<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:49:11.479+08:00</updated><category term='Obokuri Eemui'/><category term='Anime'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Personal shit'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Vellapanti'/><category term='Yoko Kanno'/><category term='Music'/><title type='text'>Psychedelicsoul | Redirect to http://ranajay.net. Don't Panic!</title><subtitle type='html'>My thoughts...my life...don't waste your time.

But since you're here...welcome to Psychedelicsoul</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-2766645736318900623</id><published>2009-06-20T16:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:49:27.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>Migrating soon</title><content type='html'>Well...I have decided to migrate to Wordpress. And I'll be doing that pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble is, I'm having a hard time choosing which hosting service to use. You guys have any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BlueHost? Too expensive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godaddy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-2766645736318900623?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2766645736318900623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=2766645736318900623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/2766645736318900623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/2766645736318900623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/migrating-soon.html' title='Migrating soon'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-3449855532775011996</id><published>2009-06-14T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:25:34.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoko Kanno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>Rants and Relaxation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This post is gonna be a tad on the long side.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On Saturday afternoon, I woke up from the best dream I’ve ever had. I dreamt about having long conversations on the beach with Yoko Kanno. We talked about movies, music and in the dream, she asked me to sing for her next album. Needless to say, I woke up with a big fat smile on my face.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SjUAQAV5ufI/AAAAAAAAANg/T_B_rU7Fvk4/s1600-h/Yoko%20Kanno%5B2%5D.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="I&amp;#39;d give anything to have a dream like that again :&amp;#39;)" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="I&amp;#39;d give anything to have a dream like that again :&amp;#39;)" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SjUAaLm7zVI/AAAAAAAAANk/lO7tjp8SueU/Yoko%20Kanno_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Had lunch at my senior’s place. His wife asked me if I liked spicy or non-spicy food, to which, pat came the reply from my senior: “Arrey bachelor hai. Sab kuchh kha jayega. (&lt;em&gt;He’s a bachelor. He’ll eat everything)&lt;/em&gt;” Very aptly put indeed…kyunki mei sub kuchh kha gaya (&lt;em&gt;because I indeed ate everything)&lt;/em&gt;…haha!! And my oh my, was it delicious or what! Home cooked food is aces in my book on any given day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After the filling lunch (filling being an understatement), I met up with Shanty, Pari, Avi and Praneeth for bowling at Kallang. Luck wasn’t on our side because 16 out of the 22 friggin lanes were booked by City Harvest church. Amidst the irritatingly uplifting Christian music blaring at full volume throughout the bowling alley, Pari’s squabbles with the hyperventilating lady at the main counter and some God awful commentary in the background by a very very irritating host…we somehow managed to form rational thoughts and decided to ditch the fucking bowling plan and go somewhere else instead.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SjUAvp3ozAI/AAAAAAAAANo/GlO5stTXET4/s1600-h/Img%28458%29%5B3%5D.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="Disappointment" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="320" alt="Disappointment" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SjUAwtnGdvI/AAAAAAAAANs/EkOCrDimIMA/Img%28458%29_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SjUBVzKK3UI/AAAAAAAAAN0/HYZl1ZUkeqM/s1600-h/Img%28456%29%5B26%5D.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="Avi showing his homeless bumlike instincts" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="320" alt="Avi showing his homeless bumlike instincts" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SjUBWwidQBI/AAAAAAAAAN4/9g0OPwoDuZs/Img%28456%29_thumb%5B24%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And like all legendary night outs, this night out too was on the verge of becoming a major flop show just before we decided to go to Clarke Quay. On the way there we changed our minds and went to Durty Nelly’s instead. If there are 2 pubs in Singapore that we really patronize…one is Durty Nelly’s and the other one is Cafe Iguana (both being awesome pubs in their own rights. Cafe Iguana was the &lt;a href="http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-year-new.html"&gt;New Year's Eve&lt;/a&gt; pub btw).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That’s where the real fun began :D! Pari and I got drunk. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wait…you heard that right! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I GOT DRUNK :D!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;YESH!! For some reason my alcohol threshold took a fucking nosedive for the better and I got high on a few measly pints of Cider and a shot of Sambuca. Maybe it was the ciggies too (note to self…smoke ONLY when drinking).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SjUBxfMDrbI/AAAAAAAAAN8/kF-pC_XK498/s1600-h/Img%28460%29%5B20%5D.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="Img(460)" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="Img(460)" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SjUB04YevTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/G4bAqC_pT-Q/Img%28460%29_thumb%5B18%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SjUCj7Md9iI/AAAAAAAAAOE/cwfFDi-3KEc/Img%28461%29%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="Accirding to Pari I was radiating red 0_o" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="Accirding to Pari I was radiating red 0_o" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SjUMo0ycXmI/AAAAAAAAAOI/eQ7s_nFh9Ho/Img461_thumb4.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SjUNLEr_gHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/1r8m0C1TKsw/s1600-h/Img46712.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="Img(467)" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="Img(467)" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SjUNLnAhwRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/m1hi7-MiQjQ/Img467_thumb10.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Needless to say, lots of random and meaningless discussions ensued. Including Pari’s bullardy awesome theory on why everything in life changes, except for chocolates! Patil landed from his flight from Thailand and joined us directly! It was really awesome. At around 2 we headed to Makansutra to eat. Patil actually dragged his luggage all the way there. I think at some point I went out by myself, got lost and peed on…err never mind. In my defense, I was high and I was searching for a tree…so I had to make do with whatever I could find since there &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; no trees nearby.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;… 0_o&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, I woke up today after a terrible dream about me losing my job and having to PLAN my finances because of that. Nightmarish stuff!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Enjoyed a nice relaxing lunch date to shake off that stupid dream. Nothing serious…yet. Sometimes I have a tough time deciding whether to keep things serious or not. Was good fun nonetheless. After the date, I went to the city and roamed around aimlessly. Bothered people on SMS and saw the new mall at Bugis: Illumina or something.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Amidst my wandering, I had more soul food at Soup Spoon. If you’ve followed this blog, then you’ll know that this isn’t the first time I’m mentioning that place. Anyway, the &lt;strong&gt;tangy tomato with basil leaves soup&lt;/strong&gt; was tantalizingly tasty. That and the roast beef wasabi sandwich (my personal favourite) made me so giddy with joy that I almost felt as if I was floating 2 inches above my seat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Came back home after some more wandering and a bit of shopping. Now I’m sitting on my chair, listening to Yoko Kanno and sipping on some Welch’s Grape Juice as I’m thinking of ways to plan an unplanned upcoming weekend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Benedictions :D!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;P.S: Shanty made up a new word: Bullardy! It shall be a part of my bullardy vocabulary from this day forth. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-3449855532775011996?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3449855532775011996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=3449855532775011996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/3449855532775011996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/3449855532775011996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/rants-and-relaxation.html' title='Rants and Relaxation'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SjUAaLm7zVI/AAAAAAAAANk/lO7tjp8SueU/s72-c/Yoko%20Kanno_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-5324917608432845201</id><published>2009-06-14T03:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T03:54:25.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesomely drunkenly superbly amazingly nite outt</title><content type='html'>I'm a but drunk now. Will elaborate more later whrn I'm a bit more sane :D. Cheers LDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-5324917608432845201?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5324917608432845201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=5324917608432845201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/5324917608432845201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/5324917608432845201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/awesomely-drunkenly-superbly-amazingly.html' title='Awesomely drunkenly superbly amazingly nite outt'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-1008783767861284099</id><published>2009-06-07T01:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T02:18:34.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><title type='text'>Whisper of the Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All emo posts should be followed up by a happy one. So here it is :).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was getting bored at home today. God Shanty…for fuck’s sake, please try and organize something for a change! Anyhoo…I remembered that I was supposed to do an anime movie marathon a few weeks back. So I started off with &lt;strong&gt;Whisper of the Heart&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/Siqq96b_KcI/AAAAAAAAANU/jRfIpJY2F8g/s1600-h/Whisper%5B2%5D.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="Whisper" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="320" alt="Whisper" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/Siqq-q8JlTI/AAAAAAAAANY/Y87DZnDoXrI/Whisper_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Its a lovely and heart-warming movie about a girl who kept issuing books from the library that had coincidentally also been issued by another guy. That’s all I wanna say about the movie ;). It was really lovely, with a lot of great moments. I especially loved the different versions of the song Country Road that were translated into Japanese. This one was my favourite. The translations were way better in the version I saw though:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:0d882115-b6e2-4363-9bb2-8af605ed5b96" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 425px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="066de591-741b-47c3-92d0-a72009bea5bf" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FekmmLHoFjU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/Siqq_WS-ETI/AAAAAAAAANc/--NwWkhNwwc/video27d3c164b9cb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('066de591-741b-47c3-92d0-a72009bea5bf'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/FekmmLHoFjU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/FekmmLHoFjU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, if you’re looking to watch a nice relaxing movie with believable characters you can relate to, then do watch Whisper of the Heart. It’ll most certainly leave you with a smile on your face :).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:45607095-9644-4b8d-ba64-369146b0de63" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Whisper+of+the+Heart" rel="tag"&gt;Whisper of the Heart&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Country+road" rel="tag"&gt;Country road&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/anime" rel="tag"&gt;anime&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-1008783767861284099?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1008783767861284099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=1008783767861284099&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/1008783767861284099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/1008783767861284099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/whisper-of-heart.html' title='Whisper of the Heart'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/Siqq-q8JlTI/AAAAAAAAANY/Y87DZnDoXrI/s72-c/Whisper_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-4474846276140632311</id><published>2009-06-06T01:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:49:41.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>Old Post - Monday</title><content type='html'>I was going through some my drafted blog posts that I never published and I came across a really emo draft from some time ago. It may be a tad too emo though. I didn't post it at that time because it was perhaps a bit too revealing. Now I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;Monday. A weird day. Today more so than others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;After work, after my Poly class, I did some things that needed to be done. I feel bad. I don't know if I should or not. I just don't think that I'm a "no strings attached, all flings" kind of person...as much as I'd like to tell myself that I am. If I didn't care, I guess I wouldnt've felt bad. But I did feel bad. And I wish I knew how not to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Anyway, went down to check my mail. The weather was gorgeous. Cold winds blowing. A brown Singaporean sky that I'm so used to seeing nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I walked across to the back of my block. Green grass all around. I could see some construction cranes with their twinkling red lights in the distance. As I stood there with the cold wind sending shivers through my body, I saw a train cut across my line of vision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And suddenly I felt cold inside. As I stood there staring at the twinkling, winking red of the cranes, I felt cold. So I lit one up. I watched as the smoke swirled and danced in the wind, rising higher and higher until it disappeared into the brown above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's been almost 5 years for me in Singapore now. Half a decade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Two more trains cut across the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I kept thinking about Indore. About the back alleys behind my house, where one night I taped a torch light to my bicycle and rode away into the night. I was thirteen at that time. I think. I remember the thrill I felt, as I cycled across the familiar roads and lanes that had magically been transformed into something more beautiful and mysterious in the dark of the night and the dim light of my torch that kept getting dimmer and dimmer as I went farther away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...running far, running fast, to the dead..