The Book of the Damned

Back Again... At Long Last

2009-04-20T22:11:00.002+05:30

Hi All... I'm back.... yet again.... It's been a while and all of you've probably stopped visiting my l'il old blog anyways =P

Many apologies for that... I was just too busy (doing absolutely nothing) to blog.... I'm serious... cross my heart and hope to die... It's been almost a year and college isn't as bad as I figured it out to be... infact, it really sucks that one year ended so quickly... saad really... Its been an awesome one year at that... I'll load the pictures when I get a chance to... and post a lot more often too =)

Really have to start posting more often.... I've got LOOOOOAAAAADDDDDDDSSSSSS to write bout so just hang in there and I'll come up with a post real soon...

cheers =D

Life at College...

2008-08-16T15:55:00.004+05:30

Hey all you wonderful people out there ! After a long, well-deserved 3 month hiatus, I'm back on my blog to share with you all, my experiences, so far, in college.
For those of you who don't know (as most of you may not), I'm doing a B.Tech degree in EEE. I for one, feel that this field has a lot to offer and hence, I find myself, in a typical engineering college, stuck more-or-less for the next four years of my life. Now, to be fair, I'll give you an un-prejudiced report of the on-goings in our college and I'll leave it up to my readers to decide whether or not my misgivings are unwarranted. Oh yeah.... first things first... Happy Independence day all you Indians out there (I'm one too =D). And another thing.... I haven't mentioned the name of my college yet. I'll let you know right in the end, if you can't already guess by then.
Basically, this is a college rated within the top twenty of all private engineering colleges in India today. Our chancellor is a well known personality, who has a world-wide following, and is an Indian spiritual leader revered as a saint by her followers, who also know her as "Amma", "Ammachi" or "Mother". She is a widely respected humanitarian and is known as "the hugging saint". She addressed the United Nations General Assembly and was recognised as a universal mother figure. As much as I would like to go on and on about her, I can sense your impatience, telling me to get on with it. And so I shall =P
Our college is located in an amazing place, at the foothills of the Western Ghats (or eastern, I'm not really sure which.... not surprising considering my dismal grades in geography, AND the fact that we're more or less surrounded by mountains). The climate is AMAZING and the greenery, awe-inspiring....

All this is really nice.... Great chancellor, great surroundings, great ranking.... so what's my beef ?! What could possible make this situation bad enough for this other-wise seemingly fine college to earn its place in my book of rants and other such what-and-what-not experiences ?! I'll tell you..... The food here sucks. Yes, it does. Trust me. Unbearably so. That's not sooo bad you say, afterall, ALL good things in life come at a price.... Great chancellor, great surroundings, great ranking, bad food.... doens't look too bad to me.... but wait... there's more....
The hostels suck too.... and you say "Aww... pish-tosh.... that's no reason to hate something.... you've got to learn to adjust.." don't deny it.... that's what's going thru your mind right now... right ?!

We aren't allowed out after 7:00... >.>

As much as I hate to admit it.... we're stringently banned from going out after 7:00.... why this magic number ? Simple.... our fairy-god mothers aren't as strong as Cinderellas'... so we turn into pumpkins when the clock strikes 7.... not 12.... As much as we enjoy breaking this rule, sneaking in and out of the hostel as we please, risking living the rest of our lives as pumpkins, lo-and-behold, they pull a double whammy on us and say "Those who're caught can't go out... at all.... not even home..." They have a word for this in English... its "forced captivity".... that is soooo unfair... we who celebrated our 61st anniversary of freedom, are cruelly kept within the pits of hell by the evil, little-children eating, walking dead wardens *shudder* (its true.... they're up 24 x 7..... in the morning, you see them in their office.... during lunch they're at the mess.... after dinner, they take room-wise attendance and at 2:00 a.m. when you go to pee, they're patrolling the corridors.... I mean OMG... O_O when do they SLEEP ?!). Anyway, freaky living-dead people aside, this doesn't seem too bad.... after all.... you can have fun with your friends in the hostel.... BEEP ! Think again friend.... Cards are banned, so are mp3 cell fones, and oh yeah, did I mention ?! So are evil and demented, instruments of the devil, the dreaded ipods ?
Its not as bad as it sounds (actually, it is... I'm just trying to sound brave), after all, that's how life is.... so to all of you who still are fortunate enough to find yourselves in schools, you're real lucky... and those of you who bunked those good old days of school, cursed those joblessly nosey teachers and generally thought school was just a big pain in the ass formality, do what I'm doing, get a good, hard wall and start banging your head against it =P

Anyway.... have fun while you still can... legally.... any fun in college HAS to be done illegally.... even eating eatable food.... sigh... don't even get me started on that.... take care all of you.... until the next time.... cheers ! =)

True Love

2008-05-22T23:19:00.005+05:30

The video says it all.

The Ajay Effect

2008-04-28T20:25:00.009+05:30

Good Afternoon Ladies and Gentlemen. Tonight we will be discussing a rather interesting topic. Irrespective of who, where or when, THIS certain something is a given in EVERY household with a fridge. By now some of you may have realised what I'm getting at. For those who, in the general public still find themselves, for some weird reason, clueless, I'll tell you what I'm talking about in just a few moments. Just answers these questions first.

Do you live with your parents or some other relatives ?

Do you have a fridge at home ?

Do you find yourself losing things in your fridge ?

Are there more than 44,363 million different things in your fridge ?

If the answers of all these questions are more or less "yes" (need not be true for the first one :P ) , then you my friend, are experiencing what is being popularised as the "Ajay Effect". This strange effect is very simple to understand once you know how it works. There are just two laws to it:

1) Stuff that needs to go into your fridge is always GREATER than the capacity of your fridge (equal to only in anomalous case i.e. when your friends come to raid it).

2) You will NEVER be able to find what you want before you lose your patience. In the rare case that you do, the item you seek will require you to empty more-or-less an entire row of your fridge. This is a fundamental law and is of no mathematical significance as such.

