SOOO nothing much has been going on in my life. It's still vacation time and I'm pretty bored at the moment so I figured I'd write to you guys. Oh yea...the title...well that just happened a couple minutes ago when I was playing pool downstairs in the common area. Drunk girl in her dress had her high-heels in her hands and was complaining REALLY loud that she was locked into the building....WOW!
It's interesting watching drunk people, kinda makes you think if you act like them. But then again everyone has their own "drunk personality". Some of us are flirty, some are emotional, and some are just plain out stupid, while some reveal their amazing intelligence. I still have yet to see the intelligent kind, and I'm sure there is someone out there who fits this because there's always an opposite. Any idea what kinda of drunk I am? Then again I haven't had an absolute smashed up night in a while. This Saturday is the field hockey dinner/night out. Maybe then...we shall see.
In the past couple weeks I've turned myself into a night owl and have made good friends with most of the security guards. We've covered a bunch of subjects from wrestling (WWE) to how some people think that 9/11 attacks was actually an inside job...yeah i said it! There's tons of youtube videos out there that try to prove this and even movies that have set out to reveal, if any, the true secret or whatever you wanna call it. Personally, I don't give a shit. I don't care who did it and why they did it. As a superpower we can't afford to waste time on trying to put the blame on someone. Rather, I would suggest to get up off our asses, pay respect to those who died, and continue with our lives. Sure it's easier said then done and I have not had that kind of experience of losing someone during that day, but I figured what use is it to your life that people keep sulking and getting angry at whoever did it. Why don't we show to those who did it that as a nation we are strong and an event like that, though tragic and demoralizing, could rather bring us all together and better ourselves? I guess I'm attacking both sides on this because those who want war are bringing themselves down to the same level and those who do not want war are too busy placing the blame. Is there another side? Sorry to go all "politician" on you...enough of that.
Moving on to happy news...last week I got a call, which is rare here in NZ because mostly everyone texts since its alot cheaper. Not many people are used to the crap load of minuets and free night and weekends or free mobile-to-mobile calling. It was Deepal's grandma...I guess it would be better to explain who deepal is right? But those of you who read this already know who she is and im pretty sure no one else reads it so that saves me the entire explanation. So her grandma called quite early in the morning for me (9:00am) and I answered as if I had a hangover and I quickly realized who it was. Had a nice conversation with her and she asked for me to come stay at their place for a few days. I said that'll be very nice since I never met them and they are family and are willing to help me so much. Deepal landed a day later and she called me saying she needed to sort some stuff out before she comes into the city (she lives about 45 minutes away I think???) Looking forward to that because I haven't seen IGG (that's 'egg' for everyone else in the world) ever since she left Boston to go work in New York.
A few of the crew went to Rarotunga and a few stayed back. So I hung out with Aniel and Dips for a few days but they're busy with their field hockey training and what not. Today had drinks and dinner with Dheeru, Jeram, and Shreda (not sure how you spell her name) and then Dips joined later. I got back pretty early and had no idea what to do so I just started watching a bunch of movies I got from my new friend Andy. That's not his real name, he's Malu (south Indian) so he's got a big name. Apparently he told me about D++...which is the inter-university/inter-building person-to-person (PNP for the nerds) file sharing program. And the rate of sharing and downloading is actually really fast. He also told me that the apparent 10-GB (gigabyte, for the none-nerds) cap on our internet is not really true! You can check how much of your internet you've used by logging onto their site and it always shows 00.00MB and 0.00 KB used. So i'm gonna load up my hardrive and laptop with TONS of TV shows and movies once the thing is back up.
SOO Here's a question? How do you approach a girl who you're interested in and you have a feeling she's interested in you? I mean...girls just don't talk out loud right?...but this girl did when I was outside sitting on the bench. And neither do they walk really slowly when you're facing them when you've seen them walk at a normal/fast pace. Neither do they sneak a few looks when they think you're not watching...right? I've asked Andy about her...he tells me she's a bitch, but her rommate is a sweet heart. But as always, I'd like to find out things for myself. Sure it hasn't served me well in the past (shutup to all those who know my track-record of girls) Hmmm any suggestions? AND don;t freakin tell me to be myself and just go talk to her...honestly if you know me you know I'd fuck that up in about 4.8 seconds. Personally I don't think ANYONE is themselves when approaching a person of the opposite sex. We sorta put on this "cool-factor" and try to either act tough, silly, intelligent, or just needy-for-attention. We change our personality and act like we're down to earth and nice and all...but no one really shows their true selves huh? Kinda makes you think of all those people who come back from their dates or nights-out and explain to their friends, family and co-workers about how "down-to-earth" or how sweet the girl/guy was last night. I'm thinking too much into this...BLAHH! But yeah so I got some new-eye candy to look out for. Don't worry "girl who looks at me and walks slowly past me everytime I see you"..I got my eye on you :-P (is that TOOOOO stalkerish or creepy?) I guess one day i'll get the balls to just approach and be like, "Shall we talk now or do you still wanna keep trying to get my attention?"...maybe that's not the best choice of words for a first conversation huh...
