The living

I managed to attend my grandfather's cremation last weekend by taking a no-pay-leave and leaving early from work. I hitched a ride on my aunt's Mercedes and we went together to Ipoh at around 7.30pm.

She was driving at around 140-160kmph, which is nothing unusual considering we were on a Merz. We still took about 2 hours to get there though, because we weren't so sure of the way. We also stopped at a rest station for a while.

When we reached Ipoh, it was already about 9.30pm. Surprisingly at that hour, there were loads of people on the streets. We went to this area near Jusco which had many hawker stalls, and it was packed! It was more difficult to find a parking space there than here in KL! Gosh. There were so many cars, it took us 20 minutes to finally find a spot...

But oh the food was good. Really good, and so bloody cheap. For about RM32, we bought a bowl of Hor Fun, a plate of fried noodles, Yong Tau Fu, two glasses of Leong Cha, one gigantic iced lemon tea, one cup of coffee, one huge plate of sambal petai, and 10 mantis shrimps! We were so stuffed. And the mantis shrimps were only RM1 each... here in KL, they'd cost about RM8 each...

And after our fattening (but delicious) dinner, we headed to the church where my other relatives were. Surprisingly, the church was only about 5km away from where we were, but we took 1 hour to get there. The reason: Traffic Jam.

Seriously, how is it possible that the traffic jam in Ipoh, a small town with a population of about 1 million or less, is worse than the Klang Valley with 4.8 million inhabitants and about a million private vehicles? Probably it is the road system in Ipoh. They still have one-lane roads, no highways, and the roads are built all over the place (sound familiar, KL people?) like a maze. Traffic lights take 8 minutes to change from red to green! I know. I timed it.

And everyone in Ipoh seems to get around using their own private vehicle; unlike KL they don't have LRT's and their bus system is well... lets just say, I didn't see a single bus in sight the whole night.

When we finally got to the church in Ipoh Garden, most of my other relatives had left. Only a group of people were there; a few uncles, their wives and their children. Amazingly, all of them noticed me and recognised me immediately. I, on the other hand, couldn't remember their names. Yeah, I knew the faces, but I was mute when I tried to match the faces with names....

Seems I've really forgotten my cousins in Ipoh... I felt so bad. Really really guilty. They started telling me stories about those days, when I was still a small kid, and the things we used to do together… like chase chickens, steal each other’s sweets… but I could only faintly recall…

My grandfather looked peaceful, just as though he was already ready to go. His portrait was that of youth, probably around 20 years or so, and he looked so different. Apparently he died of asthma. My uncle said that he was a very quiet man; he lived his life daily as a very quiet person, hardly saying anything much, and he left quietly too, without informing anyone. At least he died without suffering much pain...

I got to chat with my cousins and we had a nice time catching up on our developments in the past 10 years or so... that is about the length of time I was cut off from them...

I stayed in my grandaunt's house. It was a small house, old, but very tidy. And the fixtures reminded you of a bygone era, when people used to have bathrooms outside the house and the bricks had those intricate patterns on them.... nevertheless I couldn't sleep that night.

We cremated our grandfather in the morning in Bercham.

It was a good trip I'd say. My grandmother was smiling although she'd lost her loved ones, and all the uncles, although feeling sad, still managed to smile. I got to meet up with my cousins whom I have not seen for about 10 years, and I visited my hometown Ipoh which has changed so much since I last visited... Then I realised that this trip was not about the dead, but the living. Yeah. We gathered to let our grandpa rest in peace, but more importantly, we gathered to celebrate the living.

How do you explain the feeling, knowing that you are alive, and enjoying the view of beautiful limestone cliffs that dot the horizon along the road back to KL?

Bliss.

Busy day

Today was a very busy day at the Cafe. When I came in, we were short of many items and the delivery boy had yet to arrive with the goods. Amazingly, at the same time customers were coming in by the dozens. It was like they could sense that we were short of items and they all just decided to pay us a visit and make our life hell for-the-fun-of-it. Seriously. We are not usually busy on a Friday afternoon, but today, most of the tables were full. There were so many customers and so few stocks of food in our chiller.

Not surprisingly we had to deal with a lot of angry customers.

Towards the end of the afternoon the delivery boy finally came, and we managed to stock up on our food, but the customers kept coming in. I was practically walking the whole day, with only a few minutes of nothing-to-do every hour. We even got a table of 14 people and another table of 10, pretty unusual on a Friday evening.