Well... I hope I helped you sort THAT out.... It is after all a MUST to always remain informed about the things around you, especially when it comes to something important like food. I'm off now. Gonna go and look for some 7up and go high again. Well... that is if I find it first ;)

Billionaire Gone Fishing

2008-04-28T08:58:00.017+05:30

Charles surveyed the courtyard of his newly acquired villa by the cliff. 'Its beautiful', he thought. All he wanted was some peace and quiet of his own and he was going to get it no matter what. He'd found the house up for sale at a ridiculously low price and snapped it up immediately. He had wondered then, 'What could possibly be wrong with it for it to be so unjustifiably priced ?'. He had asked his broker, but the man had no idea either. Well, he wasn't exactly the one to look the gift horse in the mouth but something about this house made him tingle. At 35, he was single and one of the most affluent and successful business men in the world, but that came at the price of not being able to spend even a moment's peace. It was funny how someone as rich as him couldn't afford some peace and quiet in his own backyard and hence, the hide-away.

No one knew about this house of his. He had paid the broker through second and third parties and was determined to see that no one invaded this sanctuary of his. He walked up the stairs of the main hall and turned left and started off towards the west wing. This is where he would sleep he decided. This side faces the cliff and he could see the waves crashing into the rocks below from his bedroom window. The large four-poster bed occupied most of the southern wall and the rest of the space was reserved for his shelf and chest. The mahogany dressing table was opposite to the window, which was covered by thick red drapes, giving the room a warm aura. He walked out of the room, closing the door and headed back down to the main hall. He decided to go and check out the beach. He had learned earlier that there was a small pathway from the grounds that led directly to the sea-side. There was a relatively large strip of fine sand which was part of the grounds, meaning his own private beach. The idea excited him. He hated public beaches for the sheer numbers that came there and it had been his desire since he was child, to own a beach of his own. He located the path easily enough. There had been some under-growth but it was nothing unmanageable. He carefully made his way down, avoiding the thorns. This was another intriguing thing about Charles. He was a self made man and this fact was often hidden by his huge wealth. So even though he was rich, it was not as if he was unfamiliar to hardships. For his age, he was in perfect condition. His toned muscles a testimony to his hours of swimming, he was far from frail. He finally made it down to the beach itself. The view awaiting him was breath taking. The sun was just setting and the sea was azure blue, a 'painters dream' as they call it. He looked back to the strip of inviting white sand, when he saw something he hadn't noticed before.

III

The woman was sitting near the shore, in front of a make-shift canvas. She wore an odd assortment of clothing, what looked like a two-piece top of some soft and silvery material and a curious looking shell-like hair clip held her brilliantly red hair in place, but it wasn't her clothing that Charles was looking at. He was least concerned about this. The lady, she was stunningly beautiful. He felt his breath leave him and he could swear that his heart was beating a hundred times faster. He cautiously approached her, careful as to not startle her. As he moved closer, he saw that there was a strange cloth wrapped and tucked in around her legs. She seemed to be completely engrossed in her painting and he, in her. She was the woman of his dreams. The famed 'perfect' lady, who would steel the gazes and breath of all men. This was her. She was right here, sitting on his beach and painting the perfect picture, but only thing, as far as he was concerned, she was his perfect picture. He walked up to her and admired the way she had captured the setting sun so well.

She must have heard him or sensed his presence in some way because she suddenly turned around and looked up at him, startled. "Hey", he said with a smile "that's some painting you've got there." She returned his smile slowly, her bright green eyes scanning him, trying to decide whether he was danger or not. "Hello", she said. "I didn't notice there was someone else on this beach." "Well, I just bought that house off that cliff up there", he pointed "and the broker said I owned the beach too." "Oh", she said and blushed red, greatly flustered. "I'll leave immediately. I'm terribly sorry, the previous owner allowed me... I didn't know... I'm leaving right now." "No, please, stay. I have absolutely no problem with you treating this beach as if its your own", he said, secretly hoping she would agree for he would die if he could never see her again. "Thank you very much. I live in the villa out by the other side of the beach and my servant carried me out today and it was such a wonderful day. He's promised to be back in an hour though I must say, he is a little late. My legs are weak from birth and I have a little trouble moving around on my own", she stated bravely. "Think nothing of it, my dear. All the more time for me to enjoy your company ", he said with a grin realising that he had fallen hard for the girl. "So, have you finished the painting ?", he enquired. She bit her lip, once again channelising all her attention onto her creation. "Its missing something", she stated after a thought. "I need to draw someone swimming out into the sea but I can't seem to visualize it" "Ah", he said "I can help you there." "Oh would you ?" she asked, her eyes sparkling. 'Could anyone refuse those eyes ?', he wondered. He started stripping off his clothes. It was as if he was completely captivated by her. 'This is what it means to be put under some one's spell', he thought, for he had never experienced it before. He dove into the water, with his thought still elsewhere and the sudden coldness brought him back to reality. 'What am I doing in here ?!', he wondered and suddenly remembered the mysterious girl on the beach. He turned around in the water to wave to her, but found that she was no longer on the beach. He heard a sudden screech and suddenly felt himself being pulled into the water. The last thing he remembered before the darkness took him, was the flashing of a large fish-tail against the setting sun.

The next day there was an uproar the New York Stock market. The Charlton Company shares were dropping severely in price and there was general chaos created by the rumors of the death of the owner. All the speculation was brought to a rest after the piece on the Sunday Times :

"The police of Cornwall have found what has been confirmed to be the clothes of the Billionaire industrialist Charles Wayne. He is suspected to have drowned off the coast and the search is still on for his body. He is survived by..."

The Mythological Mermaids of the Greek Isles are anything but a myth...

No Guns in Heaven

2008-04-26T07:08:00.011+05:30

Andrew looked at the defeated expression on Sabrina's face as he pulled the trigger. The shot gun exploded in his right hand and most of what used to be her gut lay on the floor. With a cry of desperation and anger, her boy friend Chuk ran at him, all his fury making him forget his fear. 'Admirable', thought Andrew, 'but not good enough.' The gun blasted part of his face and blood splattered across the wall. The teacher was covering the rest of the students, frightened to wit's end, trying desperately to inch towards the door. He shot her from the back and she fell on the rest of her 6th Grade students, crushing them under her weight. 'You didn't do anything for me Mrs. Summers', he thought with menace. He spotted Billy, crouching under the table and his fury returned anew. Two shots in the chest had him sprawling on the floor, dead. Someone was running towards the door, got to the knob and was about to turn it. 'Not a chance', thought Drew. He blasted Peter, sending him rick rocketing onto the wall. He looked around. All around him there was carnage. If only they had saved him, let him live. He slowly felt himself dissipating, disappearing from the face of the earth forever. "Wake up son ! Wake up !". He blinked and looked up to see God staring at him with concern. "Come and see." He followed god up the dais and looked into the well. It was in the cemetery. They were lowering a body. There was Sabrina, with her pretty little eyes sparkling in tears and Chuk, holding her hand, trying hard not to cry. Peter was standing next to Mrs. Summers who was crying openly and his mother was looking on silently, as the body was lowered, her grief not showing. He strained to hear what the Priest was saying. God, as though sensing this, magnified the voice. "Here lies Andrew Jones. May he rest in peace. He was a good boy and a great man. Loved and respected by all. May he find solace in the arms of god", the voice was fading away. 'It was a dream', realised Andrew. 'Of course it was. They don't sell guns in heaven.'

