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Birthday: 13 April 1984
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Monday, August 23, 2004
Guess what man...I'm gonna be on tv on thursday in NTV Metro. The thing was this...Without me knowing about it, my friend added my name into the list of students going for a debating discussion on, 'Whether students should get involved in political issues'. TOday i went with the "chosen ones" to the tv place. We went in and another college had joined in our team. So it was basically, about 20 ppl in each team. I was in the opposing team.
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Tuesday, July 13, 2004
A reminder to all of you. I might add 2 blogs on the same day. So do look out for it.
Monday, July 05, 2004
I'm back. And better than ever. Me spending the night at my cousin's place, so that's how I'm able to update my blog tonight. Like always, it's gonna be a long blog. But tonight, it's gonna be very long. And I do mean long. But look on the bright side, it's interesting.
Swimming has been quite enjoyable these few days. The guys are always cracking me up. Recently, Rohitaj has a pretty stupid accident at the pool. He had decided to do a dive from the platform. Standard diving angle would be around....er...you do the math. So anyway, Rohitaj must have mis-calculated and he dived straight 90 degrees. In the water, while he was going down, he thought there was still more to go before he reached the floor. But the poor dude ended up banging his face into it. When he came back up, his forehead and his nose was badly gazed. But in the end, it was one heck of a funny moment.
And there was this dude, Santosh. Nice guy. He swims almost everyday. The thing goes like this. There were Anish, Me, Anand, Rk, Robin and some more guys that day. Anish suggested the idea of diving into the water together. But the catch was that we dive in anyway we liked, to which Santosh had no idea. He thought it would be a professional dive. Anish counted to three. At that moment, when all of us plunged into the water, Santosh at that fast glance saw the rest of us doing funny dives. He got confused and he got mixed with the professional dive and our dives that he landed flat on his chest in the water. That was so bloody hilarious.
After that, Santosh wanted to do the 'animal dive'. The rest of us were rather puzzled. We didn't really knew what he really meant, until he did it. What he meant to say was to do the dive Rob Schnieder(wrong speeling) did in the movie, 'The Animal'. Santosh ran and jumped into the water doing the seal movement, like what Rob did in the movie. Again he fell flat on his chest and he came out groaning in pain. All of us dropped down laughing, bringing tears into my eyes.
That was one of the most funniest thing I had every seen in my entire life. Soon after that, his nick became Animal.
Today I went swimming again. Nothing much happened but I was very hungry during the swim that I stopped swimming. I dressed up and went with Robin and Santosh to Ivan's shop. But it so seemed that the entire shop was reserved for Ivan's friends. One of Ivan's friend was going to Australia to study and he and his friends were celebrating a farewell party. But in the end, we got free meals and went home after that.
Speaking of Australia, my parents finally got their visa. They're leaving on the 12th this month, and they're gonna be back in a months time. I don't think I need to laborate on what's gonna happen when they leave. Think you guys already know this. HEHEHEHE(evil laugh).
I sold off my guitar to a guitarist of a local band called Creuntas. I sold it off for $588. I made a profit though. But it really pained my heart to sell it off. And with that money, I bought me a full face helmet, a wax for the bike, and the rest...er...hm...I bought my school uniform. The rest I spent it in Thamel with Robin. We stayed in a hotel called PoonHill for 2 nights. Things really went crazy during those nights. It all started back at home.
I was just being myself. And suddenly, my father accuses me of drinking before I came home. I honestly denied. I got so pissed that I took the remaining money, called Robin outside for a drink. First we went to this dance restuarant called White Moon. The reason we went there was because there works this hot chick and thought it would be cool to talk with her. The moment we stepped into the place, the stench of the toilet reeked into our nostrils. We sat down. The sad part was, we sat right next to the toilet, without knowing it. We moved elsewhere. We ordered gin and orange. There wasn't much of a crowd. We watched the dancers and I must say that they danced like it was their first time. Horrible. After a few dances, that chick came out to dance. Man can she wear cosmetics. She looked like a hooker. Actually, she is one, and a hot one to top that. After that dance, she came to talk to us. She smelt like a hooker too. One particular dancer really stunned us. She came out dancing in a bra and panties. It was so not arousing. Don't know why. It just wasn't. She kept facing our direction and opening up her legs, exposing her panty covered crotch. That was quite disgusting. Disgusting in a way that she wasn't really attractive, she was sweating and God knows when was the last time she washed that. 8.30pm, girls come out dancing in their lingerie. God knows what those dancers would be wearing around 10. Think the party was just being started coz since the place closed at 11pm. We got bored at left after that dance.
