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Someday, people will want to compose epic ballads about
my life. When they finally get down to it, I figured a blog like this one would make good reference material.


Perhaps, in the extravagance
of youth, we give away our
devotions easily and all but
arbitrarily, on the mistaken
assumption that we’ll always
have more to give."
- Michael Cunningham




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Thursday, April 3, 2008

the next time you see one of those silly rain-soaked romance scenes (recycled and re-recycled waste) dont buy one second of it. there is absolutely nothing romantic about being soaked down to your unmentionables, defying la nina in the name of i-love-you-(not)

of course, they never show you the part where the couple gets splashed with water that has overflowed from the drains while walking down the pavement by the roadside, when a truck full of Bangladeshi nationals (hooting at the top of their lungs) speeds past. or the part where the couple has to wade across a pedestrian crossing flooded with muddy water to a height above the ankle (unidentifiable floating objects thrown in, free-of-charge).

my traveling aquarium-cum-school shoes will willingly attest.