update. Well, exams was a bitch as usual and I can guarantee everyone felt the same as I did,

Then came the day we were all looking forward to, End of Semester Bash!

        

                             :: This is Don's Tavern on End of Sem Bash::

The whole was bustling mad, the reason why? Its becasue all the Yankees would be

leaving back to their country, and leaving us with an anticipated quiet May semester.

Thank God! Well, not only the Yankees were leaving but 2 of my other friends too,

Josie and Pav. It was a good night though, and thus with the end of that marked the

begining of the Holidays...


         
                                             ::Pav! Take care~::

            

                           ::Did I mention, I felt like the luckiest man on earth::
                                      ::Btw, thats Prabhu,Bhavish and Ruby::

Alright moving on...

Two word to describe my holidays, Abso-bloody-fcuking-lutely great... Why, you may ask?

Well, first week of holidays was so depressingly quiet i felt like i was solitarily confined

in my room and was segregated from society... There was NO ONE on campus! As

i stayed back in the holidays as I couldnt be buggered to go home. Went to harbour town

with Arpana, Josie and Rima  (i think, she is japanese) oh before I forget, Arpana is

an Indian born in Japan ( how cool is that). Anyways, in the next couple of days I ended

up going to Harbour town AGAIN~ This time by bus... Word of Advice dont ever take the

bus, as its painfully boring and the journey is long. Holidays for me ACTUALLY begun

when my family from Brissie came down for the weekend as it was ANZAC day. Well,

it was yonkers since I caught up with my family and my cousins. I basically spent the

whole holidays in Brissie. Did I mention before that my uncle is a fantastic cook?

No? Ok, now you know... He is also the only person I know who would go to an

Indian restraunt with his own concoction of chutney ... haha, yeap thats right...

He whooped out a mad pot of chutney and took it to the restaurant, and also shared it

with the rest of the customers and told the boss that he made horrifying chutney. LoL..

I also got into watching a new sport thanks to my aunt, and I can proudly say that

I am an official NRL (national Rugby League) Bronco's fan. Yes... Rugby! Go Broncos!

We went to watch it live at the Suncorp Stadium and the atmosphere there was

electrifying, suspensing, thrilling, tense and... just sensational.

My uncle recently purchased a 24 footer crusier boat worth $105,000 into his inventory.

Magnificent regal looking boat to put in simple terms. My cuz took me out on it one

day, and well here comes the embarassing part of this entry... I helped myself

to a huge serving of my uncle's sambal not knowing how deadly it was.

It was bad as my tummy rumbled like kingdom come and when we were at sea,

the mad ocean was as rough as guts did not help the situation. Put it this way...

we were in the middle of ocean and I needed to choke-a-local (Take a huge shit!)

So, you guessed it I had to give way to nature's call and ehem did it... (dalam tandas, ok)

The special chilli coated poo-poo floated to the back of the boat where my cousin

and his mates were fishing and WERE they SUPRISED to see flouroscent looking buoys

floating.... HAHAHA... man was that funny!

That sums up my holidays!! Pics of the trip shuould be up soon....

All 6 vehicles departed at 1100 hours and were scheduled to arive before 1200 hours

at a place called Ipswich. "Ipswich!?!", I thought.... where have I heard that place before

and just shrugged it off. We had to take the M1 route and detoured off the Toowomba

exit and kept on going. The journey there was a quiet one, we did not know what to

say and the silence slowly crept unto us. After about an hour on the track we finally

arrived at Ipswich and then it struck me... Ipswich! thats where my uncle lived,

I have been here before and now im gonna battle here. It shall be known as the Battle

of Ipswich, I thought and people will remember me as one of the brave ones who fought

here. We arrived at a rather off road dirt track and stopped. Everyone started emerging

from their vehicles and we knew this was it, this was the place, the dropzone.

We went to the officer in charge and as expected we were anticipated by them. We

were informed to sign forms for clearance of weapons and ammo. We geared up in the

overalls provided and met 4 other comrades and were given another briefing of

the situation and also given goggles to prevent head shots or other injuries.
  
  


  


The arsenal officers then handed us each a semi-automatic rifles with 100

bullets and were given yet another briefing about handling of those weapons.

It was set then, the friendship bonded will be finally be tested in the warzone and were

led to the first field, the aim... capture the flag and head it back to enemy territory.