We rode off to Thamel on my bike. It was cool riding at that time coz the road was empty and there were hardly any vehicles. Robin directed me to a to PoonHill hotel, which was owned by someone whom he knew. We booked a room in a discount price. I left my bike at the hotel and went out to party the night. First we headed down to this place where they make this delicious sandwich. Good to the last bite. Went to this pub which had karaoke. Orderd 2 bottles of beer. There wasn't much songs which I preferred. I chose, Hotel California and Always. Got bored after a while. We finished our drinked and left. We decided to take a stroll. We came to this pub called 'Jump Pub'. The entry was Rs100. Very cheap. PLus with that, came a complementary cocktail drink. I was very surprised, and I mean VERY surprised to see transvestites. Sure I've seen those kinds back in Singapore, but that was my first time seeing it live in Nepal. We took our drink, sat in a corner and watched the party. There was this ugly trans flirting with me. I was....amused. I kept on ordering drinks once my glass was empty. The bartenders were quite novice in these cocktail stuffs. But alright. But I liked the bartender. He was cool, and nice. I bought a drink for him too. So Robin, me, and the bartender cheered together a special cocktail drink which the bartender conjured it himself.
And these is where the shit happened. But think I'll continue the Thamel events on my next updated blog. So stay tuned. To be continued.
But that doesn't mean this blog is over. Just the THamel events.
Let's move onto a topic called, 'I nearly punched Rabin on his fucking face'. I took him sight seeing that particular day. He wanted to ride my bike. I was reluctant at first but thought, why not. I so thought wrong. He assured me to trust him. As a friend I did. He started of quite good. I told him that, that was enough and to stop. He wanted to go on and kept telling me to trust him. For a while there, I was ok with it. Down the road, I wanted him to stop. But he wouldn't listen. He said he knew what he was doing. I told him it was getting dangerous but he turned to deaf ears. We were coming to a hump ahead and instead of slowing down, that idiot just went ahead. I had had it. I pressed on the front brakes and stopped the bike fearing my engine had been knocked. I shouted at him to get off. People were looking at us. Instead of being sorry, he talked back as if it wasn't his fault. His excuse was that he didn't see the hump. That was one of the dumpest thing I'd ever heard. Being a friend, I explained to him, about bike and road safety. He wasn't even interested in listening to it and instead asked me whether I was finished talking.
I had four choices.
1st choice: Beat the living daylights out of him.
2nd choice: Leave him there
3rd choice: Do both 1st and 2nd choice.
4th choice: Forgive him and say to myself that he's Rabin...whatcha expect.
I should have done the 3rd choice. How do you trust someone when that person doesn't even bother to listen to you.
I'll carry on the blog next time. I'm tired of writing for the night. Together with this and the rest of the un-written blog, it's gonna be both sides of the paper, like 3-6 A4 size pages long. I can't be bothered to check for any mistakes. If you do happen to find any, just think to yourself that I've made a typo-error and carrying on reading.
Swimming has been quite enjoyable these few days. The guys are always cracking me up. Recently, Rohitaj has a pretty stupid accident at the pool. He had decided to do a dive from the platform. Standard diving angle would be around....er...you do the math. So anyway, Rohitaj must have mis-calculated and he dived straight 90 degrees. In the water, while he was going down, he thought there was still more to go before he reached the floor. But the poor dude ended up banging his face into it. When he came back up, his forehead and his nose was badly gazed. But in the end, it was one heck of a funny moment.
And there was this dude, Santosh. Nice guy. He swims almost everyday. The thing goes like this. There were Anish, Me, Anand, Rk, Robin and some more guys that day. Anish suggested the idea of diving into the water together. But the catch was that we dive in anyway we liked, to which Santosh had no idea. He thought it would be a professional dive. Anish counted to three. At that moment, when all of us plunged into the water, Santosh at that fast glance saw the rest of us doing funny dives. He got confused and he got mixed with the professional dive and our dives that he landed flat on his chest in the water. That was so bloody hilarious.
After that, Santosh wanted to do the 'animal dive'. The rest of us were rather puzzled. We didn't really knew what he really meant, until he did it. What he meant to say was to do the dive Rob Schnieder(wrong speeling) did in the movie, 'The Animal'. Santosh ran and jumped into the water doing the seal movement, like what Rob did in the movie. Again he fell flat on his chest and he came out groaning in pain. All of us dropped down laughing, bringing tears into my eyes.
That was one of the most funniest thing I had every seen in my entire life. Soon after that, his nick became Animal.
Today I went swimming again. Nothing much happened but I was very hungry during the swim that I stopped swimming. I dressed up and went with Robin and Santosh to Ivan's shop. But it so seemed that the entire shop was reserved for Ivan's friends. One of Ivan's friend was going to Australia to study and he and his friends were celebrating a farewell party. But in the end, we got free meals and went home after that.
Speaking of Australia, my parents finally got their visa. They're leaving on the 12th this month, and they're gonna be back in a months time. I don't think I need to laborate on what's gonna happen when they leave. Think you guys already know this. HEHEHEHE(evil laugh).