Well I'm pretty bored now...it's 3:15am..I would try and sleep but my insomniac self is gonna watch another movie...wake up and hit the gym.
Song tonight is Wavin' Flag by K'naan
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
"What? you got front row seating?...I'm the DJ, I'm on the stage bro"
So it's vacation time (Easter holiday/mid-semesterbreak/spring vacation/ whatever you wanna call it) I know I haven't been updating as often as I would like, mostly due to the fact that I wasn't able to load this page, and therefore I have no recollection of the past couple weeks of the minor details which I love writing about ohhh soo much (no i wasn't intoxicated the entire time....just most of the time :-) ). But I will reminisce about some events that are still pretty in-tact in my brain. BEE-TEE-DUBS (btw/by the way) How's everything with you guys? chillen like a villain? or busy like a titty? (because...let's face it ladies, if you got them, I'm sure as hell you're keepin the twins busy in the nice weather out here and back in the states. And if you don't agree...well change it to 'busy like a kitty', and well guys would just think of something else for the 'kitty' part, don't blame us it's in our nature. And if you don't agree with that, well then you're just a bag of douche (Yeah I said it!)..............................................................................................................sorry I didn't mean that ladies, you love me :-D (Jedi mind trick)
SO back during Darsun's 25th surprise b-day I had the privilege of meeting another fellow dressed as the big D-man himself (costume party), Dharmesh or Dhams, and his beautiful wife Ashwina, or Ash, dressed as the Disco Diva...
SIDE NOTE: I just had an epiphany...the D+N party stood for Darsun Naran...WOWWW!!! do i feel retarded, my IQ just jumped up a point, it only took a few weeks.
...During the party I found out that Dhams had a identical twin brother named Bhavesh or Bo (beau works too) who was getting married to Sangita (Sangi) in a couple weeks. So I was invited to the Bo's stag (batchelor party) and it well there was supposed to be some good entertainment, sweet! So we went to the stag and long story short...BBQ was good, entertainment was OK, (Montreal and Vegas kinda set the bar up there for me), and a couple fights here and there, we ended up going into town. Overall not a bad night, mind you I'm sparing all the details cause well it's a Stag party, what happens there, stays there. So a week later or maybe two weeks later was the wedding, and the first day was the dinner. It was at the Indian cultural center called Mahatma Gandhi Center, and this place is pretty damn huge compared to the non-existent one's I've seen back in the States. I walked into the dining area and just a crap load of indians and i was like WHOA!...but apparently that was only half.
The next day was the wedding which was actually really well organized and nice compared to the 9 or 10 recent ones I been to in India. Estimated population: around 1500. oh ya! tons of people. And with tons of people at a wedding...there's PLENTY of eye candy. And lemme just comment on this. Indian chicks have honestly got to be God's greatest masterpiece...other than sliced bread...(you can't touch that kind of awesomeness) But yes I would love to argue that Indian women know how to dress up and make a traditional clothing such as a sari look hotter than the dice on a winning table of craps in Vegas. If you disagree then well you need to make a trip here. But yes the wedding was great. The list of events was good for those who did not understand the meanings of the ceremony. I wanted to take one home simply because it made it more interesting learning and knowing of how the tradition has been there for hundreds of years. It also gave an English translation of the name of the ceremonies. I've never really seen that or paid attention in any other wedding to notice it. It's shameful of me not knowing of it, well at least i do feel ashamed. I was brought up at boarding school in India for five years and was basically 'culturized' there. True, I was never taught about the wedding ceremonies and I know I may have been too young, but I've been to enough weddings in my life to at least know what comes first and last, but I never understood what's in between and the meanings of them...sad guy!
It got sad at the very end obviously when the bride says her official goodbye to her family. During the weddings in India, this part I really never saw but I did see it during other weddings in the States. I was never affected nor did I ever feel that gulp in your throat that you get when you truly do feel sad. But this wedding, the gulp was there. I know exactly why it was much more sad during this wedding even though I wasn't related to anyone and neither did I know or meet anyone new other than the crew that was there, and I'm not gonna say it here just out of respect. Bo looked baller, Sangi looked amazing...and the ceremonies, people, and everything else in between were great. The speeches were great too. Bo's little cousin gave a speech. She was really young, maybe 3 or 4, and she's quite close to them too....reminded me of my little niece Rahni, back at home. Though i never met her, I imagine her to be just like Bo's little cousin when she turns 3: funny, intelligent, playful, and just an angel in a kids body.