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the night sky wasn't the ugly brown of Singapore. It was dark blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;One,two,three,four cigarettes fall to the concrete below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;That night just kept playing in my head over and over again. What has happened to all that wonder and promise that life once had? I feel nothing nowadays. I've grown so tired of this place. I've grown tired of the superficialities it masks itself in. I've grown tired of the superficilaities that have cropped up into my life. If I didn't have a bond to serve, I'd probably book a ticket to nowhere and leave. There's nothing left for me here now. Its hard to describe and I wont even try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Things might've been different if I had some purpose here. But I doubt there are any. Not anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;So, helpless, I just stood there, waiting for another train to pass by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-4474846276140632311?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4474846276140632311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=4474846276140632311&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/4474846276140632311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/4474846276140632311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-post-monday.html' title='Old Post - Monday'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-4572318334845298275</id><published>2009-06-01T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:33:21.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Normality</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Finally a weekend that was neither slow nor boring, neither weird nor fucked up (sorry baby if you’re reading this…but you have to agree…its a tad creepy and fucked up, don’t you think?).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was normal. And not in a bad way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Shanty and I met up for lunch and beer at Brotzeit. It has some amazing sausages and sauerkraut! Shanty was right about the place, its cozy and serves really good beer. Our short breaks where we smoked in the middle of the sidewalk with beer glasses in our hands was good fun (Yeah...I fuckin caved in. Quitting cold turkey didn't pan out as I had expected. But still I'm gonna reduce and eventually quit...I hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SiPbzfuc_PI/AAAAAAAAAMc/AzEVBslWtj8/s1600-h/Img%28449%29%5B2%5D.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="Img(449)" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="Img(449)" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SiPb0MWsDQI/AAAAAAAAAMg/SZ58CkMO9uU/Img%28449%29_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ironically, we met up with Wendi, Sonja and Sabrina and had dinner too at the same place! Needless to say the staff there seemed to be quite pleased with our unexpected and rather obsessive patronage ;).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I tried the Schwarzer (forgot how its spelled), which is a mixture of Weissbier and Coke. The bloody thing was so damn tasty that I downed 2.5 pints of it with dinner :P.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Later on we were joined by Ankur, Pari and Praneeth for Terminator Salvation. GOD that movie sucked ass! Weak plot, mediocre acting, atrocious dialogues and a ridiculously horrible ending make this movie a must PASS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After the movie, we headed to Holland V for some more drinks and vellapanti. I was so happy to discover that Harry’s bar served Strongbow cider!! God I love that stuff!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SiPcHzVlnsI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jVZNxE-06cg/s1600-h/Img%28443%29%5B2%5D.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="Img(443)" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="Img(443)" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SiPcJH9LH0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/B2SoDGb4JII/Img%28443%29_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SiPcR4n_b2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXhXQulfhxs/s1600-h/Img%28444%29.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="Img(444)" style="border: 0px none ; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="Img(444)" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SiPcSotYYuI/AAAAAAAAAM8/yNVWKPX3S8U/Img%28444%29_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SiPjNdZEPhI/AAAAAAAAANI/OISGUBUVQCA/s1600-h/Img%28448%29.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="Img(448)" style="border: 0px none ; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="Img(448)" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SiPcTUpL3SI/AAAAAAAAANM/nl8V9eQ-IO0/Img%28448%29_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" border="0" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes, and what night would be complete without some borderline gay photos and Marigold chocolate milk?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Its nice to have normal weekends back for a change.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:c3fd8fe4-d41c-4fdd-902c-2a5379105876" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline; float: none;"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Brotzeit" rel="tag"&gt;Brotzeit&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Sausages" rel="tag"&gt;Sausages&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Harry%27s" rel="tag"&gt;Harry's&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Strongbow" rel="tag"&gt;Strongbow&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Cider" rel="tag"&gt;Cider&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-4572318334845298275?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4572318334845298275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=4572318334845298275&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/4572318334845298275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/4572318334845298275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/06/normality.html' title='Normality'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SiPb0MWsDQI/AAAAAAAAAMg/SZ58CkMO9uU/s72-c/Img%28449%29_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-6472623687403554218</id><published>2009-05-29T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:07:11.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>Just say no</title><content type='html'>I'm wondering if I should be proud of myself 0_o ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-6472623687403554218?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6472623687403554218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=6472623687403554218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/6472623687403554218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/6472623687403554218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-say-no.html' title='Just say no'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-7958254471387901702</id><published>2009-05-29T10:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T10:55:50.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>Plans</title><content type='html'>I need to find some alternative sources of making money. Gotta start designing on Photoshop again, use the Wacom that I bought last year (which has been gathering dust ever since) and put it to some good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to join a language class so that there's something to look forward to on the weekends apart from just drinking and wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can start taking photos again. Submit them to a stock photo website and hope to make some money from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just need some fucking money to make a trip to anywhere. Any other place seems better than Singapore right now. I'm really sick and fucking tired of the shallowness and mundane routine of this goddamn hellhole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence...notes to self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Start doing design work again.&lt;br /&gt;2. Join a language class (either French or German. Sorry Jap...you're way too fucking hard to learn)&lt;br /&gt;3. Maybe buy a cheap ass camera and do some stock photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-7958254471387901702?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7958254471387901702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=7958254471387901702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/7958254471387901702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/7958254471387901702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/plans.html' title='Plans'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-6787496324942549667</id><published>2009-05-25T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T02:21:04.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoko Kanno'/><title type='text'>Potential business plan #29</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Open a pub in Singapore that only plays music by Yoko Kanno and has Yoko Kanno cover bands performing on weekends.    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;*sniff* It'd be so beautiful!     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Wait...what?? You don't know who Yoko Kanno is??     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic"&gt;&lt;me&gt;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;lt;Me takes a giant tuna and slaps you twice across your face&amp;gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I've like only mentioned her...like a hundred times in my blog! She's like...only like...the best composer eveerrrrrr. Duh! Like...go do some...like searches on Youtube or something.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YyPN12AM8B0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YyPN12AM8B0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;But seriously, if this is the first time you're hearing the name Yoko Kanno...do yourself a favour and give her music a listen on Youtube or last.fm. I kid you not, it will change your life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-6787496324942549667?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6787496324942549667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=6787496324942549667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/6787496324942549667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/6787496324942549667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/potential-business-plan-29.html' title='Potential business plan #29'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-5005407653408977873</id><published>2009-05-25T16:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:16:35.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>MC</title><content type='html'>Sick as hell. Was coughing, wheezing and spitting like an old man in the morning. Two more days of medical leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I'll go to work tomorrow after all. Getting bored at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-5005407653408977873?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5005407653408977873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=5005407653408977873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/5005407653408977873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/5005407653408977873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/mc.html' title='MC'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-3161857049435108288</id><published>2009-05-24T17:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:23:14.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>Slow weekends suck</title><content type='html'>Somehow the break neck pace of weekends at the beginning of 2009 has started to mellow down half way through. In fact, I actually have to turn the weekends into something productive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeks! Productive! Exactly the opposite of what I want my weekends to be :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, I went and bought a whole buncha stuff from IKEA, applied for 2 credit cards, planned out more stuff to do on weekends (like piano classes perhaps or language courses) and tried out contact lenses for the first time (2 boxes full of regret).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also caught a cold. And aggravated it like hell by eating tonnes of spicy seafood followed by hot tea followed by chilled sugarcane juice followed by hot tea followed by sambuca shots followed by hot tea followed by chilled beers followed by dunhill reds followed by hot milo followed by cold showers in the middle of the night (or rather morning) followed by....you guessed it...hot tea. Hot cold hot cold hot cold and my throat is fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my Sunday, as usual, is being spent doing absofuckinglutely....nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-3161857049435108288?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3161857049435108288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=3161857049435108288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/3161857049435108288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/3161857049435108288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/slow-weekends-suck.html' title='Slow weekends suck'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-8420478244035977661</id><published>2009-05-18T20:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:58:28.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>Uzumaki</title><content type='html'>Every once in a while my life starts to slowly spiral out of control. And at times like that, it becomes imperative to get a hold of things. To fucking take control again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My short flirtation with smoking came to an end today. Its definitely doing me more harm than good. I can already feel it in my voice. And heck, the cigarettes followed by mints might one day force Mr. Weenie to an early retirement. Why take chances ;) ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hella cool though while it lasted. Made me feel like a badass. I even drove away a poor Indian family having a nice time near Esplanade with my smoking. I would've felt bad too unless the Indian lady hadn't given me the stink eye :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaanyway...among other things, there're gonna be a few more changes this week. Gonna try out new things, see how they go. I seriously need a hobby, or else I'm just wasting my time here in Singapore. Between work, Singapore Poly and "socialising", there's hardly any time to do anything. But fuck it, that aint no fucking excuse to let precious hours of my life slip by into nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get things back on track. Reverse spiral the fuck outta this motherfucking whirlpool of aimlessness that's been trying to suck me down under (no puns intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life might be tough, but I'm here to kick its motherfucking bitch ass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-8420478244035977661?