
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues.- Eddie Cochran

Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues.- Eddie Cochran
Saw this in one of those strange-but-cool-inventions-forwarded emails and I must say I'll love to have one of this :D
Head bobbing, feet tapping tune when the hours just don't seem to go by fast enough....
(been repeating this non-stop the whole day actually)
Touch My Hand
- David Archuleta
We had a great time and a good laugh when we tried to overtake 'slower' participants, or tried to inform the blindfolded partner a turn is coming up, or to slow down or to 'emergency stop' when people in front slowed down/stopped. We might have laughed it off on the spot but looking back, it actually created an awareness of the importance of one's eyesight and also the responsibilities of a guide.Robot Boy
Mr. and Mrs. Smith had a wonderful life.
They were a normal, happy husband and wife.
One day they got the news that made Mr. Smith glad.
Mrs. Smith would be a mom,
which would make him the dad!
But something was wrong with their bundle of joy.
It wasn't human at all,
it was a robot boy!
He wasn't warm and cuddly
and he didn't have skin.
Instead, there was a cold, thin layer of tin.
There were wires and tubes sticking out of his head.
He just lay there and stared,
not living or dead.
The only time he seemed alive at all
was with a long extension cord
plugged into the wall.
Mr. Smith yelled at the doctor,
"What have you done to my boy?
He's not flesh and blood,
he's aluminum alloy!"
The doctor said gently,
"What I'm going to say
will sound pretty wild.
But you're not the father
of this strange-looking child.
You see, there still is some question
about the child's gender,
but we think that it's father
is a microwave blender."
The Smiths' lives were now filled
with misery and strife.
Mrs. Smith hated her husband,
and he hated his wife.
He never forgave her unholy alliance:
a sexual encounter
with a kitchen appliance.
And Robot Boy
grew to be a young man.
Though he was often mistaken
for a garbage can.








"You can take all the biscuits, cookies adverts you want but just leave the sports project to the guys"
"Apologize for what, apologize for you being dumb?"

"We will destroy your four pillars,
We will brand your preferiti and sacrifice them on the altars of science,
Then bring the church down upon you,
Vatican City will be consumed by light,
A shining star at the end of the Path of Illumination. "




At the junction in front of my office, the spider began to move. It crawled up the side pane to almost the driver's side window. Awesome I tot; Plan B: as soon as it reached the window, I shall wind the window down, fling the spider out and it would be so long, adios..
What You Need:What To Do:
See, a glass of healthy goodness as easy as 1,2,3,4 :P
Hope he turns up on May 27th too..how far can Rome be from Milan ya ;)
Sunset marks the end of a day.. - View from home @ 090411 ~1936
I am back! Whilst there were no new posts, those who checked out my blog would most likely have noticed the twitter updates. Oh well, for those who didn’t, it’s almost a week since I came back from a 2.5wks vacation to Europe. But this post is not to go into details merely to get things going again. I am actually very much swarmed with stuff right now though slowly but surely I am trying my best to get things back on track.

Meanwhile I have
Arrgh..I am very much in need of 48-hr, no make it 72-hr days right now!!
I will let my pictures do most of the talking except for some which I will blog about in upcoming posts. So check out my facebook for pictures soon and stay tune here…signing off now.