After the wedding ceremonies were done, we headed to Bo's and Dhams' house for a few beers, something to kick back the long day they just had. They have a beautiful home, and amazing parents. Very friendly and very welcoming, just like all the parents I have met so far, just like all the people who I've met here. We all had a good laugh for a few hours before it was time to head home. The next day I don't remember what we did....
Well to tell you the truth...I'm out of ideas of what to write, writer's block i guess is what you call it. I mean im not claiming myself to be a writer so i guess this would be bloggers block? I guess mostly because I just watched an episode of House and one of the songs in the episode that came on while it was ending sorta hit me. So I guess you can say I'm thinking of ideas to write about my next entry...
I got it...
** Song: Aint No Reason - Brett Dennen
SO back during Darsun's 25th surprise b-day I had the privilege of meeting another fellow dressed as the big D-man himself (costume party), Dharmesh or Dhams, and his beautiful wife Ashwina, or Ash, dressed as the Disco Diva...
SIDE NOTE: I just had an epiphany...the D+N party stood for Darsun Naran...WOWWW!!! do i feel retarded, my IQ just jumped up a point, it only took a few weeks.
...During the party I found out that Dhams had a identical twin brother named Bhavesh or Bo (beau works too) who was getting married to Sangita (Sangi) in a couple weeks. So I was invited to the Bo's stag (batchelor party) and it well there was supposed to be some good entertainment, sweet! So we went to the stag and long story short...BBQ was good, entertainment was OK, (Montreal and Vegas kinda set the bar up there for me), and a couple fights here and there, we ended up going into town. Overall not a bad night, mind you I'm sparing all the details cause well it's a Stag party, what happens there, stays there. So a week later or maybe two weeks later was the wedding, and the first day was the dinner. It was at the Indian cultural center called Mahatma Gandhi Center, and this place is pretty damn huge compared to the non-existent one's I've seen back in the States. I walked into the dining area and just a crap load of indians and i was like WHOA!...but apparently that was only half.
The next day was the wedding which was actually really well organized and nice compared to the 9 or 10 recent ones I been to in India. Estimated population: around 1500. oh ya! tons of people. And with tons of people at a wedding...there's PLENTY of eye candy. And lemme just comment on this. Indian chicks have honestly got to be God's greatest masterpiece...other than sliced bread...(you can't touch that kind of awesomeness) But yes I would love to argue that Indian women know how to dress up and make a traditional clothing such as a sari look hotter than the dice on a winning table of craps in Vegas. If you disagree then well you need to make a trip here. But yes the wedding was great. The list of events was good for those who did not understand the meanings of the ceremony. I wanted to take one home simply because it made it more interesting learning and knowing of how the tradition has been there for hundreds of years. It also gave an English translation of the name of the ceremonies. I've never really seen that or paid attention in any other wedding to notice it. It's shameful of me not knowing of it, well at least i do feel ashamed. I was brought up at boarding school in India for five years and was basically 'culturized' there. True, I was never taught about the wedding ceremonies and I know I may have been too young, but I've been to enough weddings in my life to at least know what comes first and last, but I never understood what's in between and the meanings of them...sad guy!
It got sad at the very end obviously when the bride says her official goodbye to her family. During the weddings in India, this part I really never saw but I did see it during other weddings in the States. I was never affected nor did I ever feel that gulp in your throat that you get when you truly do feel sad. But this wedding, the gulp was there. I know exactly why it was much more sad during this wedding even though I wasn't related to anyone and neither did I know or meet anyone new other than the crew that was there, and I'm not gonna say it here just out of respect. Bo looked baller, Sangi looked amazing...and the ceremonies, people, and everything else in between were great. The speeches were great too. Bo's little cousin gave a speech. She was really young, maybe 3 or 4, and she's quite close to them too....reminded me of my little niece Rahni, back at home. Though i never met her, I imagine her to be just like Bo's little cousin when she turns 3: funny, intelligent, playful, and just an angel in a kids body.
After the wedding ceremonies were done, we headed to Bo's and Dhams' house for a few beers, something to kick back the long day they just had. They have a beautiful home, and amazing parents. Very friendly and very welcoming, just like all the parents I have met so far, just like all the people who I've met here. We all had a good laugh for a few hours before it was time to head home. The next day I don't remember what we did....
Well to tell you the truth...I'm out of ideas of what to write, writer's block i guess is what you call it. I mean im not claiming myself to be a writer so i guess this would be bloggers block? I guess mostly because I just watched an episode of House and one of the songs in the episode that came on while it was ending sorta hit me. So I guess you can say I'm thinking of ideas to write about my next entry...
I got it...
** Song: Aint No Reason - Brett Dennen
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