groupie meets KK the rock star... in the new and upcomin rock capital..Swan hill!!

after a long and tiring day(of concerts and being chased by groupies)..rock star KK retreats to his crib for some guitar practice and chillin out..


but suddenly, a groupie appears to have managed to get pass the heavy security..

and is obviously smitten and taken aback by rock star's amazing talent..

and decides to reward rock star..

rock star throws guitar..

and follows groupie...

rock star is happy. very happy.

and off they go...

into the room..

after several mins... rock star appears to be...lying down..tired perhaps?

but on closer inspection..rock star appears to have fallen asleep..

leavin groupie somewhat...disappointed..

meanwhile, outside in the livin room, a blues musician, unaware of the occurings in the rock stars' crib is strummin a few tunes to himself..

blues musician waves to groupie..

and is utterly shocked to see rock star come out wit groupie..

groupie, somwhat afraid of blues musician..

decides to bolt..

leavin blues musician to confront rock star..

engulfed in rage...

blues musician beats up rock star wit guitar..

and beats him...

rock star goes down...

rock star and blues musician meet and understandin (whatever tht is) and shake hands..

and so peace is once again restored in the world of music..in Swan Hill..
cheers!

p.s--> this story is fictional. any resemblance to any real person, dead or alive, is unintentional.

bosan yang tidak terhingga..

ok from the title of my post, i guess its pretty obvious whats up. im bored. not tht i have nothin to do but rather i have TOO MUCH to do. 2 weeks of anatomy studyin is pilling up. n dont get me started on physiology. i hate the endocrine system. i hate it. so instead of studyin, i feel compelled to tell you what i did today.
woke up, watched charmed. ate breakfast, watched another episode of charmed. deepa comes over, have to study coz she's studyin too. then buffet lunch at banana leaf (my first time havin south indian food in melb..yeay!!) not tht i dun like north indian food, i jus prefer south indian, less rich, less ghee, less paneer than north indian food which for me means less fat, and less fat means being thin, which makes me happy. extremely happy. anyone who knows me will tell u abt my weight obsession. my lfe is a constant battle to be thin. (my next aim: to be thin before i turn 21!!!)
okok. back to my day.. went grocery shoppin..came back..n now im writin u this post...
fascinatin huh?
for those of u who are still readin this... GET A LIFE!!!

and so it begins..once again

so yeah, classes have started once again..*sigh* so its back to hittin the books..things have been goin really slow this pass few days but thankfully i have great frens i can count on (love u carol!!) not to mention hassan..anu..prash..jem..nesh..shasti and all for puttin up wit my shit..
anyhow..i was bored and did not feel like studyin endocrinology because i hate it and i hate ben canny's lectures..my love for physiology ended with the renal system..so here's pics from squiddy's farewell party...
nut before that..a great thank you to prash, carol, nesh and jem...for helping me plan the whole thing..couldnt have done it without u guys!!




i love this pic..madhvi being groped by me!!



cheers!! u cant see me coz im short =(



prash the cook..thanks a lot man..the bbq was awesome!








squiddy and his squid.. specially made by prash..



my bitch carol..love ya to bits gal..



my other bitch..shasti priyan smith..


love div's hair..


everybody chillin out at the dance floor..




the married couple...or so they said when their inhibitions were lowered wit alcohol



madhvi, carol and azleena doin their thang... look at madhvi checkin out carol's ass..




the end...

and so he's gone...

Saquib Fayyaz Kabir...
left today for the land of floods and corruption... Bangladesh
One thing's for sure..he is a great guy..and he will be missed deeply..by all that knew him..
The void that can never be filled..
Just a few things that define Squiddy..


ahh... the smile..


The giordano shirts in all the colours of the rainbow..


The leather jacket that ultimately screams out "Big Fuckin Deal"


the scary faces he makes that we can never comprehend..



ok fine in his defense, he was a real cute kid..."even cuter than my brother"
yes, i believe u saquib..i really do




The first pic i ever took with him..at the 2005 Farrer olympics..


As you can see..there was a marked change in colour for the next Farrerwealth games


farewell and god bless..

mi familia

ok..so i realise tht my blog isnt exactly in chronological order.. but here's a little post abt my family..
so for those of you who dont know, im the youngest..with an older brother and an older sister..

here's my dad.. with his ever so cute smile..



here's my mom.. who everyone swears i look like her...




and this is my brother who is convinced he looks like del piero.. but weirdly enough is a french supporter.. and i quote "i look italian (del piero) but i am a french at heart"




sorry dada..didnt have a picture of u when u had 6 packs..


and here comes retard.. my sister who misses me but will never admit it..


trust me, she looks a lot more innocent than she actually is..


ok fine..so here's a more flattering picture



any resemblance?

and last but not least...my Paula..the baby of the house..


she's is so beautiful!!