Fin

The Doppelganger Strikes Back !!!

2008-04-25T22:50:00.006+05:30

Well.... its like this you see.... Here I was minding my own business walking to the book store to waste some precious time of mine *which I already have loads of* and suddenly, out of the blue, unexpectedly, implausibly.... *well... you get the picture* I see myself wearing the same pale lavender shite and khaki 3/4th that I was wearing yesterday staring at me from the entrance of this huge house.... 'Its just your imagination.', I said to myself. 'You're not going to die. Don't worry. There is no such thing as a Doppelganger'. While I was trying to knock this into my already information un-friendly skull, our man a.k.a me.... er no wait.... him as in me.... if that makes anymore sense... disappeared into... you guessed it... thick air !!! - pollution =) *well... that's what always happens before the "second closer look" doesn't it ?! *

Now, come back.... 10 days later....

Its like 7:30 in the night and I yet again find myself minding my own business, sitting in-front of the computer, NOT looking at the game my brother is playing on the X-Box.... when lo and behold *hold your breath* ... the power goes off.... now for those of you who have trouble imagining a power cut in Chennai, its like sitting inside an oven with the lights off..... 'Wait', you say, 'What's the difference if the lights are on or off in the oven ?' Ah... it makes all the difference... at least when the light is on... you can see what's cooking =P

Well anyway... this is the kinda situation I find myself in... when what I decide to do is, to climb up the terrace in my house. You'd think I would stop at that, enjoy a little non-existent sea breeze but no... uh-huh... not ME.... I had to go and climb up the tank too didn't I.... now the thing with the tank is that there isn't any parapet wall up there.... its a good 35 feet off the ground and its a sheer fall all the way down on two of the four sides.... I stand up there with my hands spread out finally realising why Leanardo De Caprio Enjoyed this so much in the Titanic.... well... anyway, I stand up there, sans Rose and enjoy the twinkling stars above my head and decide 'This is the Best !'. I sit down, and enjoy stretching out, and after a moment's hesitation on lying down with a white shirt, I decide a little stain isn't something my washing machine can't handle, and so I settle myself comfortably on the cold floor... I don't know exactly when... but after enjoying the view of all the stars above my head, *The Tare Zameen Par Song playing over and over in my head* the darkness takes me and I fall asleep.... only to be rudely awaken by none other then my own little brother. I blink twice, resisting the impulse to call him what was in my head at that time. I look around to see one of my hands sticking out at the end of the floor. Whew.... would that have been a painful "Getting up in the wrong side of the bed". On closer observation, I find my mother standing down there, wearing an expression of utmost anger and from the looks of it resisting the impulse to come up here herself and knock me off.... I learn from my oh-so-helpful and not to mention *cough* life-saving *cough* brother that its 9:30 already... Oh-Boy... is this going to be one LOOOONG night.... *sigh* Anyway, after much lashing and thrashing, I manage to somehow crawl away from my mother and her dreadful wrath. Fuming, but still thanking my narrow escape, I said to myself... you're gonna have to try harder than that doppel buddy. My mother shoots me a look as if she can hear me think. I give a sheepish smile and return to my room, exhausted. Its true that if you survive the first attempt, you get away right ?! Right ?! Desperately trying to reason with my self that I would be the doppelganger for my doppelganger and the poor bloke is probably dead by now, for going off to sleep on a building much like myself, I welcome the darkness, this time in the safety of my bed, but not before arranging pillows on all four sides first. We wouldn't want him to get too many chances now would we ?! ;)

A Damn Cute Video

2008-04-19T20:33:00.009+05:30

So damn sweeeet ><

If I were a...

2008-04-18T22:01:00.004+05:30

If I were a beginning, I would be : Time
If I were a month, I would be : December
If I were a day of the week, I would be : Friday
If I were a time of day, I would be : Mid-night
If I were a planet, I would be : Mars
If I were a season, I would be : Winter
If I were a sea animal, I would be : Shark
If I were a direction, I would be : East
If I were a piece of furniture, I would be : Bed
If I were a sin, I would be : Wrath
If I were a liquid, I would be : Mercury
If I were a scare, I would be : Lucifer
If I were a gem, I would be : Ruby
If I were a tree, I would be : Oak
If I were a tool, I would be : Hammer
If I were a flower/plant, I would be : Grape Vine
If I were a kind of weather, I would be : A Thunder Storm
If I were a musical instrument, I would be : A Guitar
If I were an animal, I would be : A Lion
If I were an emotion, I would be : Curiosity
If I were a vegetable, I would be : A Cauliflower
If I were a sound, I would be : A Scream
I were an element, I would be : Iron
If I were a car, I would be : A Ferrari
If I were a song, I would be : Boulvard of Broken Dreams
If I were a food, I would be : Ramen
If I were a place, I would be : The Sahara
If I were a material, I would be : Steel Wire
If I were a taste, I would be : Spicy
If I were a scent, I would be : Sandlewood
If I were a religion, I would be : Fought Over
If I were a sentence, I would be : A Moral
If I were a body part, I would be : The Eye
If I were a facial expression, I would be : The Thought
If I were a subject in college, I would be : Calculus
If I were a shape, I would be : Hexagon
If I were a quantity, I would be : A Quantum
If I were a colour, I would be : Red
If I were a thing, I would be : Fire
If I were a landmass, I would be : Antartica
If I were a book, I would be : An Archie
If I were a monument, I would be : The Niagra Falls
If I were an artist, I would be : Leanardo Da Vinci
If I were a collection of poems, I would be : Forgotten
If I were a landscape, I would be : The Grand Canyon
If I were a watch, I would be : Swatch
If I were God, I would be : Strener
If I were a vowel, I would be : A
If I were a consonant, I would be : X
If I were a formula, I would be : F = ma
If I were a Science, I would be : Physics
If I were a theory, I would be : The Chaos Theory
If I were a famous person, I would be : William Sheaksphere
If I were an electronic equipment, I would be : An External Storage Device
If I were sport, I would be : F1
If I were a movie, I would be : The Road to El Derado
If I were a cartoon, I would be : Calvin
If I were an explorer, I would be : Indina Jones
If I were a scientist, I would be : Albert Einstein
If I were a relation, I would be : Functional
If I were a river, I would be : Siene
If I were intoxication, I would be : Red Wine
If I were alone, I would be : At Peace
If I were a question, then I would be : How ?
If I were a hobby, I would be : Origami
If I were a habit, I would be : Chewing Gum
If I were in an atom, I would be : Small ?! =p
If I were an end, I would be : Here...
If I were you, I would be : Doomed