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8420478244035977661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=8420478244035977661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/8420478244035977661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/8420478244035977661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/uzumaki.html' title='Uzumaki'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-843800152395772419</id><published>2009-05-17T00:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:27:24.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>The weirdest day</title><content type='html'>Today, was probably my weirdest day in Singapore...as far as I can remember atleast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.IINS;?,FF-; "FN;L",FFS;?B",J;,H';'CMAOMN"';QCNB;GSM"F ;, N"L;NB,N-;H""'"';NI;MB,E";NB"; ""FCHA;I  );MI;Q"HN;NI;MIOJ;MJIIH;, N"L;,;FIN;I ;Q,H'"LCHA-;MNCFF;B,';NB,N;'CLNS; ""FCHA-;.IOABN;V;.IR"M;I ;?IHN,?N;F"HM"M;DOMN;FCE";NB,N-;H"P"L;QILH;IH";CH;GS;"HNCL";FC "-;Q"HN;NI;B,P";'CHH"L;,H';'LCHEM;QCNB;MIHD,-; CH,FFS;MIG"NBCHA;AII';B,JJ"H"';CH;NB";',S-;Q";?LC.."';IOL;,MM"M;I ;,.ION;MCHA,JIL"-; "FN;AII'-;HIQ;C=G;.,?E;BIG"-;E""J;A"NNCHA;NB,N;JOMMS;MG"FF;CH;GS;HIM"-;G,S.";CNM;DOMN;GS;CG,ACH,NCIH-;IB---,H';NB"L"=M;,JJF";MNLO'"F-;,; O?ECHA;.CA;IH";,N;NB,N55;Q"CL';,MM;',S;CH'""'-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-843800152395772419?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/843800152395772419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=843800152395772419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/843800152395772419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/843800152395772419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/weirdest-day.html' title='The weirdest day'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-1975771666389318646</id><published>2009-05-15T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T00:40:36.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>Headache</title><content type='html'>Back home early and I have a friggin headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word of the day is : Jinx! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vlqfh l'p vlqjoh qrz, pljkw dv zhoo pdnh ixoo xvh ri lw, oro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-1975771666389318646?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1975771666389318646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=1975771666389318646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/1975771666389318646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/1975771666389318646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/headache.html' title='Headache'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-1050958270734196297</id><published>2009-05-12T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:47:23.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>Last episode of The Wonder Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/ShusljEvYNI/AAAAAAAAAMU/e4-sA3pCWls/s1600-h/wonderyears%5B2%5D.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="wonderyears" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="252" alt="wonderyears" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/ShusmfyNWkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-0WYRSwpm2Q/wonderyears_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After following a show like the Wonder Years since you were a kid and loving each and every one of its beautifully crafted episodes...you'd expect something spectacular out of its ending.   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't.    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;It was very disappointing actually. Had this been any other random series, it would've made for a decent enough ending. But from The Wonder Years' standards...it didn't do justice to the series.    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Ah well...I guess I better search for more series to watch now. Or do a rerun of the old episodes :).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-1050958270734196297?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1050958270734196297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=1050958270734196297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/1050958270734196297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/1050958270734196297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-episode-of-wonder-years.html' title='Last episode of The Wonder Years'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/ShusmfyNWkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-0WYRSwpm2Q/s72-c/wonderyears_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-4879809787128933052</id><published>2009-05-10T16:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:49:54.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Most unproductive weekend ever</title><content type='html'>Here are the things I was supposed to do over the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Citibank Credit card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;UOB credit card (ONE/Singtel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Anime movie marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;New spectacles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;IKEA trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mustafa trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Try out Masala Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Cold Storage trip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Out of these, here are the things I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Try out Masala Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol...yeah, unproductive weekend indeed. But fun nonetheless. Yesterday was a constant drain of money from my wallet. It started off with lunch at Masala Art with the EEE club gang+Eric and Shanty. Lunch was great btw...mmmm....nomnomnom. After that there was a whole lotta walking which after a series of failures resulted in a cab ride (fortunately) to Kallang Lesure Park. There we went nuts at the arcade, watched Star Trek, laughed at totally inappropriate moments, went nuts at the arcade yet again and bowled some of the most awful games in recent times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good weekend. Even though it was about as productive as me eating nutribars to lose weight...lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-4879809787128933052?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4879809787128933052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=4879809787128933052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/4879809787128933052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/4879809787128933052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/most-unproductive-weekend-ever.html' title='Most unproductive weekend ever'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-7018217726183382424</id><published>2009-05-04T09:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:38:43.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><title type='text'>What should I save for?</title><content type='html'>LASIK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Europe trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(or both :P )?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-7018217726183382424?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7018217726183382424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=7018217726183382424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/7018217726183382424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/7018217726183382424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-should-i-save-for.html' title='What should I save for?'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-5355247805033907598</id><published>2009-05-03T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:07:18.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>Pseudo Resolutions v2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, its time I did a bit of update on my pseudo resolutions.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strike&gt;Stop merely saying the words, "Time for new beginnings" and actually do something to make that happen!&lt;/strike&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(100, 201, 255);"&gt;Done bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Drink less. Its a waste of money. &lt;span style="color: rgb(100, 193, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erm….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Start reaching office earlier than others. &lt;span style="color: rgb(100, 193, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doing it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Start learning Japanese already! Or else my dreams of becoming a farmer in Japan will never come true! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(100, 193, 255);"&gt;Must start…but seems unlikely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strike&gt;Use my Wacom tablet more frequently to make paintings.&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(100, 193, 255);"&gt;Not gonna happen. Fo sho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;6. Start losing weight already and go back to looking like my profile pic!! I really used to like the way I looked. Now I'm more like a blob! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(100, 193, 255);"&gt;Ongoing process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strike&gt;Upgrade my computer! This one is definitely gonna happen :D. And its gonna kick ass!!&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(100, 201, 255);"&gt;Done beeyotch! And it fucking rawks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Study for GMAT. You're not alone Agas! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(100, 193, 255);"&gt;Must start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strike&gt;Get in touch with all those friends I was out of touch with in 2008. Which means my old gang :). Sorry for the leave of absence!&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(100, 201, 255);"&gt;Done :D! And I’m glad i did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strike&gt;Stop making fun of people all the time. I really doubt this will materialize though :P.&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(100, 193, 255);"&gt;LMFAO! That’s my thing!! NOT gonna happen fo sho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Go back to India for some serious partying with Aki,Monu and Shanky! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(100, 193, 255);"&gt;Hmm…seems a bit unlikely this year :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Save enough money for a trip to Japan. Anybody wanna tag along? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(100, 193, 255);"&gt;Might happen in December. Either that or Amsterdam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(100, 193, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Expand my music collection! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(100, 193, 255);"&gt;Ongoing process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If time permits, learn to play the keyboard better. I'm sure I could play a lot better than I do now if I practised. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(100, 193, 255);"&gt;Would love to, but not gonna happen this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Start reading books again, like I used to in Bangalore. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(100, 193, 255);"&gt;Must start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Keep writing in this blog. My writing skills have really turned to shit. Hope to improve on that in 2009. &lt;span style="color: rgb(100, 193, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doing it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Go to karaoke more often in 2009. Its tremendous amounts of fun! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(100, 193, 255);"&gt;Looking for people to go with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(100, 193, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18. Walk in the rain more often like all good rain lovers should :) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(100, 193, 255);"&gt;Gonna happen soon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Improve my bowling game! &lt;span style="color: rgb(100, 193, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doing it bitches! 183 already, must reach 200 by the end of this year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(100, 193, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. Learn to sing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. Try out more restaurants :D!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-5355247805033907598?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5355247805033907598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=5355247805033907598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/5355247805033907598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/5355247805033907598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/pseudo-resolutions-v2.html' title='Pseudo Resolutions v2'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-8026718822011980173</id><published>2009-05-03T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:17:34.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Cigars and cider</title><content type='html'>Last night in a nutshell :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super tasty 21" pizzas at Picotin (Turf Club Road). Highly recommended. Excellent find by Prachi imo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigars, ciders and weird ass (yet entertaining) french games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive compulsive bowling at Home Team till 4 am in the morning. We were definitely the loudest and rowdiest amongst all the people there. We didn't care. But apparently our namecalling and swearing drew a LOT of attention. Played until all the lights turned off in the alley and we were the last ones to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved this weekend for more reasons than one ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-8026718822011980173?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8026718822011980173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=8026718822011980173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/8026718822011980173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/8026718822011980173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/cigars-and-cider.html' title='Cigars and cider'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-6421751688387489949</id><published>2009-05-01T23:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:36:37.