I sold off my guitar to a guitarist of a local band called Creuntas. I sold it off for $588. I made a profit though. But it really pained my heart to sell it off. And with that money, I bought me a full face helmet, a wax for the bike, and the rest...er...hm...I bought my school uniform. The rest I spent it in Thamel with Robin. We stayed in a hotel called PoonHill for 2 nights. Things really went crazy during those nights. It all started back at home.
I was just being myself. And suddenly, my father accuses me of drinking before I came home. I honestly denied. I got so pissed that I took the remaining money, called Robin outside for a drink. First we went to this dance restuarant called White Moon. The reason we went there was because there works this hot chick and thought it would be cool to talk with her. The moment we stepped into the place, the stench of the toilet reeked into our nostrils. We sat down. The sad part was, we sat right next to the toilet, without knowing it. We moved elsewhere. We ordered gin and orange. There wasn't much of a crowd. We watched the dancers and I must say that they danced like it was their first time. Horrible. After a few dances, that chick came out to dance. Man can she wear cosmetics. She looked like a hooker. Actually, she is one, and a hot one to top that. After that dance, she came to talk to us. She smelt like a hooker too. One particular dancer really stunned us. She came out dancing in a bra and panties. It was so not arousing. Don't know why. It just wasn't. She kept facing our direction and opening up her legs, exposing her panty covered crotch. That was quite disgusting. Disgusting in a way that she wasn't really attractive, she was sweating and God knows when was the last time she washed that. 8.30pm, girls come out dancing in their lingerie. God knows what those dancers would be wearing around 10. Think the party was just being started coz since the place closed at 11pm. We got bored at left after that dance.
We rode off to Thamel on my bike. It was cool riding at that time coz the road was empty and there were hardly any vehicles. Robin directed me to a to PoonHill hotel, which was owned by someone whom he knew. We booked a room in a discount price. I left my bike at the hotel and went out to party the night. First we headed down to this place where they make this delicious sandwich. Good to the last bite. Went to this pub which had karaoke. Orderd 2 bottles of beer. There wasn't much songs which I preferred. I chose, Hotel California and Always. Got bored after a while. We finished our drinked and left. We decided to take a stroll. We came to this pub called 'Jump Pub'. The entry was Rs100. Very cheap. PLus with that, came a complementary cocktail drink. I was very surprised, and I mean VERY surprised to see transvestites. Sure I've seen those kinds back in Singapore, but that was my first time seeing it live in Nepal. We took our drink, sat in a corner and watched the party. There was this ugly trans flirting with me. I was....amused. I kept on ordering drinks once my glass was empty. The bartenders were quite novice in these cocktail stuffs. But alright. But I liked the bartender. He was cool, and nice. I bought a drink for him too. So Robin, me, and the bartender cheered together a special cocktail drink which the bartender conjured it himself.
And these is where the shit happened. But think I'll continue the Thamel events on my next updated blog. So stay tuned. To be continued.
But that doesn't mean this blog is over. Just the THamel events.
Let's move onto a topic called, 'I nearly punched Rabin on his fucking face'. I took him sight seeing that particular day. He wanted to ride my bike. I was reluctant at first but thought, why not. I so thought wrong. He assured me to trust him. As a friend I did. He started of quite good. I told him that, that was enough and to stop. He wanted to go on and kept telling me to trust him. For a while there, I was ok with it. Down the road, I wanted him to stop. But he wouldn't listen. He said he knew what he was doing. I told him it was getting dangerous but he turned to deaf ears. We were coming to a hump ahead and instead of slowing down, that idiot just went ahead. I had had it. I pressed on the front brakes and stopped the bike fearing my engine had been knocked. I shouted at him to get off. People were looking at us. Instead of being sorry, he talked back as if it wasn't his fault. His excuse was that he didn't see the hump. That was one of the dumpest thing I'd ever heard. Being a friend, I explained to him, about bike and road safety. He wasn't even interested in listening to it and instead asked me whether I was finished talking.
I had four choices.
1st choice: Beat the living daylights out of him.
2nd choice: Leave him there
3rd choice: Do both 1st and 2nd choice.
4th choice: Forgive him and say to myself that he's Rabin...whatcha expect.
I should have done the 3rd choice. How do you trust someone when that person doesn't even bother to listen to you.
I'll carry on the blog next time. I'm tired of writing for the night. Together with this and the rest of the un-written blog, it's gonna be both sides of the paper, like 3-6 A4 size pages long. I can't be bothered to check for any mistakes. If you do happen to find any, just think to yourself that I've made a typo-error and carrying on reading.
Wednesday, June 30, 2004
I'm terrible sorry for not updating my blog. The com at home has gone to the land of gigabytes(Dead). So I have to come to the cyber cafe to use it. But I hardly go to the cyber cafes. But by the day after tomorrow, I'll be back online k. So just hang out.