Ten Things You Have To Do With Your Significant Other

2008-04-07T08:51:00.004+05:30

I decided to compile a list of ten things you have to do with the person of your dreams...

1) A walk in the rain
2) Go to the movies
3) Have dinner
4) Hug
5) Run a race
6) Feed some pigeons
7) Kiss
8) Go shopping
9) Write poems
10) Talk till the wee hours of the morning

Obviously not in that order... but these are some of the basic must dos... Well... what're you waiting for ?! Go have some fun right now !!!

The Hight of Highness

2008-04-05T23:40:00.004+05:30

Suppose something that was already soooo good... that you can't possibly fathom it getting better.... became a hell of a lot more brilliant ? Well.... that's how I found myself.... extremely dazed and red.... at 9.00 in the night... in a dark and cozy lane with the girl of my dreams..... yay !! Life has finally taken an upward turn ::drinks to all of your health and well-being:: I'm in a great mood.... so go ahead.... ask me for anything.... and I'll grant it if its within my power *note: offer valid till stocks last. Terms and conditions apply. Product available without this offer as well* lol... I just HAD to say that :P so.... looks like somebody up there and down here as well loves me *yipee*.... for those of you who are unfamiliar with the term highness or have general confusion in attaining exceeding states of downright unreasonable happiness or joy... THIS is HIGHNESSSSSS....... or... in plain English... I'm high.... and that's that..... g'day.... g'bye... sweet dreams.......... take care.... I'll catch you all later.... and I for one am ONE lucky guy !! :P

Status Update

2008-04-05T15:10:00.005+05:30

Hi all.... It's been a while hasn't it ?! Almost a month since the last post... Well... considering March was a massive pain in the back-side all the way from 1st thru 31st... it isn't surprising if you see other misbegotten souls much like myself taking it easy during this time.... nothing much... just doing some light reading from Resnick and Halliday or Morsen and Boyd or attending 6 straight HOURS of class or the like... like I said before... nothing strenuous.... just the kinda stuff ANY 16-18 year old has to do to "make" it BIG in life... sigh... gimme a break.... we all have to go thru with it but we ALL hate it ... irrespective of the age of the individual/party in question, so why not abolish it already ? Instead of commenting on the "Evils of Staying-up and Studying" or "Not Putting Effort when/where its most needed", someone should have the bright idea of commenting on "The Evils of Our Education System" or maybe on "When to Drop out of School" :P well... that certainly would be MOST welcomed.... I mean c'mon ! Its insane to pack off what people spend WHOLE life-times with, in just one friggin' year... I mean don't we get a say on what we want to DO and what we DON'T ?! No fair... I can decide for my self..... I'm legal already.... *well, almost legal anyway* and besides, by the time you read this I'm probably legal, a father of two and not to mention dead already ~~ *please read this again like 80-90 years from now so that I'm not wrong* Well... anyways... the much dreaded BOARDS are over.... cet fini *excuse my french* Hastallavista Baby :P and then its all gone............ and lo and behold ! What unfathomable evil rears it's head instead ?! The much dreaded ENTRANCES *deja vu ?!*
From the frying pan into the fire literally.... and with god knows what all rumors about the patterns in various "MOST-IMPORTANT EXAM IN YOUR LIFE" exams, we're in much more need of de-stressers then the likes of Bull-Ring fighters a.k.a Matadors... Well I don't know about you but I'm gonna rustle (pun unintended) up some HAM burgers sans ham of course (of course.... I'm a vegetarian.... go green ! - PeTA *sorry bout that.... damn commercials are taking up my time here too* ) and get all the rest I can.... I'll be back, so be in time for some more ranting....... cheers :)

P.S. The Story "Lips of an Angel" Part II is complete... here's the link for those who are too lazy to scroll : http://thebookofthedamned.blogspot.com/2007/08/lips-of-angel-part-ii-sorrow.html

P.P.S. If you DON'T understand what I'm talking about, scroll *yes dammit... I know its work but just do it* down and read the first part first.... *like d-uh*...

Back to Square Root of twenty minus five into four

2008-02-04T22:35:00.003+05:30

Hiiiiii all.... Yes... I'm still alive and kicking.... and no I've not been turned into an illeterate chipmunk by the wizard of Oz.... nope I didn't run away from home and join the circus or decide to fight crime under a lame alias..... I'm right here.... preparing for my BOARDS.... oh what joy.... T.T so while I'm grinding my nose I thought I'd let you guys know what I was upto in the mean time...

I had an accident near the beach (what a start...)
I was banned from using the bike for a month (Noooooo..... My precious !!! )
I had a really really big fight with a certain somebody (>:P)
I haven't eaten a franky in eons (damn petrol prices)
The carnival was a big ficaso (I was having LOAAAADSSSS of fun sitting in the computer lab and doing my project -bleh-)
No more hospital visits for me (Yay !! Yay !!)
My dad came from the U.S. (and left almost instantaneously)
I (read as my brother) got a new X-Box (Its still in the isolation ward)
I flunked my ass off in physics (sigh....)
I got high on 7up (no suprise)
And I have a friggin' board practical tomorrow !!! (OMFG.... I gotta go and study.... )

So anyway... you guys haven't missed much.... that's about it I guess.... unless you wanna talk about blowing up the kitchen or making chemical no; 456 (Vinigar + NaHCO3 + Coconut Water + Food Powder +blah blah... or about the big break up or the return to the unknown or the or the.... ahhhhhhh.... what ever.... byee all.... I'll be back ... I hope

My World

2007-11-26T20:03:00.001+05:30

Where-ever we are ....
And whatever we do...