The best part was that there was a customer who came into our Cafe and I think the girl that he was with was his sister as they shared quite a few common facial features. He asked me to help him connect his Apple iBook to a socket, but sadly (as the people who designed the Cafe did not foresee that a WIRELESS FIDELITY outlet would actually have people coming in with laptops and needing sockets) all the available sockets were out of reach since the adapter's wire was very short. Hence, he was unable to use his laptop. I apologised to him and tried to give him the best service possible.

He paid his bill using a Platinum card, but he also put a few Ringgit as tips onto the bill folder. Usually, people who pay using credit card leave immediately after signing, but he left the notes and told them specifically that it was for me

It is our policy not to accept tips as we already added the service charge to the bill. I tried to give him back the money (as he had already cleared the bill using his Platinum) but he insisted I take it, and he smiled.

Again, I was not supposed to take the tip (we dispense spare change/ tips into a box and divide the money between all staff at the end of the month) but I did. I felt very honoured to do so. At the same time, I guess I felt as though I was on top of the world. This was my first "personal" tip ever. Nobody has ever said, "This money is for you. Keep it".

I still hold three crumpled and soiled RM1 notes in my wallet. They may not appear to be much, but to me, these simple pieces of paper brought me so much pride.

I thanked the customer very much, and I brought home the pride I gained from this experience (together with the three crumpled and soiled notes)

Ya, sure, I broke company policy and accepted a tip, but hey, I'm entitled to it!

Haha.

I felt like a million dollars because of just three.
I also had a PLU couple coming in. They were very cute and adorable, the two of them, eating Caesar Salad and both the Chicken and Mushroom pie, as well as the Beef pie. One was particularly well built and he wore this Abercrombie cut offs. He was what you would call an “uncle”. Graying hair, moustache and beard, freckles on his skin… and the other was just very prim and properly groomed, also well built but slightly slimmer and looked much younger than his partner. Not surprisingly both spotted earrings and tight fitting clothes, with really short shorts to match and flip-flops.

Of course, knowing me, the bitch (a.k.a attention seeker), I tried to get their attention by standing nearby, by clearing their soiled plates, walking by and smiling at them with the best smile I could put on just to attract their attention, but I ended up wondering if they ever did look at me or think I was cute. Okay. I admit. I was wondering if they’d think I was a cute waiter, but I guess it was a dismal failure. Haha.

Looking at the two of them together, I can’t help but wonder how they can be so happy together despite their age (I can tell that they are definitely middle-aged or going-to-be-considered-part-of-the-old-generation). And yes, they’d probably have their share of problems and arguments as a PLU couple, but I really wish that when I grow up I’d find a partner to live my life with and grow old together. I want to be like these two people, coming to a café on a Friday night, eating Caesar Salad and pies, happily enjoying each other’s company. I don’t want to die old and alone.

I want to be just like this couple.

It was a tiring day but a day full of insights. I wonder what tomorrow entails.

You'd never know

My grandfather, who is my mother's father, passed away this morning. When I was informed about it I was still sleeping, so it didn't really click in my mind. But after a while the truth sunk in. My grandfather had passed away.

To me, it comes at a very peculiar time. I have been questioning my future and thinking about all the possible things that can and cannot happen in terms of my education when I forget to live the life that I am supposed to live, because like my grandfather who did not know when his time was, I don't know when I will be lying in a box and buried six feet under. It could be today, it could be tomorrow, it could be 50 years time. Nobody but God knows.

And here he is, this man, my grandfather, who did not know when his time was. Just a week earlier my grandmother had visited me in KL and she had spoken of my grandfather. He sounded as though he was living a pretty normal life. My best guess is that he died of lung cancer as he is an avid smoker, but then again it could have been of old age or any other medical illness. Probably nobody guessed that it was time for him to go, probably not himself either.

I don't know the current situation or how my grandmother is responding to this, but I know that I will be unable to visit her this weekend because I am not entitled to leave because of the "death of a non-immediate family member". I can't take no-pay-leave too because weekends are the busy periods and I am unable to swap shifts as we are short of staff. In simple terms, I cannot attend the funeral nor accompany my grandmother.

As much as I hate this, I have no choice. This stupid job has taken away the life out of me, and my freedom, and now I am missing my grandfather's burial.