Monday, June 28, 2004
YO guys...me been busy lately.And as usual, I've tons of stuffs to talk about. I'm not gonna write them now but a few days later k. So sorry.
Monday, June 14, 2004
Hm...the blog seems quiet. My apologises to my fans out there. Was busy doing nothing these few days.
I've lots to talk about. Not sure whether I can fill it all in a single blog. Actually, I can, but it's just that you guys might get bored reading something that long.
Well, school's gonna start in 17 days time and I still have yet to order my uniform. The horror of a school uniform covering my ab-less, shagging breasted body. Worse is that I gotta wear a tie too. Might as well choke myself to death with it. Seriously woe is me. Since I've got a short period of time left, thought I make full use of it. These are the things which I've been doing while counting down to my last vacation?
Lately I've been heading down to Ivan bhena(brother-in-law, in this case, my cousin's husband)'s food stall, MoMo Stop. It's located at Jawalakhel. The place is nice, but I feel that he should add music to it, to bring out the ambience. But he thinks otherwise. He prefers to be different on this idea. He says that he can help me on a candle light dinner at his stall, if I happen to have anyone. That would be nice. It would be a lot nicer if I did have someone to have it with me. But I simply love the fried rice at that place. With added green chilli soaked in vinegar and dark soy sauce, it brings out the memories back in Singapore. I took Rohitaj and Asim there and they too seem to have fallen heels for that dish.
I really like Ivan. Even though he has reached his late thirties, he still has the mind, heart and soul of a youngster. All of my friends think he's cool for his age. Nonetheless, he knows when to act his age and when not to. In the end, everybody loves him.
So anyway, one particular day on my way home from Ivan's stall, Rohitaj nearly killed the both of us. Rohitaj was riding my bike and I was sitting behind him as the pillion. I don't really like to be the rider. Being the pillion is more fun. You don't have to worry about the handling of the bike and to watch out for the road that much compared to the rider. Back to the story, Rohitaj was going like 60km/h. We were coming to a junction and he failed to look at the lights. Just before crossing the line, he noticed the red light and he braked like there was no tomorrow(actually, if he hadn't, there WOULD be no tomorrow). From the top view, the bike skidded about 40 degrees to the left for a second and skidded back to the original position. We were motherfucking stunned for a while. I nearly peed in my shorts. That was a close one. But Rohitaj on the other hand was giggling with his teeth showing out. Close call to heaven or most probably, hell. Satan must have been watching the action from down below.
"Darn. So close yet so far."
I've been going swimming with my cousin, Himal, at our Anil bhena's hotel located at Patan. This bhena is rich but not really sociable. But who cares since we get to swim for free. The pool has a mini slide which is about a storey high. The hotel has this small man-made waterfall. The neat thing about this waterfall is that, if you were to sit right under the fall, you'll get a unique kind of a massage on the back. I just teach Himal how to swim and when he's not paying attention, I tend to grab him by surprise and give him a Rock's Bottom, Choke Slam, Back Supplex, Body Slam and other slams which you can find in the WWE.
Yesterday I headed down to a swimming complex down at Sadobato with Rohitaj. I met Anand and Rk along the way. We each paid Rs.75 for the entrance. It was quite fun with the guys. I taught Anand how to float using the frog style movement. It was funny watching his face make those stupid gestures while he struggle to stay afloat. Rk was up to his stupid ways making those sex sounds as he banged the wall. Rohitaj was busy swimming laps trying to lose weight.
Along the way, we started to make stupid dives. Rk came up with a meditating dive, which he called it the OM Shiva dive. He would be in a sitting position in mid-air with his wrists on his knees, like those meditating postures. I was about to make a dive when I felt someone behind me. I turned my head and saw Rohitaj grinning and showing his teeth to me. At that moment, he gave me a kick on my back, thus making me splash into the pool, while the guys laughed mercilessly. Anand and Rk managed to grab hold of my arms and legs and started to swing while counting down. On the 2nd count, Rk let go of my arms, making me bang against the wall. Does that doofus know how to count?
One thing I do not like about swimming is that without my glasses, I'm unable to view the lucious babes at the pools in their wet suits. All I see is blurred visions. Sad life. Ever heard of the phrase, tall dark handsome? Well I just fall into the dark part after all that swimming. Wonder where the tall and handsome went to?
It seems that here in Kathmandu, the kite season has started. You can see kites flying from God knows where all over the neighobourhood. And I must say that some of those kite flyers, like Suman(the dude who lives at my house), are pretty good at this. I was quite amazed when I saw his kite flying high. The kite flew about 20 stories high. But the sad part is that, his kite seem to lose to other kites during a battle. His threads aren't that good like others, so his thread gets easily cut off by other kites.
Euro Cup has started and MOTHER of all FUCKS. How could England have lost to France. This is not happening. Wait...this has already happened. NO.....! I still have my hopes up high. Go England.