I'm always so happy....
Just being with you...

And that's why I wecome
A day like today ...

It's one more occation...
to lovingly say -

"You Mean The World To Me"

Wait........

2007-10-08T23:11:00.001+05:30

I'll be posting soon.... I swear... don't go away... I'm collecting my thoughts :P

My Happy Ending...

2007-09-08T22:41:00.000+05:30

Where are the flowers ?!
All I see are tears...
It wasn't supposed to be so...
Why must you go... ?!

You did so much for me...
We were meant to be together...
But now... Sacrifice... It's a part of life...
So much for a happy ending...

Fate is against me, time is my Nemesis...
I am hated by those above...
For all the wrong reasons...
You're not here with me...

It hurts me when it hurts you...
I feel your pain when you talk to me...
I hear the screams when you wave to me...
I see the tears when you look at me...

Why does it have to be me ?!
Alone... against unbeatable odds...
My sins.. I have defied the gods...
burnt and ripped and torn apart....

We were supposed to be together...
But everything seems to be getting in the way...
And all this time you were pretending...
So much for my happy ending...

*Disclaimer: Heavily influenced by Avril's "Happy Ending" and Chocolate...

Screaming Whispers

2007-08-29T22:44:00.000+05:30

We were Strangers on a Crazy Adventure
I respected what you did to my heart
But now here we stand, miles apart
What ever happened to us...

This isn't the way it should be
It hurts me a lot, can't you see
I know I'm the one who said to all
But it still hurts, I wish you would call

I'll be there when the world stops turning...
I'll be there to see it through
In the end I wanna be with you... Everyday
Forever and ever...

So don't forget me ever...
I'll be back for you...
I swear... you'll never be alone...
Good bye... I miss you so...

Lips of an Angel

2007-08-27T13:55:00.001+05:30

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Lips of an Angel Part II: Sorrow

2007-08-26T18:43:00.004+05:30

He nestled between the covers she had brought him. He looked up into the sky once more, having the familiar feeling that someone was watching. For the first time in a while, he felt truly safe. She had come and handed him sheets before, talking about herself but never waiting for a response. He liked her. She was cheerful and had a lot to talk about. He'd learnt that her mother had died when she was young, and her father took care of her now. He was not very kind to her. He made her work all day long and never appreciated her. He knew her father was one person he'd rather avoid. He shuddered at the thought of what might happen to her if her father found out he was here. He heard something in the darkness and looked outside. It was pitch dark already and the moon beams were casting strange shadows upon the trees surrounding the inn. He thought he saw something move and shuddered and pulled the covers over his face. "What's the matter ?", she asked. "Are you afraid of the dark too ?". He looked out from under the covers and gave her a small nod, saying Yes. "Well, don't worry, I'm sleeping in the next room and besides, I'll leave this kerosene lamp here but just make sure you don't let the sheets catch fire", she remarked with a grin. He said nothing and once again pulled the covers back over his face. She sighed and left the room, closing the door behind her.

He woke up early next morning to see the sun shining brightly upon his face. He got up to re-orient himself with his surroundings and walked up to the small pitcher kept in the corner. Washing his face and taking a large gulp of the fresh water, he set about washing the blood stains from his hands. He opened the door and walked down the stairs up to where the strewn bodies of the girl and her father lay. 'Foolish girl', he thought to himself, picked up the bag of coins in the inn keeper's belt pouch and open the front door.

One did not entertain the Devil himself into one's house without suffering the consequences.

FIN

Lips of an Angel Part I: The Beginning

2007-08-21T22:31:00.000+05:30

Once upon a time... in a far away land, where the sun never shined and the nights were always bitterly cold, there lived a boy named Joshen... The people of this land were feed up with their miseries and prayed to god to save them... they prayed night and day and finally, after long last, the almighty stood before them in all his brilliance. "What is it you wish ? Speak", he said in a loud voice. "We all wish for eternal happiness", replied one stout hearted person. "So be it", said the god and vanished. The people were elated. They felt uncontainable happiness burst out from their hearts. They were all happy.

Joshen sat on the floor and held his head in his arms. He was lonely... and sad, for he was not present when all the other people received their happiness from the lord. The people bounded past him, some hopping, others skipping... but none took a second look at poor Joshen. He was all alone. He felt darkness coming and welcomed it willingly.

He dreamt about a rose, budding and blooming to its full glory before withering and dying. "Wake up! Why are you sad ?", he heard a voice say in his dreams. He slowly opened his eyes and saw standing before him, a girl of extraordinary beauty. She was smiling at him sweetly. "Why are you so sad ?", she repeated. Joshen gave a start and jumped up to his feet as if he were being stung by a summer's bee. Startled, the girl backed away, looking at Joshen warily. She seem to be deciding something, for a moment later, she tentatively crept back towards him. "Don't cry", she said in a low whisper, "It'll be ok", she promised. Joshen realised he must have cried himself to sleep again and hastily wiped away the remnants of yesterday nights tears. "Here, come with me", said the girl, holding out her hand. Joshen looked at her hand and then back at his own dirty ones. She grabbed his hand and started to pull him towards the local inn. "My father's the inn keeper. I'm sure he'll have something for you to eat". Joshen, on hearing this violently shook his head and started to tug against the girl's hand. The inn keeper didn't like him very much. She puled harder, indicating towards the inn. With a resigned sigh of defeat, Joshen stood up and cautiously made his way along the narrow, winding path.

The girl quietly entered through the back door, eased the bolt and motioned Joshen to follow her cautiously. She led him up the stairs, into the attic, to a small bed beside a window that overlooked the yard. "You must be hungry, stay here, I'll get something to eat". Before he could say a word, the kind girl was gone. He looked around at the interesting attic and slowly lowered himself onto the old moth-worn bed. Outside the window, he could see the stars twinkling merrily at him, as if they were sharing a joke at his suspense. He shook his head, trying to clear it. She waked back inside and sat beside him quietly. He recognised her more from her perfume than her physical presence. She smelled like dew in spring. "Here, have some bread". she offered. He gratefully took one piece and began to chew on it. "You haven't told me anything about yourself. My name is Carol . What's yours ?!". He looked up and sighed. She stared at him, and looked away "Ok, its upto you. I won't force you to if you don't want to". He sighed and continued to eat the bread. "I'll be right back", she said and got up to leave. 'Wait', he pleaded in his mind, grabbing her arm, 'I'm sorry...', he tried to tell her. She looked at him for a moment. "Thats ok", she smiled and left the room.