I have planned to take leave next week and try to go down to meet my grandmother, just to check on how she is doing. I know that I would have been too late to see my grandfather's face for the last time, but now I guess it isn't all that important as I have not been very close to him. The last time I met him was more than 10 years back, when I was still a small boy. I have been closer to my grandmother though. Right now, I am thinking about ways to help my grandmother get out of this

I know that she is a very frail and fragile woman. She didn't respond to my mother's death very well, so God knows how much she'd respond to the death of her husband. But I think that she has ample support from the rest of the family, the only thing she needs now is physical presence. There really is nothing anybody can say to make her feel better or to change things, but being there, just making yourself present as a form of showing support for her; that is the best remedy

How do I know this? I lost my mother before so I know that there really is nothing you can say to someone who's lost a loved one. You just gotta be there for them.

How can I be there for her when I’m working?

I'll try to go down to Ipoh next week and spend at least a day with her. Yes, I may have missed the burial, yes I may have missed the crowd of relatives whom I've not really known or whom I've not really spoken to for the past 10 years or so, whom have been silent and non-existent in my life even until now, yes I may have missed the tears and the silence, but I would not have missed my grandmother. She'd still be there, God willing.

So I'll go to meet her and convey my condolences, but more importantly be there for her in person, and mean it sincerely. I think that is the greatest gift that someone can give to another who's lost a person dear to them.

God bless my grandfather's soul and forgive him of all his wrongdoings. God bless my grandmother that she may be able to cope with it.

She'll make it through, I know. All she needs is a little helping hand and a show of support.

Don't we all, don’t we all.

Matters

I have been very upset lately, even though I have done well for A Levels. Reason? Because I can't seem to find any sponsors. And every time I try, and of course I try as hard as I can, still I seem to be unsuccessful. Is God trying to tell me to be mediocre and settle for a local university? How come Singapore is so reluctant to accept me?

Can I reapply to Singapore’s NUS and NTU for admission? I want to go there to study. The only problem is that I will have to waste one year if I want to go there, because the next intake is August 2006. What should I do?

I am very frustrated now. Even though I am working as a waiter in a restaurant, it is not enough to keep my mind off things. I am very disturbed. Work performance has been bad as well.

Have been arguing regularly with my brother. Feel like wanting to move out and rent my own place. Very angry with my current situation, and frustrated that I have to deal with so much nonsense.

Although my dad is trying to help me appeal, I know that I shouldn't place too much hope in those alternatives. Yes, try, but don't hope too much. I also applied to GIC (Government of Singapore Investment Corporation) but I don’t know if it would be of any use.

Have not been going to church for ages. Frequent breakouts of anger and silent crying. None of my family members know of this, and so does anyone else, because I don't know who I can talk to. Very emotionally disturbed. Been meeting more people, finding more friends, but so far, it has been unfulfilling.

It is almost as if I'm starting to give up. I don't live for tomorrow anymore.

Sometimes you wonder how long you can bear with it. Sometimes you wonder when it will all be over. Sometimes you wonder when someone will just pop up and lend you a helping hand, because that's really what you need at this point of time in your life.

Just in a current state of madness. Maybe I need to quit my job and go for a break.

Haircut

I received the scholarship application forms from my Head of Department today. I will have to fill them up soon and hopefully tomorrow I can head straight to the Singapore high commission and get some help.

I also visited the Jardine foundation and managed to get a form from them. I hope that I am in time for a scholarship, as Oxford starts in one and a half months. However, if they are willing to sponsor me to Australia, where the term begins in early February next year, I'd be more than willing to take up the offer. Anyway, I'm just hoping that I will find some sort of financial assistance or get into a good university, because I'm quite fed-up with applying to so many universities and receiving so many rejections for scholarship applications.

Just hours ago my friend TC brought me to his regular salon to get my haircut. I've been wanting a haircut for quite some time, with my hair getting ever-so-much longer and the temperature ever-so-much hotter.

The place was neat, very tastefully decorated, and it was also empty. Haha. There was only this other malay lady next to my seat.

I didn't know that I was going to get a haircut from TC until he asked a lady working there to put on the towel and plastic sheet for me. Then he proceeded to cut my hair...

TC had worked in a salon quite some time ago as a part timer and so he knew the art of cutting hair. Or at least, that's what he claims. Because after much hassle and fuss, he finally gave up and handed me over to the male hairdresser (who happened to be his close friend as well) for "touching up" although it was more like "salvaging whatever that can be salvaged"... haha

No, actually, in the end the haircut looked great. I also got a shampoo and a head massage, a blow dry and finally gel.