Rabin has come to Nepal for a holiday. I totally forgot how irritating and pissing off this dude can get. But I'm not gonna go into that matter. But whatever it is, he's still my friend.
Anyway, I took him to lots of places to see. I also took him to a casino and we played Black Jack, in which we lost. Within a day, I took him to Pashupatinath early in the morning, Nagarkot and Bhaktapur in the afternoon and Thamel in the evening. That was bloody tiring. I was happy to hear that he was enjoying the tour with me.
Back at my place, we played this old game called, Snap with Poker cards. Rabin was at his utmost trying to cheat in the game. The punishment for the loser was to get a punch or what we call it, poison on the arms. It was fun and funny and most of all, painful.
We guys, Amit, Kamal, Rajesh and I all born and raised in Singapore thought it would be cool if we headed down to Pokhara for a visit since Amit was going to his home there. We called Dewal and Rabin along. Everything was planned from the beginning, till the end, of the trip. But at the last minute, all of a sudden, the whole plan was ruined. First Kamal's father disagreed with the trip, followed by Dewal, Rajesh, and then Rabin. Their fathers worried about the sandslide occurring frequently along the way. So in the end only Amit and I was left. The next bad thing was that Amit's grandmother had passed away 2 days before the fixed date. So it would be awkward for his parents if I were to go and stay at his place. So I too backed out from the trip. Shitty shit. Perhaps next time.
I'm gonna be selling off my electric guitar. I need the money. If I were to ask my father for the money, he would tell me to ask mom. And for mom's case, it's vice versa. I'm fed up with this stupid answer. I so need the money to get an full face helmet, a wax polish for the bike, a cupboard for my clothes, get some extra pair of socks and boxers and some sofas for my living room. Me gonna make me home recording studio. Just buy some sound proof stuffs like black clothes and pillows. I can practice my skills and knowledge on recording, since I'm aiming do my degree on recording. Pay off my debts and with the remaining money, drown myself in some booze. Hope the amount of money I get for selling of my guitar is just enough for the things I mentioned above.
But it does pain my heart to sell it off. I've got no other choice. In order to gain something, I gotta lose something. But this wouldn't have happened if that fucker has returned me my money. I'm still waiting for him to return back from Singapore. Once he does, I'm bringing my gang with me over to his house. The rest is history.
I've lots to talk about. Not sure whether I can fill it all in a single blog. Actually, I can, but it's just that you guys might get bored reading something that long.
Well, school's gonna start in 17 days time and I still have yet to order my uniform. The horror of a school uniform covering my ab-less, shagging breasted body. Worse is that I gotta wear a tie too. Might as well choke myself to death with it. Seriously woe is me. Since I've got a short period of time left, thought I make full use of it. These are the things which I've been doing while counting down to my last vacation?
Lately I've been heading down to Ivan bhena(brother-in-law, in this case, my cousin's husband)'s food stall, MoMo Stop. It's located at Jawalakhel. The place is nice, but I feel that he should add music to it, to bring out the ambience. But he thinks otherwise. He prefers to be different on this idea. He says that he can help me on a candle light dinner at his stall, if I happen to have anyone. That would be nice. It would be a lot nicer if I did have someone to have it with me. But I simply love the fried rice at that place. With added green chilli soaked in vinegar and dark soy sauce, it brings out the memories back in Singapore. I took Rohitaj and Asim there and they too seem to have fallen heels for that dish.
I really like Ivan. Even though he has reached his late thirties, he still has the mind, heart and soul of a youngster. All of my friends think he's cool for his age. Nonetheless, he knows when to act his age and when not to. In the end, everybody loves him.
So anyway, one particular day on my way home from Ivan's stall, Rohitaj nearly killed the both of us. Rohitaj was riding my bike and I was sitting behind him as the pillion. I don't really like to be the rider. Being the pillion is more fun. You don't have to worry about the handling of the bike and to watch out for the road that much compared to the rider. Back to the story, Rohitaj was going like 60km/h. We were coming to a junction and he failed to look at the lights. Just before crossing the line, he noticed the red light and he braked like there was no tomorrow(actually, if he hadn't, there WOULD be no tomorrow). From the top view, the bike skidded about 40 degrees to the left for a second and skidded back to the original position. We were motherfucking stunned for a while. I nearly peed in my shorts. That was a close one. But Rohitaj on the other hand was giggling with his teeth showing out. Close call to heaven or most probably, hell. Satan must have been watching the action from down below.
"Darn. So close yet so far."
I've been going swimming with my cousin, Himal, at our Anil bhena's hotel located at Patan. This bhena is rich but not really sociable. But who cares since we get to swim for free. The pool has a mini slide which is about a storey high. The hotel has this small man-made waterfall. The neat thing about this waterfall is that, if you were to sit right under the fall, you'll get a unique kind of a massage on the back. I just teach Himal how to swim and when he's not paying attention, I tend to grab him by surprise and give him a Rock's Bottom, Choke Slam, Back Supplex, Body Slam and other slams which you can find in the WWE.
