Ground floor of the house i stay in was rubble for six weeks. Renovation and other four letter words. All done now, looking swank, thankee kindly, and l'internet is back on, as you can see - wahey! Plus a housemate moved in his comp so I now have the old terminal in my room and I predict better bloggability.
Got thru my kung fu grade-2 end-feb. Three days ago I went for a club Powerthon in aid of a charity .. did 14,000 air-punches in under three hours. couldn't move my right arm for two days. But - moral of the story: if you can do what you thought you couldn't - what's stopping you with ANYTHING, eh?
I can't fucking believe India lost to Bangladesh in the World Cup. Wake up you twats!
Every now and then, and mostly when I log on to Orkut (i'm a newbie), I remember someone I had forgotten. Many a moon down the line, if i get Alzheimer's - shoot me.
Went to the US in Feb. To Indianapolis, two days after the big-fuckin-blizzard. Snowbanks up to shoulder height and cancelled flights on the way back. Sheesh. Travelling on work really does suck. Except supersoft beds and twin-head showers.
I love her. I do. More than I've ever thought I could love someone. What's life if you don't surprise yourself every day?
Iron Maiden rules.. beyond the scope of English adjectives. Maybe Eskimos should play their best-of each time it snows. You know, Bruce, I'll be your passenger one day.. upgrade me.
'Pain is weakness leaving the body'. 'Pain is weakness leaving the body'.
I don't know about you, but i can never drink too much wine. Beer, yes. Not wine.
Orf to Germany on work this weekend: Wendlingen, Wiesbaden, Mainz, Koblenz, Neuwied.. in 4 days/3 nights. Ha. I want to laze at home and drink cider in the park on Sunday afternoon instead. Provided the weather doesn't tank like it did this afternoon. Well.. in which case, I have Glengarry Glen Ross & Scrubs season-3 on DVD.
Tickets booked for a visit to India in May. The past 14 months have been the longest spell I've been out of the motherland, and I'm dead keen to be home.
It's only as shit as you think it is.
Some people go into hiding, some people are reborn. You have to love them for both.
posted by sac @ 9:44 PM
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6 Comments:
I see the whip worked ;-) I'm so glad to have something new to read... people have become so hopeless at blogging! Scrubs rocks... I stay up till midnight on a Monday night to watch the new episodes on TV... getting to work on time on a Tuesday is never easy. Hey, have I ever told you how much like Zach Braff you look?! I'm not the only who thinks so.
You always say that you'll blog more often and then you never fecking do! Vatha Bleady! Get your ass down here and we'll put our livers through the wringer I promise! :)
Good to have you back, Jet Li.
I thought for a moment you were so overcome with love that you had forgotten this little web-page of yours forever.
I might be in India around June 10th. How long are you going to be around for?
I cant drink wine either. Wine makes me faintly nauseous.
yeah finally, a post! don't make us wait light years for the next! aww, my sweet Sac is REALLY in lurve :) ...unanimous awwwww ...hegga hegga hegga hegga - kissa kissa kissa kissa - luvva luvva luvva luvva!!!
penny: i know.. i think i know more dead blogs than not. and you know, you're the fifth person to tell me i look like ZB!
WT: yes that'll teach me to blog more often!!
rael: ooh. near miss.. no mate, wil be gone by mid-may! tcha.
punkster: err, can never have too much, meaning i can drink loads of it! actually i can drink loads of beer too, but its sheer volumetric quantity does me in.
tart: stopeet you'll make me blesh!
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