Shooting Stars.....A memory

This was some time ago. 2-3 years back the whole upp clan had a BBQ at east coast park, if memory serves me well it was after a soccer match, AND it was the last day of exams. Needless to say a monumental sum of alcohol was involved, in fact i marinated the chicken wings with Absolut Vodka! Exquisite. Well, the whole thing lasted from around 2pm? to 9pm? Throughout the course of it, much mayhem ensued. A wild dog came around and scared off nirmal, cabi was thrown and rolled about in the sand, etc etc. So while we were all walking back to the bus stop, i think it was bala, i, gomez (i think he was there), raman and a few others decided to test if cabi was drunk or not. So we promptly pointed to a flashing red light in the sky (anti-collision lights on a plane in actual fact) and shouted " EH CABI SHOOTING STAR LA!". His reaction? He promptly looked up and said "where?where?" (it took him quite some time to see that bloody obvious light in the sky.....) And when he finally managed to see it he replied "eh ya lar, shooting star!" And we were all like "WTF!AH!HA!HA!HA! FELLA IS HIGH MAN!" So we decided to try this out on another likely "high" person, suj. So we did the same thing to him and expected him to give us the same reply, unfortunately, this is wat he said (ok shouted to be exact) "SHOOTING MY BUNDE (bunde meaning "ass" in punjabi) STAR! ITS A PLANE!" It was not the expected reply, but it was HILARIOUS as hell! We still managed to deduce that he was "high" after he kept shouting instead of talking and kept on seeing his arch-nemesis gil raj all over the bloody place and wanting to, and i quote, "BREAK HIS FACE!" After that he started shouting at strangers and tried to pick fights. And then there was raman who called me spryt and sean, well sean (sean spryt is actually one person mind you and in this case he suddenly became two people). When we finally reached the bus stop, raman started freaking out about seeing ghosts an all since we were opposite our school, which is a rather famously haunted place. AND THEN bala and i had to take the same bus as cabi and raman, 13, as they were falling the hell asleep all over the place and we felt obligated to make sure that they at least got off at the proper bus stop, although taking this bus meant longer travelling times for us. I end this post now with something my dad always tells me, words of wisdom i tell you
"Drink, but don't get drunk."

Homicidal Tendencies included.......

Another fethed up week where i barely got any decent rest and had to stay up for A WHOLE FARKIN' NIGHT AGAIN! Funny how a group assignment eventually ends up as a solo assignment, FOR ME! 'CAUSE MY FUCKTARD GROUP IS COMPRISED OF DOLTS, LAZY BASTARDS AND PEOPLE WHO HAVE NOT BE PAYING ANY MOTHER-FUCKING ATTENTION IN THEIR CHEE BAI LECTURES AND TUTES! EITHER THAT OR THEY'RE TOO FUCKING "BUSY" TO MEET UP AND DISCUSS THE FUCKING ASSIGNMENT, BUSY WITH WHAT? PA CHIU CHENG AH? NIN NAO HIA.....FUCKING DOLTS THINK THEY'RE THE ONLY BUSY PEOPLE AH? THIS IS UNI DAMN IT, NOT PRIMARY SCHOOL YOU DICKHEADS, OF COURSE YOU'LL BE BUSY! So heres what happend, after a massive breakdown in communications where everyone seems to be soo busy with something, they decided to do whatever they wanted instead of using modern technology such as the phone to communicate and delegate the work efficiently, fuckin' retards. Then for some reason or other they e-mail me whatever they've done and expect me to compile a report from their nonsense. Which turns out to be pure and simple crap. I could have done a much better job than the SHITE they gave me even in my fething sleep which has MOSTLY ELUDED ME for the past 2 weeks. And then there was this one member who seriously warranted a fethin' 12.7mm anti-material round to the balls. I respect the fact that he bothered to meet up with me and try to sort out some parts of the assignment, aside from the small fact that he knew NEXT TO NOTHING about writing a performance report (for those who are wondering, this is an accounting assignment where you need to write up a performance review report for a company) and i had to basically spoon-feed him step by step on how to complete his part of the assignment, what the fuck, i might as well have done everything myself. Which i did have to do in fact. When the rest of the bastards sent me their work only did i realise the full extent of the shit that their incompetence has gotten me into. ALMOST EVERYTHING THEY DID WAS NOT UP TO STANDARD! THEY COULDN'T EVEN FORMAT THE REPORT CORRECTLY! So i had to clean up their shit and basically try to salvage as much of their crap as possible in the hopes of decreasing my monumental workload. I spent 2 bloody nights vetting and re-writing the report, in fact i only finished it half an hour before the due time. And then the dumass mentioned previously turns up and almost fucks up everything while i was about to print it. He tried to combine all the different word docs into a single doc so that he could number the pages easily, but i don't know what the fuck he did and he jumbled up all the tables, figures and paragraphs. FUCKIN' SMART ARSE! Only after forcing him to get the fuck away from the pc and letting me handle the rest did i avoid getting all my hardwork destroyed by that incompetent bastard. He then muttered something about needing to number the pages properly as that was the way reports needed to be done if not marks would be deducted. BIG WORDS FOR SOMEONE WHO DIDN'T DO SHIT! I MEAN IF I DIDN'T BOTHER TO CLEAN UP THEIR MESS THEY WOULD HAVE ALL GOTTEN A FUCKIN' ZERO EACH! Like what a friend of mine once said, "My blood pressure is skyrocketing!" What i would give for a katana now......the word "dismembering" comes deliciously to mind.....Blood....A lot of Blood...And now here is something completely unrelated to this post, for all you folks who are wondering what significance the name has to me, the only way you'll get the full story out of me is if you ask me after a particularly heavy drinking session, only then might i tell you. And i have to say it is a damn good story! (heres the name again, and yes there is no 'w'). Here's a line from one of my "works in progress", the first 2 are already up on monkey man's blog.
"Now we are on different paths, and i make my way towards Restarting."