Random...

2007-08-18T22:25:00.000+05:30

She's Contagious... She's Rebellious
She's the one... the one they all talk about...

From the Darkness she came one day
Sent from heaven... just to make me pay...

Clocked in a shadow... an aura of mystery
And I said "hi", the rest was history...

The gods above... they smiled in glee...
finally Lucifer's trapped... now let's see...

And thus, she christened him "jb"... his fate, sealed
It is such that he shall never be healed...

Forever... alone in a crowd...
Remembered...Yet never to be found...

For the last time... please
Don't leave me...

Shopping Maul

2007-08-02T00:52:00.000+05:30

"Hey, dude, Put it there. Gimme a five man. By the looks of you I can see you're a mall brat, just like me". These days everyone seems to be a mall brat. Everyone, that is, who's between 12 and 24. That's IQ, not years. Mall brats spend the whole day hanging around shopping malls... doing what... ?! Why... like d-uh..."Window Shopping of course"... which is such a "pane" *pun un-intended* for all those poor, misbegotten shopkeepers... I'm not complaining... *not yet at least*.. but shouldn't there be something for the shopkeeper to look forward to after pulling out every single frigging box or dress in the store... other than having to stack it up again ?! And we complain about poor service... lol... Imagine having to make a mess... AND cleaning it up after you... now that sucks... big time... No sane man would want to do it over and over again... reminds me of something I read once... "Cleaning the house while the kids are growing is like shoveling snow while its still snowing"... more like stacking boxes after the mall-brats wreck havoc is like facing an avalanche with a toothpick ~.~ ... anyway... guess I'll leave that issue for you to think about... and oh.. I'm dead sure that you most certainly will... cause there's a mall brat in all of us just waiting to come out... the day this happens, all hell will break lose... literally.. Its been eons since I last posted... *not that anybody cares T.T * ... I decided to scrap the death note idea... due to uh... popular "resentment"... I won't be able to post too often anymore... so leave your comments...

Trust in My Command...

2007-07-28T00:36:00.000+05:30

Hi all you beautiful people out there... its been some time hasn't it ?! My exams prevented me from posting over the last few days... Today I thought I'd post something on "Trust"... a mysterious phenomenon ?! Trust is exceptionally hard to describe... even tho most of us would claim to know what it is... a few of us can really talk about it... for humans, trust is something that is inversely related to time... from the dawn of time, humans used to "trust" each other... looking out for their kind and all... as time went on, trust slowly stopped featuring in our genes and it was almost like a hereditary abnormality to be trusting... today those who trust are happily taken for a ride or are said to be extremely gullible... or looking at it from the pessimistic point of view, trusting people are said to be "up to something"... why has this steady deterioration been noticed thru history of a quality so desirable and sensible... imagine the world of today with trust... a world where you need not worry about WMDs being fired at you in your every waking moment... a world where you're not afraid to sleep, dreading whether that would be the last time you ever saw the world... a world where you could trust somebody to behave in a certain way.... trust... something that is not easily achievable I know... but at least to some extent, if we could really put our heart into in and learn to trust those whom we love more than ourselves in this world... that would be saying something... Love actually is trusting another with your very own life... trust is something the world we live in needs desperately... for "Trust brings forth love and it is indeed love that makes the world go 'round"... trust me... I'm serious... and lovable :D lol... getting back to where I was... "It is by far a better thing to do... trusting someone, than trusting yourself... for if you let yourself down... it pains a thousand times more... and you are ever more so, reluctant to rise again and try again..." Trust each other.. its the only way we'll see this thru people... I'll be back with more, later... till then, TRUST...

My God... My Tourniquet...

2007-07-26T07:48:00.000+05:30

Sometimes it seems that life is just not worth living *because of some people* while at other times I treasure life *because of some others*... Unable to vent any frustration over the last few days, I've come up with a plan... to devise a "Death Note" in which I enter the name *maybe not names... just a description would suffice...* of the person I want to knock off... don't worry... its not real... just another blog where the people who annoy me will feature...

"Disclaimer: Any similarity to a person or event is purely intentional and on purpose. If in the event of the actual demise of a chosen person or persons, the writer will be in no way held responsible"

Well... I'm glad that's out of the way... now all I need to decide is if I really will put this plan into action... it is not meant to hurt or insult anyone... just one other of of the 44,636 million ways to vent out some frustration... Anyway... putting that aside... its been a long time since I last posted... I've been insanely busy... all my teachers are out to screw me... with the amount of work load I have, I should be finished by 30th of July... 2010 :( damn... I'm never going to be able to finish... and sitting here is definitely not helping... the only bright side is this helps me decide who gets top placement in my proposed death note *conscience still battling it out...* And to add to my miseries, our culturals are around the corner *whoopee.... more work !!!* anyway, you get the idea... so I guess I should get going now... start working on all that "paper work" :P ... as Mark Day would say... Catch you next time... Cheers !!!

Lucifer the Preacher ?!

2007-07-24T06:43:00.000+05:30

Notice... in the last few posts I've been giving a lotta advise... I've decided to lay off for a while... *cheering in the background* ... Am defo not a preacher people... its just... well... forget about it... I've taken up a new motto in life *another one ?!* "Live and let live"... go ahead, do what you want to... lie, steal, cheat or kill... hey, its your life and its for you to live right ?! *I make it sound really bad don't I ?!* There is a time when we break all ties... when in the face of danger, we betray our own friends and comrades and flee as animals... much unfortunately, that day seems to have arrived... *yes!, I ripped that out of LOTR... so sue me* As much as I would like to go on about the weak will of men and the waning of our spirits, my conscience has been kind enough as to point out that I resolved to stop "preaching"... If even the most basic nature that defines us humans need to be taught, then we are lost... we are no better off than beasts... *it isn't philosophy...I'm sooooooooooooo not-philosophical* I am officially high... so if you find this post a l'le insulting... well... you're darn right... it is... a lot more than just insulting, that it is... Argh !!! Why can't I let it all go... I give up... we're all beyond hope anyway... we're born like this and we die like this... words like friendship, love and trust are just "words"... *what else would they be ?! ~.^ * I swear... I'm going to stop now... I don't seem to be able to get by while following my reso... and so before any more of you think I'm a complete deliquient, I'll leave... May peace be with you *so much for THAT resolution...*

Freedoms' just another word for nothing left to lose...