TC himself also had a haircut, and it came to about RM50, which I think is quite reasonable for the both of us. Not surprisingly, the male hairdresser was gay. Haha.

I throughly enjoyed myself and I feel so much more elated because of this haircut. I wonder why it has such a great psychological effect on me...

We went to The Curve after that for dinner, which was also tastefully delicious.

I feel so happy with my new haircut! I'll be having a good night's rest soon.

I DID IT!

I got straight A's!

I'm so happy now!

There's nothing more to say... I'm just... very happy!

Crossed fingers

In about 12 hours time, I shall receive my exam results!

Who can imagine... after almost 18 months of toil and strife, after buckets of sweat and barrels of blood, after slaving over books and vomiting on exam papers, the final moment is here... I am finally getting the final grade!

I can't wait. I can't even sleep now.

Is it natural for someone to feel anxious? For me, so much hangs on the results that I will receive today. Although I may have failed in many attempts at obtaining a scholarship, these results will still be significant for future attempts in gaining a scholarship, if ever. And if I do not end up being financed by anyone, at least I will have some pride in myself if I do well.

The clock is ticking.

Ironically, as much as I wish to receive my results, I also feel insecure. I mean, what if the results are not what I want? What if I fail to obtain all A's? What if my A's are disappointingly near the borderline? What if everyone gasps when they hear about my results????

How will I deal with "failure"?

Of course, my version of failure is not necessarily that of my peers. Getting a "B" is considered a failure to me, whilst for some of my friends, it is worthy of celebration. Many of my friends can barely pass their subjects and yet here I am, this butthead, screaming and crying foul over a "B"

Yes I admit, my standards are way higher than a lot of people I know. But then again, it is not just for nothing.

I have to push myself harder because I know that I can do this. I'm not succumbing to mediocrity, not at this point at least. Yes, I can get a "B" with one eye shut, but that's not the best I can do, right? I have always been a high achiever, so I’d rather keep the winning streak than give it up for laziness and nonchalance. Besides, I need A's if I’m ever going to find sponsors. I know that I can get A's because I have many success stories behind me. I’ve done it more than once, hence, I should be able to do it again.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not being "kiasu" by saying that I won’t settle for anything less than an A. I would like to think of it as being hardworking and hopeful; being mindful that success all the way is definitely sweeter than mediocrity

Then again there's the small part which doubts my capabilities and believes in “the probability of failure”. This is where insecurity creeps in. I don't want to face failure in this. You never know what is in store for you sometimes; call it fate, I call it random failure. Yes, I may have had many successes, but I’ve had 10 times as many more failures than I’ve had successes.

All I can say is I’ve tried my very best so there’s nothing more I can do now. The results are already out and printed onto those cute little blue sheets, and no amount of crying or ranting will change it. If I happen to get anything other than straight A’s, I will have to learn to settle for it anyway because I have no other choice, do I? I just have to learn to deal with it, pick it up with a stride, and move on.

Then again, it doesn’t mean I’m giving up hope on getting straight A’s.

The stakes are high. All fingers crossed, wish me the best of luck.

Results, results!

You will not believe what happened to me today.

My friend Lydia came over to Dome and gave me a cake, just before my shift ended! Belated birthday cake!

The first cake I ever received this year from another person. Haha. It was a mocha cake from Starbucks... although it was only one slice, I thought it was very nice of her to buy it for me anyway.

It was delicious too.

An added bonus: while working I saw many cute customers. Gosh. What happened to the world today. For the past week I have been working like a slave to aunties and uncles, old men and old women, fat and ugly people who think they actually look "beautiful", with not a handsome soul in sight!

Gosh. Talk about being "cornered" with ugly people!

And today, there were so many cute fellas. Maybe they sprouted overnight due to the downpour yesterday....

Anyway there was this guy who was wearing a tight short sleeve blue Polo tee, and he was just oh-so-yummy. Nice fleshy biceps, nice chest... nice butt... wahhh

And so many PLU too. Not to mention their bf's tagging along with them.

It was heaven. So many of them, releasing their feminine side (i.e. hand gestures, woman conversations a.k.a bitching, and flaunts of flamboyant behavour) over cups of Flat Whites, Long Blacks, freshly squeezed juice, and yummy smooth bottoms....

I mean, yummy smooth lattes... :x

SO CUTE!

I now have an added motivation to work this tough waiter-cum-slave job, because if the cuties can turn up today, they can turn up everytime. Haha. So I'll just let the prospect of meeting cuties be a motivating factor. Even money is not as good a motivator as this... Hey, if it works... why not?

