s place for the weekend but my friend was going on Saturday, so I changed plans. Felt bad about deserting my aunt for yet another week but I thought it was justified. That weekend was a lot of fun. I watched “The Passion of Christ” with my friends from Chestnut and then left for Mississauga. Got Desi food before continuing the trip. I actually watched another Indian movie. I thought I was done with them a year back. This wasn’t all that bad. A few cheesy lines that got a laugh out of me. “Polly Pereira, tu meri aur mein tera!”

A note on “The Passion of Christ”. When I saw the pain that Jesus went through, I had mixed thoughts running through my head. Each of these thoughts can single-handedly anger a Christian, Jew or whatever. First thing I thought was that how a man who was killed by the people is now worshipped by people. Not only was he killed by them, but they brutalised the poor guy. Yet, I admired how he took all the pain and never once ceded. Instead, he asked for the Lord to be merciful on those who “did not know what they were doing”. Jesus did exactly what I was talking about a few chapters ago. He gave up his life for the people in the world. The cynical part of me kept wondering why he had to be such a martyr about it.

People were getting so distressed by the movie. The woman sitting next to me kept saying “Ohh! I can’t believe they did that!” almost every few minutes. Finally at the end of the movie, I said loudly, “Ohh! I can’t believe they crucified him!” The woman turned and stared me at so oddly that I couldn’t help myself and burst out laughing.

Note to self: Read the Bible and follow that up with the Quran. I’ve been meaning to read through the Quran and really soak up the words for ages now but the movie’s given me the final push.

I’ve made firm plans that I’m going to go to my aunt’s place this weekend. No matter what comes up. I’ve already turned down two temptations asking me to stay. If I was to stay here, I could go to the Royal Ontario Museum and see an Egyptian exhibition sponsored by the British Museum. Secondly, I could go ice-skating again. However, neither of these is going to keep me here. I’ve made a firm obligation.

I’ve made a couple more videos of me hanging out with “Hyper Dude”, “Artsie” and “The Lone Ranger”. Each video is in excess of three hours and forty five minutes. The laughter that emanates from the video just go to show how much fun it can be to sit with friends and just talk. These latest videos just go on to add to my growing collection of similar videos. I believe I have six such videos.

I’m trying to make “The Best Of – “ video. I want to compile the best scenes from every video that I’ve made with my friends and put them together. I tried that with an older video and the results were really encouraging. However, I’ve run into a few snags. After I get past them, I think I can come up with a fifteen minute video that’ll keep the six of us in stitches. Of course, these videos are not to leave our group since they are too incriminating.

I managed to get “Uber-bachi”’s MSN address. I didn’t need as much tact as others had led me to believe. I just outright asked for it and got it. The ironic part was that I had given up using MSN the night before. Of course, it’s not a hard and fast rule but I had full intentions of not using MSN at all unless I had to transfer some files. However, around 1 AM on Sunday morning, the above mentioned trio told me to go on MSN and at least add her to my list. I did that and shortly thereafter, she added me. Short conversation there which involved a lot of laughter and lewd suggestions on my side of the conversation. Of course, none of these were relayed to her. I was talking to her earlier tonight with “The Trio” in my room again. This conversation was a lot more awkward and involved me going out on a few limbs that I didn’t have. My conversation was likened to a paratrooper under fire from an anti-aircraft gun… A sniper rifle being use to shoot down a mosquito. Ffor those who don’t get it -- OVERKILL! Jeez, do I have to be so simple? I think the high-light of the conversation was me scrambling all over my room, opening suitcases looking for a French dictionary hoping to find the meaning of a Spanish word. I can see the hilarity in the sentence alone. Use your imagination to wonder how much funnier the actual scene was.

I think that I’ve reached a brick wall in my conversations with “Uber-bachi”. She’s shot me down too many times and it’s been getting harder and harder to keep getting back up. Now I know how the fanatic-like Samurai in “The Last Samurai” felt. Getting up and being shot back down… I think in the middle, I had “Uber-bachi” stumped but she dealt with it after a short pause. I think I prefer my conversations with her to be in person. However, I haven’t seen her since I got her MSN. What a pickle!

I had a haircut two weeks ago. Since that day, my hair’s been trying to show everyone that I’m an evil doctor. It’s been standing up and acting like a “Sail”. Everyone’s telling me that it looks horrible but I can’t see my own hair and their opinions don’t matter, I’m not going to lift a finger to change it. The good thing about my hair is that I can be sure that it’ll look exactly the same every day without me touching it. So I don’t even glance at the mirror in the mornings.

For my complaint of the day, I’d just like to say how I find it unbelievable that people can ignore their upbringings and traditions simply because of the “Western influence”. My little cousins have boyfriends/girlfriends and seem to think nothing of it. On the other hand, I consider myself traditional but still fairly “modern”. I’ll get a girlfriend but not while I’m too young. It’s the same with swearing. I was raised to know that swearing was really bad. However, not everyone else thinks the same way I do. I can understand that and relate to that. I just wish they would approach things more logically.

To think I was losing my touch of writing long chapters. Here’s one that’s pushing five pages. Then again, I didn’t write anything for almost two weeks. Then again it’s not like someone’s going to be able to read through the whole thing. Yeah, I decided that I’ll post this. However, I’m not telling anyone that I’m publishing again. Except for Puff, perhaps.