2007-07-24T00:19:00.000+05:30

Freedom... our favourite 7 letter 'F' word... right ?! ... Wrong... do any of you know what freedom really means ?! "The condition of being free of restraints." Restraints... now we're getting somewhere... are we really free ?! Do we actually get to decide what we want to do... you would feel that this indeed is true... You aren't exactly "restrained" in any way... just "curbed" *same difference right ?!* When is a person really "free" in the manner of speech ?! Well... that would be when he is exempted from all his responsibilities and when he has no requirements that need to be met... most people consider financial freedom true freedom... does that mean a rich man or woman is truly "free" from all of his or her responsibilities ?! No way... if you look at it from the rich dude's point of view, he has countless number of worries... Savings, investments, shares, what and what-not... would this imply that the opposite is true ?! Would this mean that a poor man has the absolute and much sought-after freedom ?! Uh-huh... sure... he would be free... if only he didn't have to worry about where his next square meal were going to come from... *lol... looks like no body's free* so... who's free ?! You or me ?! Well... what I figured is that one who can make his own choices without being influenced by the choices of others is a truly free man... he who doesn't give a damn about what others feel is considered a bast*rd, not to mention barbarious... those who give more than a damn are gullible and manipulable... so, where do you stand !? Do you think you can make a decision without worrying about the conclusions of the person sitting next to you or would you prefer being a puppet who moves the way the puppeteer wants him to... Its up to you... you have the "freedom" to choose ;)

Friendship ?! Yeah right...

2007-07-23T22:32:00.001+05:30

Ok... I'm officially pissed... what's all this best-friend crap going around ?! One day we're inseparable and the next we're like oil and water... I mean... people c'mon... it can't be like this... Is that all its worth... one day we go out together and the next we're cold and cynical to each other ?! What ever happened to the milk of friendship ?! The joy of love ?! Compassion and sensitivity seem to be of the bygone eras... Its officially time to review your friendship status... You share the best times of your life with your friends... life's too damn short to hold grudges... forgive and forget *not your friend btw... ~.~" * learn to make compromise... if we as friends can't make compromises then who the f*ck will make compromises for us when we go out into the world ?! A friend in need is a friend indeed... a friend who doesn't need you is still a friend btw... Give your friends their space... don't be over baring and commanding... don't show off... we're your friends... you can show us your bad side too you know... don't bit*h about us behind our backs... its not very nice... the key word in friendship is *drum roll* sensitivity... don't lose your close friends 'cause of some stupid argument that both of you can't recall... like I said before... life's too short... It is by far a better thing to gain a friend rather than to lose one
*like d-uh ...obviously* It's a small world after all... the more friends to help you get along, the better off you are... *hmmm... I'm being pretty high and mighty ain't I ?!* sorry.. I'm pretty sad at the way things are right now... there's no time left... you're obviously thinking of somebody at this time... go make up with that person right now... trust me... you'll appreciate this... Peace...

Jesus Of Nazareth OR Jesus of the Carribean

2007-07-21T23:06:00.001+05:30

Ever wondered how pirates came into being during the course of evolution ?! Renegade and fore'er drunk these Swashbucklin' Scurvy Scallywags are to stay, that they be... Arrr... Carved quiet a niche for themsel'es that they ha'e... If it be helpin', start of wi' that video me hearty... ye'll find that the rest be comin' much easier... Aye, that it would... Loaded to the Gunwales, we don' tolerate no Lily-livered landlubbers... Arrr... Bring out the Rum and sing with me Matey...If it be helpin', start yer sentence wi' a "Arr, me hearty," in a deep, throaty voice...

http://www.privateerdragons.com/music/pirate.mid

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.

We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot,

Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot,

Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.

We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack,

Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

Maraud and embezzle, and even high-jack,

Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.

We kindle and char, inflame and ignite,

Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

We burn up the city, we're really a fright,

Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We're rascals, scoundrels, villans, and knaves,

Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs,

Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.

We're beggars and blighters, ne'er-do-well cads,

Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads,

Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

Arrr... Till we cross swords again Ladie... I'll be seeing you...

Short-cut to Stardumb ?!

2007-07-21T16:01:00.001+05:30

Here I am... sitting joblessly in front of my comp and eating ice cream *mom would kill me if she knew* ... and I start to think... how do I get more people to read my posts ?! I mean... there is a reason I blog... and that's to get something across... open your eyes and peer into the mysteries of the world... what ever... so, getting back to what I was saying... every time I send somebody the address link... especially those who need to "infer" something from these posts of mine... I encounter a standard reply "Wtf is this ?" ... OMG.... look closely... what does it look like ?! Santa's bad list or maybe a birthday invitation ?! It's a friggin blog... and it would be much appreciated if you would actually read thru it and get the message... shit... :(( I just broke the glass door of my cupboard... damn... I'm so clumsy... *don't ask*... Am not even in a mood to continue posting... just finished clearing up the mess... well.. anyway... I guess this will be a short post... I didn't even get to the stardumb part but I guess that can't be helped... you'll never know what I was gonna say about it and this is gonna haunt you for the rest of your lives and you'll be turning in your graves thinking about what you'll never ever find out... Wtf is stardumb ???

What's a Lucifer ?!

2007-07-21T08:32:00.001+05:30

Believe me... I've been asked this question loads of times... most of my intellectual buddies have been oft rendered speechless *a miracle* when it comes to my profile name and so, this post is to educate yourselves... first of all, lets talk about the angels...

Angel (Greek angelos,”messenger”), celestial being believed to be a messenger, or intermediary, between God, or the gods, and humankind. All religions are concerned with the relationship human beings have or may have with the supernatural realm. In ancient Greek religion, in Judaism and Christianity, and in Islam this relationship is thought to involve angels—divine messengers sent to humans to instruct, inform, or command them. An angel can function also as a protective guardian, as a heavenly warrior, and even as a cosmic power. Moreover, the line between a good angel and a bad angel, or demon, is sometimes unclear. Hence, angels can be broadly described as personified powers mediating between the divine and the human.
Archangel, an angel, or heavenly being, of higher rank than angels. In Jewish and Christian literature, the four best known are Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and Uriel. In Islam, it is believed that four archangels guard the throne of Allah. According to Christian tradition, archangels belong to the eighth of nine choirs of angels. Arranged according to their importance, in descending order, these choirs are seraphim, cherubim, thrones, dominations, virtues, powers, principalities, archangels, and angels.
Lucifer, (Latin for “light-bearer”), name for the planet Venus when it appears as the morning star; Vulgate translation of the Hebrew expression for “bright one.” The Hebrew prophet Isaiah used the term in a satirical allusion to the king of Babylon, describing the frustrated ambition of the morning star to rise higher than all the other stars:

“How art thou fallen from heaven,

O Lucifer, son of the morning”.