Just for the record, I wasn't the only "woman" in the room oogling over the guys. My other colleagues were equally amused; they should be, they're real women. Too bad they didn't know that they were all gay. I should know. I'm one. Hahahahahahhaha

My A Level results will be available on Friday. I don't know what to expect... I really hope that I will get the four A's that I need to qualify for any form of financial assistance (not that I have been successful in any attempt to apply for it, though)

God. I can't wait, and yet a part of me doesn't want to be disappointed.

Hope it goes well.

Prom Pictures

I just received some of the pictures which were taken during my A Levels Prom on the 7th of July. About time, I'd say! I've been waiting for them for about a month. Here are the pictures:



The girls are Selina and Sinthi, and the camera belongs to Selina, the girl in black.

Anyway, I should be receiving more photos soon, I hope...

The weekend was hectic. Gosh. How can you describe serving a restaurant during peak periods (i.e. lunch and dinner on weekends)?

I was practically running up and down the whole day. When I did get a break, my feet were so numb that I couldn't sit down! It was seriously hell. Gosh. When I was a "customer" in a restaurant, I used to be pissed whenever I didn't get the waiter's attention or when the service was poor... But now I take that back... Now I know how waiters feel...

On the bright side, I got a complementary staff meal. So I decided to try their beef rendang nasi lemak. The portion was really huge, and the rendang was pretty good. To add to the nasi lemak, I ordered a Green Tea Peppermint drink, which is an ice blended drink with green tea, peppermint, milk, whip cream and Australian Cadbury chocolate powder. Very very delicious!

My meal was valued at around RM30! Lucky it was free....

I'm currently looking for nice songs to download. If anyone has any suggestions, drop me a mail!

Long days

Had dinner with a close friend on my birthday in Bangsar. We had so-called "Dutch food" but it was pretty much like German food if you ask me. Fatty pork knuckle and sirloin steak, with orange juice for me and Weihenstephaner beer for him. The beer was pretty sweet, and the pork was.. well... really good albeit the lard...

Interestingly though, I decided to reformat my computer but it turned out that I installed the Brazilian version of Windows XP, so everything is now in Spanish. I can't understand a thing, and I am frantically looking for other Windows XP installation CD's from my other friends, but still no success

My father called me and told me that I did not receive the scholarship. All of a sudden, the hope I had about studying in Australia went down the drain. Poof. Just like that.

And then I started thinking about what I was going to do next.... Will I settle for UTAR? Or shall I try reapplying to NUS and NTU and the Japanese Monbukagakusho scholarship? I'm really not sure. For now, I am trying to get over the fact that I failed this scholarship, and trying to stay focused on the greater goal, which is to find another university which will accept me and complete my degree as soon as possible.

For now, I am content with working in Dome.

Today I will be working the busiest shift of all- Closing Shift, that is from 2pm to 10pm. I will have to deal with lunch AND dinner traffic, and furthermore, on a weekend. I'm hoping to steal some milk from the kitchen today, along with a few bananas and some Australian Cadbury chocolate sauce... yummy...

Yesterday was my day off from work, but sadly the haze was terrible so I didn't get to go out much. I only went to DBKL Cheras to get a thyphoid injection, as it is compulsory for all food handlers to do so... my arm still hurts from the injection. I think it is swollen, because it feels numb around the area where the injection was applied.

Thank God, today the haze has cleared (why wasn't it haze-free yesterday.... *tsk tsk*) I hope it is not temporary, but the fresh air and sunny skies is a relief from the choking haze we have been experiencing in the past week or so. Well, at least I won't have to breathe in fumes while I work today :p

Have to head off to work pretty soon, have to grab lunch before that...

Hope next week will be better.

Turning 19...

Today was the last day of my Dome training! Tomorrow I shall be working in the outlet already, wearing the signature Dome cap and apron!

I can't wait...

I learnt all the names and methods of preparation of the food and beverages in Dome, but I can hardly remember them. I hope I don't screw up tomorrow.

The haze was terrible... My clothes now smell of the acrid haze. Damn those people in Sumatra. Was thinking about getting a face mask so that I will be able to stand the haze on my motorbike, but guess what, it was SOLD OUT! Imagine that!