Yesterday I headed down to a swimming complex down at Sadobato with Rohitaj. I met Anand and Rk along the way. We each paid Rs.75 for the entrance. It was quite fun with the guys. I taught Anand how to float using the frog style movement. It was funny watching his face make those stupid gestures while he struggle to stay afloat. Rk was up to his stupid ways making those sex sounds as he banged the wall. Rohitaj was busy swimming laps trying to lose weight.
Along the way, we started to make stupid dives. Rk came up with a meditating dive, which he called it the OM Shiva dive. He would be in a sitting position in mid-air with his wrists on his knees, like those meditating postures. I was about to make a dive when I felt someone behind me. I turned my head and saw Rohitaj grinning and showing his teeth to me. At that moment, he gave me a kick on my back, thus making me splash into the pool, while the guys laughed mercilessly. Anand and Rk managed to grab hold of my arms and legs and started to swing while counting down. On the 2nd count, Rk let go of my arms, making me bang against the wall. Does that doofus know how to count?
One thing I do not like about swimming is that without my glasses, I'm unable to view the lucious babes at the pools in their wet suits. All I see is blurred visions. Sad life. Ever heard of the phrase, tall dark handsome? Well I just fall into the dark part after all that swimming. Wonder where the tall and handsome went to?
It seems that here in Kathmandu, the kite season has started. You can see kites flying from God knows where all over the neighobourhood. And I must say that some of those kite flyers, like Suman(the dude who lives at my house), are pretty good at this. I was quite amazed when I saw his kite flying high. The kite flew about 20 stories high. But the sad part is that, his kite seem to lose to other kites during a battle. His threads aren't that good like others, so his thread gets easily cut off by other kites.
Euro Cup has started and MOTHER of all FUCKS. How could England have lost to France. This is not happening. Wait...this has already happened. NO.....! I still have my hopes up high. Go England.
Rabin has come to Nepal for a holiday. I totally forgot how irritating and pissing off this dude can get. But I'm not gonna go into that matter. But whatever it is, he's still my friend.
Anyway, I took him to lots of places to see. I also took him to a casino and we played Black Jack, in which we lost. Within a day, I took him to Pashupatinath early in the morning, Nagarkot and Bhaktapur in the afternoon and Thamel in the evening. That was bloody tiring. I was happy to hear that he was enjoying the tour with me.
Back at my place, we played this old game called, Snap with Poker cards. Rabin was at his utmost trying to cheat in the game. The punishment for the loser was to get a punch or what we call it, poison on the arms. It was fun and funny and most of all, painful.
We guys, Amit, Kamal, Rajesh and I all born and raised in Singapore thought it would be cool if we headed down to Pokhara for a visit since Amit was going to his home there. We called Dewal and Rabin along. Everything was planned from the beginning, till the end, of the trip. But at the last minute, all of a sudden, the whole plan was ruined. First Kamal's father disagreed with the trip, followed by Dewal, Rajesh, and then Rabin. Their fathers worried about the sandslide occurring frequently along the way. So in the end only Amit and I was left. The next bad thing was that Amit's grandmother had passed away 2 days before the fixed date. So it would be awkward for his parents if I were to go and stay at his place. So I too backed out from the trip. Shitty shit. Perhaps next time.
I'm gonna be selling off my electric guitar. I need the money. If I were to ask my father for the money, he would tell me to ask mom. And for mom's case, it's vice versa. I'm fed up with this stupid answer. I so need the money to get an full face helmet, a wax polish for the bike, a cupboard for my clothes, get some extra pair of socks and boxers and some sofas for my living room. Me gonna make me home recording studio. Just buy some sound proof stuffs like black clothes and pillows. I can practice my skills and knowledge on recording, since I'm aiming do my degree on recording. Pay off my debts and with the remaining money, drown myself in some booze. Hope the amount of money I get for selling of my guitar is just enough for the things I mentioned above.
But it does pain my heart to sell it off. I've got no other choice. In order to gain something, I gotta lose something. But this wouldn't have happened if that fucker has returned me my money. I'm still waiting for him to return back from Singapore. Once he does, I'm bringing my gang with me over to his house. The rest is history.
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
Nowadays I feel that writing a blog is futile, not sure why. But nonetheless I'll keep on writing for my fans out there, who alway makes time to check out on what's happening in my boring life.