This passage evidently reflects an episode from a myth of Baal, known to scholars through Canaanite texts recovered at Ra’s Sham rah in Syria. In the New Testament, star imagery is applied to the figure of Christ... he is called “day star” (Greek phosphoros), and he is called “morning star.”
Contrary to popular belief, Satan and Lucifer are two separate fallen angels. Lucifer was a Great Archangel, Prince and anointed Cherub. Even after his fall he retained some of his power and ancient title.

For more info: http://www.steliart.com/angelology_fallen_archangel.html

Whew... I'm glad that's out of the way... so, did you learn anything ?! k... what ever... I'll be back later to finish this... sayonara

Early Bird ??? Yeah right... dodo...

2007-07-20T23:11:00.001+05:30

ola ! I'm back... missed me ?! *groans* Ok... ok... no need to be so obvious about it... today I had chemistry class... remember the class that I said I had to rush off to before ?! And guess what... after all that hurrying, speeding and jumping signals, I arrive much exhausted and breathless to an empty class :(( *no, I'm NOT a nerd...* It goes to show that people who actually have the time to come up with stuff like "The Early Bird catches the Worm..." should have their innards examined... either that or these people had the misfortune of coming "early" to class... and trust me... you don't know what coming early to class can do to a person... especially when his first few companions prefer to discuss their term grades... it is torture.... pure and unadultered... after much grumbling and delays, class finally commenced... *no prizes for guessing who was grumbling*... well in this case the early bird turns out to be a dodo... screw it... hey... today's the 20th and tomorrow the new HP book's coming out... but guess what suckers ?! I've already read the end... read it on the 19th...those of you who can stomach the spoilers, please read on... *and no, I'm not a potter fan... je deteste' Harry Potter*

> Harry is a horocrux... its true... no way around it...
> Dumbledore makes another appearence... at King's Cross !!!
> Voldemort doesn't even know about the Deathly Hallows...
> Harry is the "inheritor" of the Hallows *suprised gasps*...
> The Elder Wand and the Cloak are two of the 3 "artifacts"...
> Voldemort dies... Harry has kids... James, Lily and Albus *No suprise*
> Dudly is a Meat-ball with a soft side... *I'm mean... don't hate me... :(( *
> The first chapter's Name is the Dark Lord's Assension...
> Snape and Lily sitting on a tree... k i s s i n g ... its true...

That's it... I'm getting sick of this... anyway... I didn't edit this or anything... typed it right now... (20th)... scouts honor... so don't think I cheated... I had the links to the pages... don't ask me for it now... wait for another 24 hours... it won't kill you... and in the event any of these "predictions" (?) ... er... facts turn out to be a little off... well don't blame me... the pictures weren't the greatest... well... putting that aside... lets get back to my long awaited intro... well... if you've looked at my profile, you'll see that I'm not much of a writer... I prefer writing something decently good once in a while and using the "copy and paste" philosophy so if you visit my orkut profile, don't be surprised at the flippant plagiarism * I luv using these oh-so-big words...* It's 11:45 now and I'm pretty high so don't take what I say too seriously... Anyway... heard of a popular book called "The Series of Unfortunate Events" by L.Snicket ?! Just so you know... that's my biography... an authorised one at that... and no, I'm not being sarcastic or anything... My Life, if you can call it that, is an unfortunate event by itself... damn... its one pot-hole after the next, a constantly decreasing curve *no ups, just downs* ... there I go again... I love welling in self pity... its the only for of pity I get :( *sigh* ok... ok... I'll stop... this is getting too depressing, even for me... *topic changer... ahoy!* I like making videos... you can check out my work at http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=alexanderjameslinks ... that's my you tube ID... some of the videos are pretty good if I should say so myself... modest aren't I ?! You should check out the anime videos that I've put up... and please don't forget to rate... :D anyway, guess I'll be turning in pretty soon, so the Grande finale of the ... er ... "Intro" will have to be later... maybe tomorrow, if I can manage a post... As those jobless dodos say, "Only Time will Tell"...

A New Start...

2007-07-20T16:14:00.002+05:30

Hi... I'm blogging after a really really looooong time... hmmm... I wonder why ?! lol... guess I'm just jobless AND I have friends who wouldn't let me live in peace if I didn't... Well actually, I'm pretty happy I'm blogging again... its a really easy way to vent of some frustration... but before I go on about that, I guess an intro is on the cards, so here goes... I'm your not-so-average 16 year old guy who like to ... well... I can't think of anything particular at the moment... it MIGHT be because I have a dumb physics assignment to submit... or rather one that I should've submitted today... but I bunked school !!! Yay ! I know... the thrill of bunking is like no other... especially on D-day... damn... I hate my stupid little brother... every friggin' time I use the comp he feels like chatting... and that too with the friends he just met at school... what a pain *waitaminute... didn't I say I wouldn't start bitching on day 1 ?!... well... that's just me I guess...* the idiot... lets forget about him... shall we ?! Anyway... I have class in fifteen minutes so I guess he'll derive his satisfaction... Well... getting back to my intro *sigh... my mind tends to wander a lot... even th its not old enough to do so...* I know... I know... My jokes are lame... Enter my friends... who think I have no better job than to conceive jokes that are at least decently funny... well sudd off... I'm not actually going to think here people... *as hard as that would be for me* and for those of you who don't know me... sorry for being so "un-explainatory"... you may be a tweeny-weeny l'le bit confused but hey! hang on... its gonna get better *laughing in the background* :-W thank you very much... hey... to all of those who DO happen to have the good-fortune of knowing me... consider yourselves lucky... I won't use too many names here *hopefully* well... anyway... would you look at the time ??? I gotta split... don worry... I'll be back... I hope... considering I'm going 60 on a bike that fails me at 40... wat evr... adios... will try to post once more today...