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>The month in photographs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 4th :&lt;/strong&gt; Core i7. The most expensive purchase in my life. And the best :D!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:66721397-FF69-4ca6-AEC4-17E6B3208830:1a517d66-0144-4483-8bdf-f8783b30be98" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline; float: none;"&gt;&lt;a style="border: 0px none ;" href="http://cid-2fcebeaf224cd5e7.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=2FCEBEAF224CD5E7%21802&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="View Core i7" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/Sfs4cc5m_nI/AAAAAAAAAL4/yib80k2rFfc/InlineRepresentationc0583817-765a-4205-9d5b-808e01a79df2%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="width: 340px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cid-2fcebeaf224cd5e7.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=2FCEBEAF224CD5E7%21802&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;View Full Album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 9th :&lt;/strong&gt; B’day :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:66721397-FF69-4ca6-AEC4-17E6B3208830:d2fdc2a6-a8ac-4f15-a7c2-61f13a992d51" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline; float: none;"&gt;&lt;a style="border: 0px none ;" href="http://cid-2fcebeaf224cd5e7.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=2FCEBEAF224CD5E7%21808&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="View Birthday 2009" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/Sfs4dEVV7yI/AAAAAAAAAL8/FPtmtw1icDg/InlineRepresentation3c4b9a50-b6d7-4285-ba31-579c73d0bcc5%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cid-2fcebeaf224cd5e7.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=2FCEBEAF224CD5E7%21808&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;View Full Album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 10th :&lt;/strong&gt; Post b’day celebrations. Highlights include disappearing half eaten b’day cakes, G-15 gaming keyboard (sweeeeeeeeet), kicking ass at pool (me clearing the table in one go baby!), drunk Prachi (everybody’s favourite),Taken, watching the sunrise on Orchard road.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:66721397-FF69-4ca6-AEC4-17E6B3208830:3ef4f8b8-bd71-459e-a86e-e662fbe3604f" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline; float: none;"&gt;&lt;a style="border: 0px none ;" href="http://cid-2fcebeaf224cd5e7.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=2FCEBEAF224CD5E7%21818&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="View Post B'day Celebrations" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/Sfs4dwjfZBI/AAAAAAAAAMA/GrqMjl_OkLE/InlineRepresentationb42aa80c-9e9f-4f05-92e3-7658e0cc1456%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cid-2fcebeaf224cd5e7.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=2FCEBEAF224CD5E7%21818&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;View Full Album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 11th : &lt;/strong&gt;Chilli crab, black pepper crab, deer meat, a bottle of Sauza Gold, a bottle of JD, 2 packs, Pari, Agas and me, loads of drunken confessions, emo talk, an entire pack gone in 4 hours (sorry dear lungs) and no puke (surprisingly)…yeah, the lesser I speak about it the better :P.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:66721397-FF69-4ca6-AEC4-17E6B3208830:12b42f16-f7c8-4de1-903e-c4ce4b2cf533" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline; float: none;"&gt;&lt;a style="border: 0px none ;" href="http://cid-2fcebeaf224cd5e7.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=2FCEBEAF224CD5E7%21823&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="View The night of sins and confessions" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/Sfs4hDETfNI/AAAAAAAAAME/_vi_OEqJuQI/InlineRepresentation652e1c02-0ec9-4ab6-b783-62c8d955642c%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cid-2fcebeaf224cd5e7.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=2FCEBEAF224CD5E7%21823&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;View Full Album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 12th :&lt;/strong&gt; Detox with Soup Spoon and health food.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/Sfs4pIZemEI/AAAAAAAAAMI/RDvgbnZKSOs/s1600-h/Img%28419%29%5B2%5D.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="Img(419)" style="border: 0px none ; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="Img(419)" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/Sfs4pxUCpXI/AAAAAAAAAMM/8oQ46lkFDkI/Img%28419%29_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 13th to May 1st :&lt;/strong&gt;  Fallout 3, FAT, Fallout 3, FAT, Fallout 3, FAT, Fallout 3, buffet treat at Grand Hyatt, Fallout 3, fingers sliced during FAT, Fallout 3, Fallout 3 and more Fallout 3. Oh…and er ahem…Agas, Shanty and I become fugitives.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:66721397-FF69-4ca6-AEC4-17E6B3208830:8da130de-8838-4766-800c-31f62a25915f" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline; float: none;"&gt;&lt;a style="border: 0px none ;" href="http://cid-2fcebeaf224cd5e7.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=2FCEBEAF224CD5E7%21837&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="View Fallout 3 goodness baby" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/Sfs4qdpRogI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/7VLoOyJ7efY/InlineRepresentationef6db66c-7a11-4178-adbe-60350d464e5f%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cid-2fcebeaf224cd5e7.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=2FCEBEAF224CD5E7%21837&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;View Full Album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-6421751688387489949?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6421751688387489949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=6421751688387489949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/6421751688387489949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/6421751688387489949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/month-in-photographs.html' title='The month in photographs'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/Sfs4cc5m_nI/AAAAAAAAAL4/yib80k2rFfc/s72-c/InlineRepresentationc0583817-765a-4205-9d5b-808e01a79df2%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-8332606984868969043</id><published>2009-04-15T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:08:31.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging by Email</title><content type='html'>Yesh...I iz doing eet!!!!&lt;br&gt;Nao!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-8332606984868969043?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8332606984868969043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=8332606984868969043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/8332606984868969043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/8332606984868969043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/blogging-by-email.html' title='Blogging by Email'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-6563811885074812795</id><published>2009-04-09T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:39:18.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>The Birthday Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Heeeeee :D! Damn...was saving the 100th post for my birthday but wrote stupid emo stuff instead...lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anyway, just to recap, thanks to last week's smoking escapades (btw, I smoked some more just after writing that last entry), I developed a serious cough and sinus infection.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I'm better now. Had a nice relaxing week thanks to it...and spent more time with my Core i7. I'll blog about that later.&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 12 midnight, I was awakened by someone knocking on my door. Outside my room, Praneeth was standing with a huge ass birthday cake in one hand and Pari on the speakerphone in his other hand! Hahaha...was quite surprised and also very touched.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/Sd4QCRNtUlI/AAAAAAAAALk/jrIuk0ipnpc/s1600-h/Img%28405%29%5B5%5D.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="Img(405)" style="border: 0px none ; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="Img(405)" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/Sd4QDB5-E2I/AAAAAAAAALo/kbiCFn1YmOw/Img%28405%29_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/Sd4QNNzwSfI/AAAAAAAAALs/58GS6Wp7gq0/s1600-h/Img%28406%29%5B6%5D.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="Img(406)" style="border: 0px none ; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="Img(406)" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/Sd4QN1u5OQI/AAAAAAAAALw/a4-kXz2_8Po/Img%28406%29_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That there’s my Blueberry cheesecake b’day cake…and below that is me with a half sleepy dazed look…lol! But honestly, its one of the sweeter things that someone has done for me on my birthday. Thanks to both Praneeth and Pari :D. Praneeth especially looked very cute standing there with a candlelit huge b’day cake in one hand and his phone in the other with Pari’s voice coming out of it:P.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Went to sleep soon after. Woke up early for work. Was a fairly relaxed day. One of my colleagues treated me to lunch. So sweet of her ^___^. After that went to Singapore Poly class. Even there the LEAPers had a B’day surprise for me in the classroom. Again was very touched. But idiot that I am, I’m not particularly good at expressing my gratitude. In fact I felt like an asshole because I called one of my LEAP friends’ attempt to surprise me as a bit lame, although it was so sweet of him. I was joking ofcourse, but sometimes I just forget when to stop kidding around. I really hope he knows I was joking, coz I was honestly very very touched and surprised&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, assholish comments aside, I had a great day. I think I’ll definitely remember this b’day. There was nothing fancy, but just the little things really made this day extra special for me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’ll post more pics when I get them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yayz! Beautiful Day :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:2d4b38ce-e2ee-4e9d-841c-52dcf267c5a7" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline; float: none;"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Birthday" rel="tag"&gt;Birthday&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/LEAP" rel="tag"&gt;LEAP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-6563811885074812795?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6563811885074812795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=6563811885074812795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/6563811885074812795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/6563811885074812795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday-post.html' title='The Birthday Post'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/Sd4QDB5-E2I/AAAAAAAAALo/kbiCFn1YmOw/s72-c/Img%28405%29_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-4826940463035669734</id><published>2009-04-02T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:38:12.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>100th motherfucking post</title><content type='html'>Was actually saving this for my birthday, but I just had a weird night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to work. Been working my ass off for the past 4 weeks and I know that its being noticed. Today I got some acknowledgment for all the good work I've put in. And I really have. Normally I don't brag about such stuff...but I know I've done some really outstanding work so far and it felt good to have that work appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...evening came. Went to my company's year end party. Lots of alcohol. Played pool and kicked ass initially, but then got my ass kicked by another LEAPer. She has also previously kicked my ass at table tennis...lol :P. There's no shame there though...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt a bit weird and out of place after a while. I dunno what it was...but I suddenly started feeling like a stranger amongst all my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was the 6 shots of whiskey. Maybe it was the glasses of beer I gulped down. But I just felt so fucking down. And I didn't even know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back a bit early...and for the first time in my life, I actually bought a pack just because I felt like lighting one up. Bought more alcohol as well. And instead of lighting ONE up, I chain smoked three. Actually stopped myself from smoking the fourth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I leaned back underneath my building, and exhaled smoke over my head and behind me, I didn't feel relaxed at all. I just felt uneasy and weird. Although I did get a mild high from it (heck...after 6 shots of whiskey, 3 mugs of beer and some more beer from 7-11 followed by 3 consecutive cigarette, if I don't even get a mild buzz then I should go jump off a building :P ), it didn't feel as good as I thought it would feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just felt weird. About life. About work. About living here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, now, as I type this...I just feel like going back to India. Back to Nainital. Where the mountains and fogs stretched into eternity. Where the cool air heightened my senses and made me one with nature...made me feel...alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, and for the past few weeks, I just feel confused and somewhat alone. Like I said...maybe its the fucking alcohol talking, maybe its the motherfucking nicotine...but I just wanted to feel alive tonight. Wanted to do something crazy and weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll do it tomorrow night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-4826940463035669734?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4826940463035669734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=4826940463035669734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/4826940463035669734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/4826940463035669734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/100th-motherfucking-post.html' title='100th motherfucking post'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-1012558309747894986</id><published>2009-03-21T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:13:26.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Weird night</title><content type='html'>Loads of sheeshah&lt;br /&gt;4-5 cigs&lt;br /&gt;My lungs probably hate me&lt;br /&gt;5 shots of tequila&lt;br /&gt;1 horrible cider drink&lt;br /&gt;Malibu rum (yum)&lt;br /&gt;And of course a live Russell Petersish show from a bunch of drunk Mallu Indian guys&lt;br /&gt;A much needed break from the tiring week that was&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-1012558309747894986?