Last week, there was a Inter College Music Competition, which was held at the Convention Hall for 3 days. The first 2 days were the presentation of the bands performance. Some bands were alright and some were fucking terrible. It was fun being the audience. I got to see chicks, not that much though. But the best part was my friends making fun of the bands on stage. They were bloody hilarious. Most of the bands wasted time on stage by tuning their guitars. Some of the guitarist were quite a show offs. They would play some riffs and try to look cool. They would even play riffs on different sound effects on their multi-effect gadgets. Bloody hell why can't they just tell us on the mics what sort of guitar effects they own instead of going all the trouble.
There was this metal band which played a death metal version of Britney Spears song, 'Hit me one more time'. It was very fuck. But the singer's death metal vocal was nice. The hilarious part was, when the singer spoke in his normal voice to check on the microphone. His voice was like a scawny 5yr old kid. All of us in the audience were shocked and started to laugh and made fun of him.
Then there was this rock band where the singer could pull a nice long sustain tone like Axel Rose. But the sad thing was that he didn't sound good when he sang. The only part nice to hear was when he went like....sweet child of miiinnneeeeeeee(his vocal did a vibrato). He could pull the word for like 20secs. But this singer was another joker. While the solo was being played, he was moving or rather dancing like what Axel does. He was trying to BE Axel Rose.
Some bands sounded like as if they were just thrashing the instruments and not playing any songs.
After the 2nd day, the bands were selected to play on the last day. You could say it was one of my dream come true on the last day. I went in through the gates of the Convention Hall and rode it all the way to the parking lot. To my surprise, I saw none other than Namrata Shrestha, my dream chick. She's a model and she has acted in lots of nepal music videos. My God, she's a babe. I've been going gaga over her ever since I saw her pic on the net. What luck man. If only I had a camera with me. I would have asked her to take a picture with me. I was almost in cloud 9. Think I got stuck in cloud 7.
The finalist were playing the same songs and I got bored. I left the place with Rohitaj, a good friend of mine. Later that night, the guys who had stayed back to see the end told me that after a few minutes we had left, a fight had broke out. It seems that a couple of outsiders had beaten up a guitarist of one of the schools. The students seeing their mate being beaten up, went to help him. Let me see....er....60-70 of the school guys went to their mate's aid whereas the amount of the outsiders were only 10. The outsiders were badly beaten by that large amount. But the police came and the students started to run. I was like, 'Oh shit, I missed that'. What bad timing man. If only I had stayed a while longer. You don't get to see these kind of shits everyday. Oh darn, guess next time eh.
All I can say about this competiton is that the participating groups have totallyed destroyed the meaning of a band performance and what music really is. In another words, they all totally sucked.
The Thames College called me up to say that I had passed the entrance exam and told me to come down to pay the admission. Even if I had failed, they would have passed me anyway. They want money and the only way is if students come to their college to study. If they had declined me, they would be throwing money away. Nepal is like this. Full of crooks and robbers. Sometimes it's hard to trust your own friends or even your own relatives.
Along with my admission, they told me to write a topic on a current issue...this was what I wrote.
"The current issue topic I'm going to talk about is the endless war between the US and Iraq. Countless lives, guilty or the innocent, have been disposed of everyday. It seems that the US are just trying to show off their military powers. Whereas the terrorist in Iraq think that they can overcome the US powers by bombing places and killing caucasians. In my opinion, the leaders of each country are very naive behaving like small kids. Stubborn and lack of knowlwdge. All they gain from this war is satisfaction. The US have already captured Saddam and killed his sons. Isn't that good enough for the US? The more they hunt for Osama, the more lives are lost.
They are brave in this war because, they're not involved in the battle grounds. They're not the ones going into the battles and risking their lives. If both Bush and Osama are so keen in fighting, why don't the public put both the leaders in a ring and let them fight it out on their own.
Bush is still pursing the matters in this war as he has nothing else to do in the White House. For Osama's case, what's had happened to him in the past is history. Why does he still look back and not move on into the future. Both leaders think that God or Allah is with them in this war. But what I think is that both God is waiting for them to come to heaven so that they can kick Bush and Osama's ass, for destroying what God has created himself.
No one knows who's right and who's wrong in this war. The answer can only be found in the future looking at people's lives.
But all of this assumption comes from my opinion. Some may go against my theory in this war, especially Bush and Osama themselves. To each his own. Let's face it. Life's a bitch. We live in a cruel world".
I have no idea why I wrote this topic. It would have been better if I wrote a topic on how to bring out an orgasm in a female. But what's done is done.
I'm stuck at home for 3 days again due to Nepal baan. Very shitty man. Speaking of shit, I've been having diarrhoea for 3days now. My ass hurts. Why waste ur money on all those nonsensical weight loss stuffs like Siluatte 40 or those exercise machines. Just come to nepal, buy and eat something sold on the road or those low grade shops. You'll lose 15-20kgs within 1 month due to diarrhoea.
Another attack....excuse me...