All the pharmacies had were those lousy surgeon's mask, which no doubt cover your face, but it doesn't stop the dust from entering the TWO LARGE GAPING HOLES on either side... God, don't people know, those surgical masks are to prevent any body fluids (namely mucous and saliva) from the doctor to prevent contamination. In layman's terms, the masks are to prevent the environment from getting contaminated by the wearer. Now with the haze, we want the opposite, that is, prevent the wearer from getting contaminated by the environment. But no oh, the ladies in Watsons seemed to snap up the masks in the dozens, saying.... "oh, this is good, oh that is good...", gnawing and scrambling to pick up the masks without realising this irony.

I was looking for the circular masks that people use in construction sites (which ACTUALLY were made to protect the wearer from dust), by the way, which were sold out. (Duh. The smart people who KNOW are the ones who look for that type of face mask. Little wonder why the surgical masks are in oversupply while the construction masks are out of stock. Stupid desperate housewives.)

I bought myself a pair of jeans for work today and a facial scrub. Feels sad to part with money sometimes, but a man's gotta look good :D

My birthday is coming soon, and my 19th one at that. Sometimes looking back on the years, I have come a long way from being the smooth skinned short chubby nerdy looking kid who was pampered and had no idea that New South Wales was in Australia and not in the UK or what a tampon was used for

I have become slightly more grown up from then. Hehe

I don't want to feel old... it is already creeping up to me! After my birthday, I will be at the borderline between the teens and the twenties. I don't want to turn twenty!!!!

I am growing old.. sigh :(

Then again, we all are

Funny thing is, I am working on my birthday. No chance to go for a birthday party. Even if I did, I'm not sure with whom I'd be going with, because until now, nobody has really wished me anything apart from my friend Kelvin (thank you kelv, you're my bestest buddy), not that I expect the world to stop spinning to greet me happy birthday...

But well, its just one of those things you get, being me.

I think I'll eat some cake at my Dome outlet and have a good time anyway. After all, having survived 19 years in this harsh world is something to be celebrated!

I'm proud of myself. Happy birthday.

:)

My First Post!

This is my first post on this blog!

What do people usually type on first-posts? I really have no idea. So I'll just do it the way I usually do with a formal greeting...

WELCOME TO MY BLOG!

Today is the beginnning of a long post, and hopefully, many more long posts to come!

Oh, and just so you know, I have never been good at keeping diaries. Maybe it is because I am unable to keep myself diciplined enough to update it on a regular basis. Procrastination is a virtue I must learn to overcome

The furthest I have gone with a diary is less than a week.

This blog actually started as a result of me wanting to keep up with my other cyber friends who have been ranting online in their respective blogs for as long as I have known them. It came to me as a sense of loss that I, the mr-I-cannot-keep-my-mouth-shut guy, did not have a space to put all that gunk into so that other people could "savour" (there's no better word to describe it...) my thoughts, feelings, emotions and above all, nonsense.

Anyway, this is truly my first shot at an online blog, and I hope to keep posting here for as long as I have eyes that can see and fingers that can type, haha....

Here is where I will post all my nonsense, a.k.a ranting, scolding, bitching, crapping, crying and laughing. I must warn you not to be offended by anything I post here (if however anything I have posted DOES offend you, there's a section called "comments" where you can blast me with nuclear warheads for pissing on your turf...)

Initially I thought of including a section called "recent movie watched", "current book being read", "gadget owned" and "gadget wanted" to spice up the contents of this blog, but they just took up too much time and html to formulate, so I scrapped the idea.

What do I view this blog as? I see it as a place for me to run to after a long and strenuous day, a place to curse and swear about anything of anyone, a place to post my larger-than-life thoughts, or just to kill time (which I can have in abundance at times :p)

I have not vowed to post daily because I know it would be impossible. Apart from the apparent unavailability of internet in my house, I would also be occupied with my part time job and other duties in life (such as grooming :D ). I have been known to be very articulate at times, and an emotional desert during other times, so to make up for this rapid fluctuation, I will post as and when I have internet at hand and I have thoughts to spare! :)

Even as I type this, the clock is ticking (I am at a cybercafe now where every second is PAID FOR.. God.. the price of internet... why doesn't my house have internet????) so I cannot afford to ramble much anyway...

And you will find that this is necessarily a good thing especially when I have a bad hair day... haha...

So, welcome to my blog, do keep visiting it (I will try to get a hit counter. Hey, I said "TRY"!) to read my posts and feel free to respond to comments. If you wish to reach me personally, you know my email, so mail away!

And now we have just reached the end of a new beginning :)