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1012558309747894986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=1012558309747894986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/1012558309747894986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/1012558309747894986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/weird-night.html' title='Weird night'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-2451514315481063241</id><published>2009-03-15T19:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:10:10.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Got up late. Went to shop in Bugis.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Had one of the best lunches in a really long time at Soup Spoon. I dunno what it is about that place, but whenever I go there alone I enjoy it a lot more. Had some of the delicious minestrone soup, roast beef wasabi sandwich and iced lemon tea. Perfect. It totally hit the spot. Loved every sip and bite of the food.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SbzhqNBWPVI/AAAAAAAAALE/11q3ynhl8GI/s1600-h/Soup%20Spoon%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Soup Spoon" border="0" alt="Soup Spoon" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SbzhrqiaR3I/AAAAAAAAALI/kdwXhwPWXlA/Soup%20Spoon_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There’s just something about Soup Spoon that makes it a rather (for the lack of a better term) classy ‘fast food’ joint in my book. Its not that expensive, really delicious and presumably healthy (I’m just adding that to make myself feel better about eating there again :P ).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, after the terrific lunch, went to shop at Cold Storage. I love that place. With my Shure blocking out the world around me completely, shopping for groceries turned into 2 hours of floating through aisles in pure ignorant bliss.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So apart from the horrendously crowded MRT ride, its turning out to be a peaceful and lazy Sunday. I even feel like meditating.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:5a828cb1-755a-4860-8e05-c70b084f6e0a" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Soup+Spoon" rel="tag"&gt;Soup Spoon&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Bugis" rel="tag"&gt;Bugis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-2451514315481063241?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2451514315481063241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=2451514315481063241&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/2451514315481063241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/2451514315481063241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/lazy-sunday.html' title='Lazy Sunday'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SbzhrqiaR3I/AAAAAAAAALI/kdwXhwPWXlA/s72-c/Soup%20Spoon_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-8007421254650484453</id><published>2009-03-15T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:10:37.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>Not a bad Saturday</title><content type='html'>Not a bad weekend at all. Got my Shure earphones replaced. Thank you Shure for making some awesome earphones. And also thanks a bunch for the 2 year warranty :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to office, finished off a big chunk of work. Felt really good after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watchmen&lt;/span&gt; with Pari and Praneeth. The first hour of the movie was packed with awesomeness! The ending lacked the proverbial punch, but was by no means bad. Music was awesome in some parts and just plain akward in others. Gore, action, adult themes and sex...definitely not a movie for the kids. Just wish I had read the comic before I watched it :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow...some well deserved RnR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-8007421254650484453?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8007421254650484453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=8007421254650484453&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/8007421254650484453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/8007421254650484453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-bad-saturday.html' title='Not a bad Saturday'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-3343414604316464060</id><published>2009-03-13T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:40:04.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>The one weekend I wont be going out</title><content type='html'>Yeah, kinda sucks. Got shit loads of work so I have to go to office tomorrow. This is the first time I'll be working on a weekend. Lets hope its one of the very few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to blog about really. Work has completely taken over my life. But believe it or not, I don't mind going to office everyday. God bless LEAP and my LEAP "batchmates", without whom working life would pretty much just suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad now I decided to join Invensys. And more so LEAP. At first it was a bit difficult for me to fit in, being the only Indian in a group of 20. I even thought about quitting initially. Now I'm glad I stuck it out. It seems that over time, I've kinda come into my own. Your colleagues at work and in your project really matter...I totally realize that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apart from the current tsunami of work and deadlines (and a few new bad habits here and there), working life aint half bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my fucking Core i7 is coming next month. A birthday gift from me to me. Oh yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaahhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-3343414604316464060?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3343414604316464060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=3343414604316464060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/3343414604316464060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/3343414604316464060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-weekend-i-wont-be-going-out.html' title='The one weekend I wont be going out'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-6199760172934072483</id><published>2009-03-09T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:22:38.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>Tired and mildly angry</title><content type='html'>Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-6199760172934072483?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6199760172934072483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=6199760172934072483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/6199760172934072483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/6199760172934072483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/tired-and-mildly-angry.html' title='Tired and mildly angry'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-9166273869724222158</id><published>2009-03-01T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:23:53.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>Things I discovered today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Carlo Rossi’s California Red wine tastes like nail polish remover. But when mixed with Welch’s 100% Concord Grape juice…it tastes like heaven in a wine glass! Antioxidant goodness baby :).      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Celery tastes like crap. But slap it onto some lightly toasted multi-grain bread, with 3-4 slices of lean n trim salami, topped with a lil bit of honey mustard sauce…and it tastes awesome! And not to mention filling!&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Well, I didn’t discover this today, but Post’s Great Grains (Raisins, Dates and Pecans) whole grain cereal, is quite possibly the tastiest breakfast cereal I have EVER had! Much, much better than regular corn-flakes, this badass cereal is super healthy too :D      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Muesli bars pack a really mean amount of sugar and calories. Too bad they taste so good :(      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Mackerels suck.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Cold Storage rocks.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Must work hard to start looking like that again –&amp;gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SapUIqNVaeI/AAAAAAAAAK8/z4tDz5DMZUg/s1600-h/Ranajay%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Ranajay" border="0" alt="Ranajay" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SapUJxpDEAI/AAAAAAAAALA/qur_j7zPkeA/Ranajay_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-9166273869724222158?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/9166273869724222158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=9166273869724222158&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/9166273869724222158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/9166273869724222158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-discovered-today.html' title='Things I discovered today'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SapUJxpDEAI/AAAAAAAAALA/qur_j7zPkeA/s72-c/Ranajay_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-5845576649722190893</id><published>2009-03-01T00:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:48:52.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>Back to the basics</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Many many years ago, in a land far far away, there was once released a movie called Dil Chahta Hai, which would forever change my views on hair. No longer would haircuts be restricted to “slope” and “katora” cuts…but hair itself would become a fashion statement…a symbol of freedom…and identity.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The year DCH was released,I got myself the &lt;em&gt;Aamir Khan cut. &lt;/em&gt;It became quite a hit among my friends and even earned me the name Aamir Khan bhaiyya among my juniors. Don’t believe me? Well, I don’t fucking care really :P.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And after many years and many hairy transitions…its back to the basics baby. Coz that’s how we roll ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/Salp7RegRSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/z6LrRB4OYgE/s1600-h/Photo%20203%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Photo 203" border="0" alt="Photo 203" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/Salp9QAtYcI/AAAAAAAAAK4/MnP3DURxUPQ/Photo%20203_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hahahahaha! Yeah, I know, funny photo :P. Laugh it up bitches.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:c0753b62-5e02-4d19-8ee8-caea5e48f760" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/DCH" rel="tag"&gt;DCH&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Ranajay" rel="tag"&gt;Ranajay&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/haircut" rel="tag"&gt;haircut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-5845576649722190893?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5845576649722190893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=5845576649722190893&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/5845576649722190893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/5845576649722190893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-basics.html' title='Back to the basics'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/Salp9QAtYcI/AAAAAAAAAK4/MnP3DURxUPQ/s72-c/Photo%20203_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-7431729169146093300</id><published>2009-02-24T20:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T02:24:03.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoko Kanno'/><title type='text'>Rahman’s Oscars</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The world has finally heard Rahman. One of the most talented composers to ever come out of India, A.R. Rahman, won 2 Oscars yesterday which really made my day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SaPjTCaEYUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/m_tGNrNPb6c/s1600-h/Rahman%20and%20his%20oscars%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; margin: 0px auto; display: block; float: none;" title="Rahman and his oscars" alt="Rahman and his oscars" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SaPjUQwGYeI/AAAAAAAAAKo/LfQioxLeXt0/Rahman%20and%20his%20oscars_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He won best music and best song for Slumdog Millionaire…one of the most overrated and overhyped movies I’ve seen in recent times. Rahman’s music in the movie is by no means his best. In fact, in my opinion, the song Jai Ho (that won him an Oscar) pretty much sucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But all that doesn’t matter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Rahman finally won an award that is proportional to his talent. And unless people are getting Nobel prizes for music these days, an Oscar is pretty much the most prestigious and publicized award you can get for music.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The Oscar itself didn’t come as a shock really. What &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; come as a shock though was my immense joy when I realized he had won. It suddenly occurred to me that this was the very dude who had changed Indian music forever. This was the dude who composed the music for a very dear childhood song I liked…Chhoti si aasha…the first song I EVER learnt on my “Casio”. The dude whose music sent shivers down my spine  as a pre-pubescent teenager. And whose music has been a part of every one of my mix-tapes, CDs and playlists ever since.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was so happy that I treated my usual lunch buddies to lunch and drinks :D. I just felt so fucking good! The rest of the day was spent listening to his music over and over again on my iPod.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Congratulations Rahman. You deserved it. You knew you deserved it. I knew it. The whole of India knew it. And we’re all proud of you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And if ever…though its not that likely…but fuck it, anything can happen in this crazy world…if ever Yoko Kanno wins an Oscar…I’m giving a super super lavish treat. Because when all is said and done...I love you Rahman…but not as much as Yoko Kanno :).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SaPjWSkasOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/T41RV-Qq6Tw/s1600-h/Yoko%20Kanno%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; margin: 0px auto; display: block; float: none;" title="Yoko Kanno" alt="Yoko Kanno" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SaPjXU9_llI/AAAAAAAAAKw/R1-5TWphqq4/Yoko%20Kanno_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline; float: none;" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:09c50325-578d-45ba-88d0-bb0380594054" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/A.R.+Rahman" rel="tag"&gt;A.R. Rahman&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Rahman" rel="tag"&gt;Rahman&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Oscar" rel="tag"&gt;Oscar&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Slumdog" rel="tag"&gt;Slumdog&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Yoko+Kanno" rel="tag"&gt;Yoko Kanno&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-7431729169146093300?