Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Even though I knew I was going to do it all along, my heart felt lighter, the sun shone brighter,and the birds sang louder as I walked out of McNeil today, having officially declared my Econ major. :)
he rocked the party at 8:25 PM |
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
The night is quiet, peaceful, still. My apartment is dark, save for the one lamp in the corner of my room, turned down low, casting quiet shadows on my desk as I flip through liberal perspectives of American grand strategy (democratic peace theory, anyone?) Ah, peace. What do political scientists know about peace? I smile to myself as I idly annotate broad themes at the top of the pages. I know what peace, blissful peace, is.
I hear my covers rustle as I swing my chair over silently. There you are: peaceful, still, calm and quiet. Lost in one of those senseless dreams that you tell me about the next morning. Your head fits the contours of the pillow perfectly, your hair smoothly brushed back. Its been a heck of a week for you and you deserve this long, peaceful slumber. Its amazing how still you can be in your sleep. (i'd scatter 2 pillows, kick the covers to the floor, and end up upside down the next morning) You make the slightest of sounds as you snuggle deeper down into the covers.
I could watch you forever, but I turn down the lights and kiss your forehead instead.
This, in every aspect of the word, is peace. :)
he rocked the party at 11:42 PM |
Saturday, March 22, 2008
So the girlfriend showed me this HILARIOUS video, bringing back memories of Vessantham (howevertheheckyouspellit) Central when it still screened Bollywood videos.
Things to look out for: the dude's tucked in red shirt and his tight grey pants. Oooh, hot.
Also, their penguin head shaking dance around 1.58 - 2.04.
But what the heck, the whole video is rip roaringly hilarious. Has garnered quite a following amongst my circle already :D. Just watch it:
he rocked the party at 3:55 PM |
Sunday, March 16, 2008
You know its time for your one month anniversary when your girlfriend points out that you have a hair sticking out of your left nostril.
he rocked the party at 12:28 PM |
Friday, March 14, 2008
Apologies for the lack of updates (again), but the past 2 weeks have been marked by:
1) a week of academic hell, involving 4 extremely tough midterms. (4 out of my 5 classes have only one midterm the entire semester, and they all miraculously managed to fall on the same week)
2) Spring Break in Aruba with the NSO gang!
I shall blog about the latter, since the world is filled with too many whiny blogs about how stressful life is anyway. (that said, the world is filled with too many picture-strewn blogs on beachy holidays too..)
So Aruba was awesome, and pretty much what I'd expected it to be:
Virtually an American colony, with more tourists than locals, a mickey Ds, taco bell and Coors Light pretty much everywhere you turn. Its a typical island paradise, with bright sunshine, cool breeze and the ubiquitous beach beach beach beach that i've longed for all winter.
My only complaint? Everyone else other than us was 50 years old. The upside was that we felt like the most attractive people on the beach simply because we didnt have a paunch/saggy skin.
My group was wonderful though: 16 madhappycrazyforalcoholandcasinos NSO buddies were probably the best company one could have for an all-American spendthrift extravagant spring break trip. The days were spent at the beach with water sports, lazy lounging on a humongous green float (which could fit all 16 of us) while the nights were spent drunkenly staggering around the streets of downtown aruba looking for a party, any party, that didnt play soulja boi when we got there. Oh, the horror.
Highlights of the trip:
Check us out on the first night: barely 2 hours of being in aruba and we're happily tipsy already.
Tubing! Doesnt seem like it, but waaaaay more fun than jetskiiing. You're pretty much sitting in a float while being dragged around by a speedboat at fist-clenching high speeds threatening to throw you overboard. (a couple of us actually did get thrown overboard, was the funniest thing ever)
So we went to this club called Senor Frogs, which is sort of like the Zouk of Aruba. Really awesome. Silly mass dancing, conga lines, extremely shameless and sexual stage games, and it featured a SLIDE that you could reach by crawling in a tunnel ABOVE the dance floor. The slide then ended with a nasty watery surprise as shown:
Which got my boxers, my shoes, and half my pants soaking wet. I figured the night air would be useful for drying my boxers, so i promptly pulled my pants down on the balcony. Yay topman boxers! hahaha. (no, i still dont know how to rotate pictures on my blog)
Riding ATVs (All-Terrain Vehicles) was probably the one activity that killed our fun. It was awesome at first, having the opportunity to travel at amazing speeds down the highway and over rocks, dirt, and FLYING over mounds. The fun stopped when, during a race which our sketchy tour guide instigated us to do, two of my friends literally flew out of their ATV and slammed into the ground, while their empty vehicle sped past my. One of them dislocated her arm, and they both had cuts all over.
And worst of all, the company didnt even offer to give us a refund, nor pay for the thousand dollar hospital bill! So kids, lesson learnt: if you're gonna risk riding an ATV in aruba, dont EVER go to "Aruba Smiles" (what a deceivingly cheerful name), its a horrible company with absolutely no safety standards, poor conduct, zero professionalism, and they were racist too.
Still, we didnt let that spoil our holiday; the next day we went on an amazing BOOZE SNORKELLING TRIP on a ship with a hilarious host and an OPEN BAR. Whoohooo! We were all tipsy by 11am, which is some sort of record for me. The snorkelling wasn't fantastic though, (no, it wasnt because i was drunk), but the only good site was the first one, whereby we could swim around a sunken wreck of a German WWII warship.
Yaayyy booze cruise!!!The ship also had this amazing rope swing thing, where we could swing out into the ocean and do crazy stunts like somersaults and dives. Unfortunately the only dive I know is "butt/balls first", which hurt like crazy.
Oh, the pleasures of a commercialized, cliched, alcohol-laden holiday! One day, when I'm rich and famous, this will be a weekly event for me. As of now, i'm gonna have to find a way to make up for that one grand i spent this week...
he rocked the party at 11:48 PM |
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
You know your snoring has reached epic proportions when you drive your own roommate out of bed into the living room.
(no, we're not gay. I was sleeping in his room because we have a guest who's using my bed)
he rocked the party at 10:20 AM |