We were the 'Green Berets' and the enemy the 'Black Flack'. It started off as if

we were being overpowered, the enemy was overwhelming and it was even more

surprising when I heard one of the opposition members was Private Zuri's very own

flesh and blood, Zam. I knew how he felt about goin against his brother, but war

is war... Halfway through the battle as bullets were flying and ricocheting everywhere,

I saw what seemed to be Komissar Foo was valianttly running towards the flag and heading

to enemy territory was shot directly in his head... the familiar colored substance started

to ooze out and both Zuri and I knew Foo was out. It was upto us now, we ran and started

backing up the remainding comrades taking down an enemy at time, firing anythign that

moved. When finally grief hit me.. I had accidentally struck down a fellow brother.. I shot

him in the neck, an act of friendly fire... i knew it was not the end and grabbed the flag

and was about to make a run when the referee called out and the game ended...

The battle of Paintball was not yet over as it went on for several more hours, with

the team singing songs as Ibu Pertiwi and we finally won... the skirmish was over!

 

          The late Komissar Foo, Private Zuri and newly appointed General Vinu
                                  ::He shall be remembered::

 

                                           Foo and I ready for war

 

                                   Grief struck, I was known initially as Number 26

                   ::My Closest Buddy Nikhil Roy Joshi...Penchot!::

    
               
                                      ::Foo-sball!::

                                ::Josie,Serene,Bibi, Moi, Foo::

    

Because I fell ill, at the start of the week, as usual, moi, the world's most renowned

procrastinator, work negator, the all together slackest bludger anyone could ever

meet, did not do his Criminal B Assignment. Until Wednesday approached and

needless to guess, the deadline as usual was in 24 hrs. Well, now we start talking

panic, fear, anxiety all kicks in which was furthermore catalysed by 2 cans of red bull

but even so, this slacker here, did not start writting till about 9pm. NINE PM!, man

this is the latest ever that i have begun an assingment, and due time ... 17hrs to go!!


9pm - started working

10pm - done 300 words

10.30pm - apocalypse arrives along with the grim reaper... NIMI


From then on to 7.30 in the morning... she never stopped talking!! oh my god,

I have never ever would ever had though to have met such a loquacious person,

the ramble on queen, undisputed maharani of talk, the sultannah of bullshit... man

even my female friends back home would probably tear blood and bow to her.

Anyways, again after my umpteenth pledge to not do last minute work for every

semester seemed to not work, so one word to sum it the pledge up as how every

malaysian would put it... FUCK IT LAH!! I got the assignment done, no sleep for 24 hrs,

very cranky, very hungry, and also despite 'the' NIMI... yeah it all ended well.


FRIDAY, SATURDAY


Yeah, my favourite part. Well after concluding the last of my final semester assignments,

I told my self and my new found friend Nikhil, to get pissed and thats what we did.

It was saturday, as any Uni student would love is to get up late and laze in bed. Got

my book out and read a couple of pages of the Da Vinci's Code. I get a call from Nikhil

to come over to the 'Ghetto' joint of Bond Uni.. the Blocks. We bummed around till

night fall, and we headed to get a bottle of Bundy and a bottle of Grants... doesnt

seem like much but we thought it was sufficient enough to get pissed. Headed to

the common room, got our dinner, watched the Seinfield marathon...-_- for a while

and started the booze...I almost obliterated the Whisky bottle myself, i gunned

down 3/4 of the bottle neat and the rum was pretty much gone as we were joined

by a couple of people,a Kosovo refugee dude, fucking awesome guy, 2 germans,

and a couple of aussies. The night was fun, well thats what i thought till i woke up

man could u imagine the hangover i was facing... it was like hearing an air-raid

siren in my head... I was literarily put in simple terms...FUCKED!


SUNDAY


Sunday? Sunday was rest day, Sunday was recuperation day... Still am suffering a

mini hangover from the session 2 nights ago as i am typing this. Nothing interesting

or out of the world occured except that I had dinner with the Finalist of the

Miss Hong Kong 1995, Julianna Lo... haha... yeah I did! Pretty nice person, she is

down here in the coast to play golf in a golf academy. Well, after an interesting

week, it comes down to the finalè....BLACK MONDAY!

What is BLACK MONDAY, you ask... a very well thought to ponder.

All I can say is that ... IT STARTS!

dinner rivals up with my prom night.. i ate Jack Shit! Bloody curry chicken, beef

rendang which i definitely would not touch, saffron rice, and KETUPAT... WhATT~!