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7431729169146093300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=7431729169146093300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/7431729169146093300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/7431729169146093300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/rahmans-oscars.html' title='Rahman’s Oscars'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SaPjUQwGYeI/AAAAAAAAAKo/LfQioxLeXt0/s72-c/Rahman%20and%20his%20oscars_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-7390168594203863993</id><published>2009-02-22T07:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T08:01:58.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>Cockblocking</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes…I finally got to use that newly learnt term in a conversation!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway…its been a long time since I’ve come back home so early in the morning. Last time was NYE I think. And Shanty, the reason why I’m blogging so soon is because its fresh in my head. Just to clarify :P.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fun night actually. Sold my 1 GB of RAM and spent the money on drinks at Clarke Quay. Met up with Prachi, Pari, Ankur, Alex, Shanty and Avi. Finally got to see drunk Prachi! And is she violent or what?! Alex looks like a…ahem…”flower”, compared to her!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She was slapping people left, right and center (Ankur, Shanty and poor Avi), drinking water and spitting it out, throwing stuff and blabbering all sorts of nonsense.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Jojo….tu friend hai. Pari bhi friend hai! Tu wapas aa gaya. Tu friend hai…but please! Please….”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SaCOqwpfW8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/TQ48Dy2VCN0/s1600-h/Img%28375%29%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Img(375)" border="0" alt="Img(375)" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SaCOtEDmSGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4cOARWWUMeo/Img%28375%29_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No fucking clue what that meant :P. But in a way…yeah, I am back baby ;). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Drunk Pari dialed Ankur’s home number by accident, which resulted in calls from both Ankur’s mom and dad! Hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lets not even bother describing what I drank, because it doesn’t even matter these days. Stupid fucking higher than normal threshold.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Left after a while because we were just so fucking hungry. After drunk Pari, tipsy Ankur, drunk Prachi and Avi bailed on us, we went to Kallang to bowl. We totally sucked, but we were playing with the objective to bowl fast. Unfortunately neither Shanty or I could break the 22 mph mark. Must try with better bowling balls next time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What followed after that is like a&lt;strong&gt; legenfuckingdary Geylang trip&lt;/strong&gt; where we just ate and talked. And boy did we talk! It was like a proper LC reunion minus Pari where no stone was left unturned. All relationships, short-term, long-term, ONSs (maybe not all ;) ) ,flings etc etc were revealed…sometimes with too much information (courtesy Alex), reflected upon, made fun of…blah blah blah…and so on and so fucking forth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Glad to have gotten so many things off my chest…not so glad to have heard Alex’s…erm…10 phone call story…lol! Nah, just kidding man…its all good ;). We had just one rule…no stupid fucking secrets. Maybe we got more than we bargained for…but it was just so fucking cool and hilarious! Alex and his flower…and also his cockblocking ways…Shanty’s "simplistic" take on relationships…my own personal experiences and fundas (which I’m not gonna fucking blog about :P)…with sprinkles of TMI here and there. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Awesome. Fucked up. Enlightening.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One of those weird yet very very memorable trips. Legen-motherfucking-dary!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:8f204248-4fe7-4af5-956b-2bd491bb21ac" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Cockblocking" rel="tag"&gt;Cockblocking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-7390168594203863993?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7390168594203863993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=7390168594203863993&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/7390168594203863993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/7390168594203863993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/cockblocking.html' title='Cockblocking'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SaCOtEDmSGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4cOARWWUMeo/s72-c/Img%28375%29_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-1750982035024988169</id><published>2009-02-18T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:05:25.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just so fucking tired. Project going full swing. Sleeping 6 hours a day. Not good. Watching Entourage. That’s good. Really good. Just so fucking tired. Gonna sleep now. Fuck everything. Haha. Nah. Jus kidding. But I am fucking tired. Peace out. Or go fuck yourself. If I hate you. Vice versa too. Not the fucking part though. Or whatever. Who gives a flying fuck anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-1750982035024988169?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1750982035024988169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=1750982035024988169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/1750982035024988169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/1750982035024988169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-1735737333918709686</id><published>2009-02-15T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:37:14.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Mind Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SZgnbaPSM8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tHHOCpJ9uXU/s1600-h/mindgame_poster%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="mindgame_poster" border="0" alt="mindgame_poster" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SZgnfo6jMdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5JuSiOqglis/mindgame_poster_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="170" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mind Game&lt;/strong&gt; is a super cool Jap anime movie that’s unlike any movie you’ve ever seen before. Its like a total fucking acid trip. Very very trippy but with an awesome (and somewhat confusing) storyline. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I really liked the style of anime too. It was a combination of many things, including live action (ala A Scanner Darkly), which made it really cool :). And it certainly had a powerful message and a really powerful and fucking climatic ending!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The ending alone is worth watching the whole movie for! In recent times, I really don’t remember watching a movie which had THIS good an ending! MIND BLAASTING. Literally. And I’m not even joking!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Its not exactly your typical feel good movie, but it certainly made me feel great. As if life was full of possibilities and that we need to fucking live life to the max!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Carpe fucking diem baby!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; width: 425px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:419bdf0a-b91c-4f5b-9593-b3a260d437e5" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="2c6fcf95-7ba8-450a-aaef-fe3c83560b55" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7lIKCBCLo4U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SZgniqVMPZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/AmBqVtrHKrs/video6f0e8506120f%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('2c6fcf95-7ba8-450a-aaef-fe3c83560b55'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/7lIKCBCLo4U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/7lIKCBCLo4U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If I watch this movie again, which I think I will…its definitely going into my list of favourite films. Its THAT good :D!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:7fa3580f-7278-4f16-8976-a2802a9dbb15" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Mind+Game" rel="tag"&gt;Mind Game&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Anime" rel="tag"&gt;Anime&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-1735737333918709686?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1735737333918709686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=1735737333918709686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/1735737333918709686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/1735737333918709686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/mind-game.html' title='Mind Game'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SZgnfo6jMdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5JuSiOqglis/s72-c/mindgame_poster_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-3733634562221005696</id><published>2009-02-12T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:42:56.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Allah Ke Bande</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now, I’m not a religious guy or Muslim, but the song &lt;strong&gt;Allah Ke Bande&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Kailash Kher &lt;/strong&gt;(from the movie &lt;strong&gt;Waisa Bhi Hota Hai&lt;/strong&gt;) really brought a smile to my face this morning while I was on my way to work.&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;p&gt;The title of the song means “a person of God” or rather a &lt;em&gt;follower of God&lt;/em&gt; I think. Its a beautiful Sufi song, and I’d really never paid much attention to the lyrics before. But somehow I just ended up playing this song over and over again on my iPod and was amazed at the subtle beauty of the song which is actually about a &lt;em&gt;Parinda&lt;/em&gt;, or a bird.&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;p&gt;I interpreted the song in my own way, so I don’t really know or care what its actually supposed to mean. Also, the translation is NOT literally word for word.&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#45b8f4"&gt;Toota, toota, ek parinda aise toota, ke phir jud na paya&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;This line says that, once there was a bird that was so broken that it could never fix itself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#45b8f4"&gt;Loota, loota, kisne usko aise loota, ke phir ud na paya…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Someone or something robbed this bird so bad that it could never fly again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Sound familiar? Nah, just kidding. But these first two lines are so powerful that they immediately grab your attention.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#45b8f4"&gt;Girta hua woh aasman se aakar gira zameen par, khaabon me fir bhi badal hi the, woh kehta raha magar….Allah ke bande has de….jo bhi ho kal phir ayega…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Tumbling from the sky he came falling down to earth. And now, even though in his dreams he only sees the clouds and skies, he still keeps on singing….”keep smiling, oh follower of God…because no matter what happens, tomorrow shall come again.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;These to me are the saddest lines in this song, because the broken flightless bird still sings about faith and hoping for a better tomorrow.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#45b8f4"&gt;Khoke apne par hi toh, usne tha udna seekha….&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Only after losing his wings did he truly learn how to fly…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;p&gt;Lovely :)&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#45b8f4"&gt;Gam ko apne saath me le le, dard bhi tere kaam ayega&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Carry the grief with you, because even this pain will be useful to you one day.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;I didn’t really understand the meaning of this line, but I think its something like using your grief as a way to heal yourself. Weird…yet beautiful.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#45b8f4"&gt;Tukde tukde ho gaya tha har sapna jab woh toota…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;He was broken into a million tiny pieces when all of his dreams got shattered…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;:(&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#45b8f4"&gt;Bikhre tukdon me Allah ki marzi ka manzar paayega&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;But in these scattered pieces you’ll find the message of God.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;This line was probably a bit too religious for my taste, but the way in which I interpret it is that, all the shit that happens in your life…happens for a reason. And if you choose not to escape from the pain, but to accept it…then you can perhaps make some sense of it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;A really really touching and beautiful song. I guess Sufi songs are like that. They don’t belong to any caste or religion or country. They’re just beautiful verses of poetry that have deeper meaning.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Now go listen to it!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; width: 425px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:c9bcf667-bddb-4990-92e4-40eb8c323785" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="6717cdb3-ce9b-401e-a0cf-0059fb77678d" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4UuJK5Z_ltE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SZQXheD0GHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Zi21p-iyvsE/video07e9481a4080%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('6717cdb3-ce9b-401e-a0cf-0059fb77678d'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/4UuJK5Z_ltE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/4UuJK5Z_ltE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:9fcdf74b-b3cf-4b58-8176-5262e46a0bd2" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Allah+ke+bande" rel="tag"&gt;Allah ke bande&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Toota" rel="tag"&gt;Toota&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/parinda" rel="tag"&gt;parinda&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Waisa+bhi+hota+hai" rel="tag"&gt;Waisa bhi hota hai&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/kailash+kher" rel="tag"&gt;kailash kher&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/sufi" rel="tag"&gt;sufi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-3733634562221005696?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3733634562221005696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=3733634562221005696&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/3733634562221005696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/3733634562221005696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/allah-ke-bande.html' title='Allah Ke Bande'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SZQXheD0GHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Zi21p-iyvsE/s72-c/video07e9481a4080%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-221672708811180759</id><published>2009-02-07T14:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:00:16.