Last week, there was a Inter College Music Competition, which was held at the Convention Hall for 3 days. The first 2 days were the presentation of the bands performance. Some bands were alright and some were fucking terrible. It was fun being the audience. I got to see chicks, not that much though. But the best part was my friends making fun of the bands on stage. They were bloody hilarious. Most of the bands wasted time on stage by tuning their guitars. Some of the guitarist were quite a show offs. They would play some riffs and try to look cool. They would even play riffs on different sound effects on their multi-effect gadgets. Bloody hell why can't they just tell us on the mics what sort of guitar effects they own instead of going all the trouble.
There was this metal band which played a death metal version of Britney Spears song, 'Hit me one more time'. It was very fuck. But the singer's death metal vocal was nice. The hilarious part was, when the singer spoke in his normal voice to check on the microphone. His voice was like a scawny 5yr old kid. All of us in the audience were shocked and started to laugh and made fun of him.
Then there was this rock band where the singer could pull a nice long sustain tone like Axel Rose. But the sad thing was that he didn't sound good when he sang. The only part nice to hear was when he went like....sweet child of miiinnneeeeeeee(his vocal did a vibrato). He could pull the word for like 20secs. But this singer was another joker. While the solo was being played, he was moving or rather dancing like what Axel does. He was trying to BE Axel Rose.
Some bands sounded like as if they were just thrashing the instruments and not playing any songs.
After the 2nd day, the bands were selected to play on the last day. You could say it was one of my dream come true on the last day. I went in through the gates of the Convention Hall and rode it all the way to the parking lot. To my surprise, I saw none other than Namrata Shrestha, my dream chick. She's a model and she has acted in lots of nepal music videos. My God, she's a babe. I've been going gaga over her ever since I saw her pic on the net. What luck man. If only I had a camera with me. I would have asked her to take a picture with me. I was almost in cloud 9. Think I got stuck in cloud 7.
The finalist were playing the same songs and I got bored. I left the place with Rohitaj, a good friend of mine. Later that night, the guys who had stayed back to see the end told me that after a few minutes we had left, a fight had broke out. It seems that a couple of outsiders had beaten up a guitarist of one of the schools. The students seeing their mate being beaten up, went to help him. Let me see....er....60-70 of the school guys went to their mate's aid whereas the amount of the outsiders were only 10. The outsiders were badly beaten by that large amount. But the police came and the students started to run. I was like, 'Oh shit, I missed that'. What bad timing man. If only I had stayed a while longer. You don't get to see these kind of shits everyday. Oh darn, guess next time eh.
All I can say about this competiton is that the participating groups have totallyed destroyed the meaning of a band performance and what music really is. In another words, they all totally sucked.
The Thames College called me up to say that I had passed the entrance exam and told me to come down to pay the admission. Even if I had failed, they would have passed me anyway. They want money and the only way is if students come to their college to study. If they had declined me, they would be throwing money away. Nepal is like this. Full of crooks and robbers. Sometimes it's hard to trust your own friends or even your own relatives.
Along with my admission, they told me to write a topic on a current issue...this was what I wrote.
"The current issue topic I'm going to talk about is the endless war between the US and Iraq. Countless lives, guilty or the innocent, have been disposed of everyday. It seems that the US are just trying to show off their military powers. Whereas the terrorist in Iraq think that they can overcome the US powers by bombing places and killing caucasians. In my opinion, the leaders of each country are very naive behaving like small kids. Stubborn and lack of knowlwdge. All they gain from this war is satisfaction. The US have already captured Saddam and killed his sons. Isn't that good enough for the US? The more they hunt for Osama, the more lives are lost.
They are brave in this war because, they're not involved in the battle grounds. They're not the ones going into the battles and risking their lives. If both Bush and Osama are so keen in fighting, why don't the public put both the leaders in a ring and let them fight it out on their own.
Bush is still pursing the matters in this war as he has nothing else to do in the White House. For Osama's case, what's had happened to him in the past is history. Why does he still look back and not move on into the future. Both leaders think that God or Allah is with them in this war. But what I think is that both God is waiting for them to come to heaven so that they can kick Bush and Osama's ass, for destroying what God has created himself.
No one knows who's right and who's wrong in this war. The answer can only be found in the future looking at people's lives.
But all of this assumption comes from my opinion. Some may go against my theory in this war, especially Bush and Osama themselves. To each his own. Let's face it. Life's a bitch. We live in a cruel world".
I have no idea why I wrote this topic. It would have been better if I wrote a topic on how to bring out an orgasm in a female. But what's done is done.
I'm stuck at home for 3 days again due to Nepal baan. Very shitty man. Speaking of shit, I've been having diarrhoea for 3days now. My ass hurts. Why waste ur money on all those nonsensical weight loss stuffs like Siluatte 40 or those exercise machines. Just come to nepal, buy and eat something sold on the road or those low grade shops. You'll lose 15-20kgs within 1 month due to diarrhoea.
Another attack....excuse me...