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>DEV D: A pseudo review</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SY0l2allotI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/d4jMwRpahmc/s1600-h/devd1%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="devd1" border="0" alt="devd1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SY0l3cV16-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/yiI2t8-q1dM/devd1_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="166" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Went to watch Dev D with Pari, Praneeth, Agas and Shanty yesterday. Now this is a movie I’ve been looking forward to ever since Monu first showed me its trailer a few months back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I’ve been listening to its songs on my iPod constantly, waiting and anticipating to watch it first day last show (am a working person now yaar…tragedy…tragedieee).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Which I did.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I knew it was either gonna be a movie that would blow my mind away to a different dimension, or a movie that would fall flat on its face. Director Anurag Kashyap’s last film (that I watched) was &lt;strong&gt;No Smoking&lt;/strong&gt;….which kind of left me with mixed feelings.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;And the same goes for Dev D.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;But unlike No Smoking, Dev D oozed awesomeness from almost every frame and scene. Where it kind of went wrong, in my opinion, was the sugary goody-two-shoes ending…which was so out of tone and abrupt!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;But before that, let me tell you this…Dev D might be the best and most fucking bad ass movie you will see in Indian cinema for months/years to come! At some points, the editing, cinematography, acting and dialogues were so fucking brilliant that it almost seemed like &lt;strong&gt;Fight Club &lt;/strong&gt;tripping&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;on desi tharra and cocaine!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It will take you on a roller coaster ride right from the word go till about 3/4ths of the film when it kind of slows down, leaving you guessing how this tale would end. And that’s where disappointment kicks in. What you would expect from this movie by then is a crash n burn &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0102636/"&gt;Parindaesque&lt;/a&gt; ending which would take you by the balls, hurl you at the floor and shatter you into a million tiny pieces. But instead, you see a fucking weird and out of tone, “hero realizing his true love” kind of pansy ass ending. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Don’t get me wrong, it was one of the many possible scenarios, but after so many hours of listening to &lt;strong&gt;Saali Khushi&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Emotional Attyachar&lt;/strong&gt;, after remembering the shocking and heart wrenching endings to movies like Parinda and American History X, or the weird and equally awesome ending to Fight Club…you kinda expect more. Especially from Dev D. Which kicked so much ass all the way, but then tripped at the end.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;From this point on there might be &lt;strong&gt;minor spoilers&lt;/strong&gt; here and there. Deal with it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;What I loved:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;The acting. Especially Abhay Deol, Dibyendu Bhattacharya (Chunni) and Kalki Koechlin to some extent after she transformed into Chanda. But hats off to Mahie Gill (Paro) for her amazing amazing acting! I can’t tell you how much attachment I felt towards her character when she was crying while riding back on her bicycle with the mattress in the back. An immortal moment in the movie that I’ll always remember.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Individual moments. Like Paro’s topless photo taking antics, Paro touching herself, the khet and mattress sequence, Paro chasing Sunil and then burning his clothes…with Sunil watching from far away, Emosanal Attyachar (brass band version) in its full glory, the super trippy 14 shots of vodka and coke sequence, Paro “making love” to Dev after getting married….blah blah blah. There’re way too many such moments in this film. The more I think about this movie, the more things come to mind. One moment I really really loved, was when Dev hugs Chanda and tells her, koi baat nahi, its gonna be ok…something that Chanda’s father should’ve done. It was fucked up and sweet, but Chanda’s satisfied smile really made my heart melt for that brief second.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;The music. The brilliant music. The mind BLAASTING music. Amit Trivedi at his best! But not its usage in the film except for on some occasions.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Editing and cinematography. Fight Club on tharra. Nuff said. Other hindi movies…please learn something.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;The story. Classic tale of Devdas, told in its own unique way, that people of my generation can completely relate to. Yeah…that minus the last 10 minutes of the film.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Subtitles. The hilarious English subtitles. Thank you Singapore.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;What I didn’t like:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Other individual moments. Like Leni’s dad offing himself. Where the fuck did that come from?? Leni’s acting too was pathetic before she turned into Chanda.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;The usage of music. Had it been some other music director, then I wouldn’t have cared. But this is Amit Trivedi. The DUDE who gave the brilliant music to the movie &lt;strong&gt;Aamir&lt;/strong&gt; as well. I will be biased here because I loved some of the songs too much to see them being used at weird places in the movie and that too in bits and pieces. Anyway…bottom line is this…the (superb) music composed for this film could’ve been used better.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;What I absolutely hated:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;The ending. I think I’ve ranted enough about it.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Emotional Attyachar (Rock version). The best motherfucking song I’ve heard in ages. And it wasn’t even played in its full and awesome unbridled glory. Ooooooh….that really pissed me off.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;And if you don’t agree with my analysis…well…I really wouldn’t give a flying fuck anyway.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:5b696cdc-a1a1-4f25-92f5-7d3d707a7cef" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Dev+D" rel="tag"&gt;Dev D&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/movie" rel="tag"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/review" rel="tag"&gt;review&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/tragedy" rel="tag"&gt;tragedy&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/emotional+attyachar" rel="tag"&gt;emotional attyachar&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/emosanal+attyachar" rel="tag"&gt;emosanal attyachar&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/emosanal" rel="tag"&gt;emosanal&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/attyachaar" rel="tag"&gt;attyachaar&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/atyachar" rel="tag"&gt;atyachar&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/atyachaar" rel="tag"&gt;atyachaar&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Ranajay" rel="tag"&gt;Ranajay&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Pari" rel="tag"&gt;Pari&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Agas" rel="tag"&gt;Agas&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Praneeth" rel="tag"&gt;Praneeth&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Shanty" rel="tag"&gt;Shanty&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Fight+Club+on+tharra" rel="tag"&gt;Fight Club on tharra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-221672708811180759?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/221672708811180759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=221672708811180759&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/221672708811180759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/221672708811180759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/dev-d-pseudo-review.html' title='DEV D: A pseudo review'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SY0l3cV16-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/yiI2t8-q1dM/s72-c/devd1_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-8734595362474654206</id><published>2009-02-07T12:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:00:35.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>SUPER CNY WEEKE…bleah…it’s been two weeks since then already…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;…and I’m just too lazy. Here’s Agastya’s blog post on the 4th and final day of my CNY holiday:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="http://alexstrings.wordpress.com/2009/01/30/and-the-next/" href="http://alexstrings.wordpress.com/2009/01/30/and-the-next/"&gt;http://alexstrings.wordpress.com/2009/01/30/and-the-next/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;In a nut shell, Pari, Praneeth and I went to Agastya’s place to have dinner. Ankur and Prachi had a small couple’s tiff, which left me, Agastya, Pari and Praneeth waiting for him at the bus stop. After some serious &lt;strong&gt;male bonding &lt;/strong&gt;at the bus stop we went to Mt. Pleasant cemetery, which as it turned out was a bit too scary, especially considering the fact that we were going to a fucked up place for a second night in a row.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Enter failure of courage.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Premature cab back home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;And that’s&amp;#160; about it :P.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;We were laughing our asses off about that trip yesterday when we went to watch Dev D. Good stuff :D!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Among other things…proper gaand phodu work has resumed. My workload literally went from zero to infinity! All I can say is that Invensys sure works on some kick ass and super large scale projects! Really glad I didn’t end up in a bank and that I’m working here :).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;And even though that sounds like a very clichéd, &lt;strong&gt;angoor khatte&lt;/strong&gt; kind of statement, only I would know how true that is. Invensys rocks and so does LEAP. I only hope that its taking me towards a career of consulting, which although is a tad early to say, but I think it is :).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:a602d2cf-f373-427d-9089-87fcc68afc70" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Mt+Pleasant" rel="tag"&gt;Mt Pleasant&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Mount+Pleasant" rel="tag"&gt;Mount Pleasant&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Cemetery" rel="tag"&gt;Cemetery&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Pari" rel="tag"&gt;Pari&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Praneeth" rel="tag"&gt;Praneeth&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Ranajay" rel="tag"&gt;Ranajay&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Shanty" rel="tag"&gt;Shanty&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Agas" rel="tag"&gt;Agas&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Ankur" rel="tag"&gt;Ankur&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-8734595362474654206?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8734595362474654206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=8734595362474654206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/8734595362474654206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/8734595362474654206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/super-sny-weekebleahits-been-two-weeks.html' title='SUPER CNY WEEKE…bleah…it’s been two weeks since then already…'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-7871551703488237393</id><published>2009-02-01T15:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:00:35.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>SUPER CNY WEEKEND: PART III (BUKIT BROWN CEMETERY)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;On &lt;font color="#45b8f4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Agas, Shanty, Pari and I decided that there was a certain level of excitement missing from our lives, so we should do something about it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Hence we decided to venture into the unknown depths of &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#45b8f4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bukit Brown Cemetery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt; (insert cool lightning effects here)!!! This great idea sprung from the minds of Pauline, one of my LEAP buddies when I told her that I was planning to go to the Chua Chu Kang cemetery. She told me that Chua Chu Kang is like a walk in the park compared to Bukit Brown. And how right she was!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;We all decided to put ourselves in the right frame of mind first by watching Raaz 2 (a horror movie). Unfortunately, the movie had exactly the opposite effect of what we had planned. It was so fucking ridiculously hilarious that Pari aur maine comment maar maar ke poori movie ko nanga kar diya! In fact, if anything…the movie just served the purpose of relaxing us before we went :P!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;After the movie, we went to Mustafa to buy supplies like flashlights, umbrellas etc. Excellent call on the flashlights, as we would later find out. Had dinner there then headed for Bukit Brown.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;The trip had all the initial signs of a flop show…the spent money, rain, getting lost before we even reached. But I guess that somehow, the forces of good (or evil), made us find our way to the first and most creepy trail. Torch lights in hand (3 lights shared between 4), we headed into the super dark and super creepy and narrow trail. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;There were graves on both sides of the narrow path and right next to our feet!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SYVJkgZKUDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8ogqMfIgMow/s1600-h/DSC00168%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC00168" border="0" alt="DSC00168" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SYVJllLSq6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/DC6ndXaZbGc/DSC00168_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is just one of the less scarier ones. We went on and on for a long time (around 20-30 minutes) until we came across a house like structure with bikes parked in front. As soon as we neared that, we heard eerie howling sounds. My first instinct was to thin that there were people inside just trying to scare us. But when we flashed our torches….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;…we saw…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dogs! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Angry and ferocious!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Above us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;And one on the road.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Right in front.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Snarling.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Agastya made an immediate U-Turn followed by Pari. Thank God for our presence of mind that we didn’t run. Shanty and I flashed our lights at the dog and slowly back stepped. In fact while going back, Pari and Agas were looking in the front (with Agas comically stiff and not turning back even once…lol), while Shanty and I guarded our backs with the flashlights constantly focused at the dog. The dogs kept on howling and barking into the night for a long time, even after we lost sight of them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;That incident really got our blood pumping and scared us considerably. We decided to follow one of the roads which lead us beneath a bridge. Here we relaxed and caught our breaths for about half an hour.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; width: 425px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:f3de027a-3270-45fe-8bee-e917c6e9797b" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="bfe6fbca-2733-4317-92ab-b1ded142a5aa" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OaXImrsvLUY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SY0whmh_sfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TInSma7cRhs/video108768b49244%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('bfe6fbca-2733-4317-92ab-b1ded142a5aa'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/OaXImrsvLUY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/OaXImrsvLUY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;After that, we ventured into the main larger cemetery!!! Now that cemetery was unlike any other cemetery we had seen before! There were crisscrossing paths, really really old graves, jungle like tree everywhere and no lights whatsoever. Once again, flashlights in hand we ventured into the cemetery and after about 1 hour, we got lost! I heard some weird growling noises as well that scared me to no ends. Pari and Agastya also heard and it freaked them out as well. All this while we were lost inside, trying to find our way out :P.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then after some logical reasoning we found a wider road that lead us out. Just before that we heard some chanting noises which we didn’t find the source of. There was a small shrine over there where Agastya suddenly regained his courage and confidently explored without any flashlight or anything. So basically the chanting worked out for him! There were several dolls and idols over there, which under any other circumstance could’ve easily freaked anybody out…but somehow at that point of time…it just calmed our nerves. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;When we finally left the cemetery, we came across a biker gang, who were thoroughly impressed by our daring and actually called us “fucking hardcore sia”. Basically when they saw the cemetery they were too fucking scared to enter even with their bikes and despite the fact that there were 6-7 of them. On the other hand, we bloody went in with nothing but fucking torches in our hands and for a good 2-3 hours. That really made my night!! We told the bikers that we were going to explore more. As soon as we saw them take their bikes and ride off…we immediately flagged a fucking cab, got in and headed for home :D!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I think we reached back at around 5:30 am. And that’s how CNY night 3 went :D. Right now there’s no one at home so I’d rather not blog about CNY night 4, which is easily an experience that has scared me the most in my entire life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;Any other interesting sights and sounds?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Apart from the eerie sounds we heard in the cemetery and the dog encounter, we saw other chutiyap:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Abandoned bungalows near the cemetery (I mean who would be dumb enough to buy those)!!!&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;A very creepy broken synthesizer that was dumped at the side of the road near the cemetery.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Creepy looking kermit the frog doll in the middle of nowhere, that Shanty promptly desecrated.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SYVJqCq8eNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UFCIowAIp24/s1600-h/DSC00165%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC00165" border="0" alt="DSC00165" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SYVJrObZBHI/AAAAAAAAAJE/NMUxMnKWm48/DSC00165_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Here is Agastya’s account of the night:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="http://alexstrings.wordpress.com/2009/01/26/the-last-few-days/" href="http://alexstrings.wordpress.com/2009/01/26/the-last-few-days/"&gt;http://alexstrings.wordpress.com/2009/01/26/the-last-few-days/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:e1147404-4778-4510-8f20-1aee8d9c62ac" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Cemetery" rel="tag"&gt;Cemetery&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Bukit+Brown" rel="tag"&gt;Bukit Brown&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Scary" rel="tag"&gt;Scary&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Pari" rel="tag"&gt;Pari&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Ranajay" rel="tag"&gt;Ranajay&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Agas" rel="tag"&gt;Agas&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Shanty" rel="tag"&gt;Shanty&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Bikers" rel="tag"&gt;Bikers&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Creepy" rel="tag"&gt;Creepy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-7871551703488237393?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7871551703488237393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=7871551703488237393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/7871551703488237393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/7871551703488237393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/super-cny-weekend-part-iii-bukit-brown.html' title='SUPER CNY WEEKEND: PART III (BUKIT BROWN CEMETERY)'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SYVJllLSq6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/DC6ndXaZbGc/s72-c/DSC00168_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-1093244541727178130</id><published>2009-01-27T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:00:35.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Super CNY Weekend: Part II (Bowling and Geylang)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;On &lt;font color="#45b8f4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;, Shanty, Pari, Praneeth and I went to Kallng for some bowling. The bowling alley over there was pretty good. Shanty was in rare form and got 3 strikes in a row (a Turkey) to end up with a score of &lt;strong&gt;160&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Fucking brilliant!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;I was totally out of form unfortunately. However I did manage to convert a 5-10 split which really made my night :D!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; width: 425px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:9beb5f01-813c-4825-a20e-42c7617e0398" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="47271104-24f0-40d1-877d-87a10c7e88bb" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BCTGlsB5ii4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SX8EEvr0HxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cSCUZ7506JE/video8a268e1a6d5e%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('47271104-24f0-40d1-877d-87a10c7e88bb'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/BCTGlsB5ii4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/BCTGlsB5ii4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Here’s the final score board:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SX8EI4OO30I/AAAAAAAAAIY/muOLdRmuM8U/s1600-h/Img%28362%29%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Poo kicking ass" border="0" alt="Poo kicking ass" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SX8EJ8nIYZI/AAAAAAAAAIc/6GXRduKSg10/Img%28362%29_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;After some bowling action, we decided to catch some supper at Geylang. Praneeth was not very happy about the idea, but we went anyway. Geylang has always been an amazing place to get great food at cheap prices. We managed to find our old eating joint where we ordered all manners to tasty barbequed food which was grilled to perfection….yum!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SX8ENVJPgeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_g-HAE8DRCo/s1600-h/DSC00140%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="As usual...food is gone before we can snap a pic" border="0" alt="As usual...food is gone before we can snap a pic" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SX8EOW932hI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ySh4_yTytSA/DSC00140_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SX8ESmJBUXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/grNYQvs0v0c/s1600-h/DSC00137%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Angry Namburi" border="0" alt="Angry Namburi" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SX8EUEMIhNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5bdzdO5kYrk/DSC00137_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Following that mouth watering meal, we took the doctor’s advise: after dinner, walk a mile ;).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;We came across the Geylang nightlife, but the number of working girls was very less compared to what Agas, Praneeth and I had seen a few months back. The Poo very casually stated that it was very obvious because their shift had ended (at ard 2:40pm). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Obviously :P. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Over the next 30 minutes or so, Shanty described in great and disturbing detail the various parts of Geylang, fish tank girls, Hotel 81 and other things that none of us had ever heard of!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Quite a lot of information I must say for a guy who claims he’s been here only 4-5 times :P. Anyway, Pari and I both got groped by Malay hookers because they thought that we were Malay…lol! After our walk, we decided to come back and rest.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;And that concluded Part II. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:6e65bf2a-9080-46fb-935a-f35a8eadc653" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Geylang" rel="tag"&gt;Geylang&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/bowling" rel="tag"&gt;bowling&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Kallang" rel="tag"&gt;Kallang&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/5-10+split" rel="tag"&gt;5-10 split&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-1093244541727178130?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1093244541727178130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=1093244541727178130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/1093244541727178130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/1093244541727178130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/super-cny-weekend-part-ii-bowling-and.html' title='Super CNY Weekend: Part II (Bowling and Geylang)'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SX8EEvr0HxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cSCUZ7506JE/s72-c/video8a268e1a6d5e%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-816082206405238259</id><published>2009-01-27T20:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:00:35.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Super CNY Weekend: Part I (Seafood)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Chinese New Year this year was a blast!!! 4 days of mind BLAAASTING fun which I will blog about in four parts, each part representing a day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Let’s start with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#45b8f4"&gt;Friday night&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Probably the slowest of all the CNY nights but good fun nonetheless :). Pari took me to a nearby food court where we had some fucking amazing seafood!!!&amp;#160; We had &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chilli Crabs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stingrays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drunken Prawns!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;According to Pari it was the best Chilli Crab he had ever had :D!! It was really awesome, no doubt :).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For me it was the messiest meal I have ever had. Washed my hands thrice!!! From next time onwards I’ll make it a point to remove my watch when I wanna have seafood :P.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here’re some pics of the aftermath:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SX79Tj5L5cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/TMzHuLOxG-A/s1600-h/DSC00124%5B27%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Notice the bowls full of shells" border="0" alt="Notice the bowls full of shells" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SX79U1ZzHnI/AAAAAAAAAII/K9eyVN_vmSU/DSC00124_thumb%5B25%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SX79asAdNjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YzNsnn6kc8Q/s1600-h/Img%28359%29%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="Happy Pari" border="0" alt="Happy Pari" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SX79cH9cw6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/B4sftN9QSJs/Img%28359%29_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After that amazing meal, we both came back, relaxed, I played a little UT. And that’s how we kicked off CNY :D.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On another note…Windows Live Writer rocks!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:bd8ca175-884d-4ca3-8a03-ac9d2408aaa5" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Eunos" rel="tag"&gt;Eunos&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Crab" rel="tag"&gt;Crab&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Seafood" rel="tag"&gt;Seafood&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/CNY" rel="tag"&gt;CNY&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Pari" rel="tag"&gt;Pari&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Ranajay" rel="tag"&gt;Ranajay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-816082206405238259?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/816082206405238259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=816082206405238259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/816082206405238259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/816082206405238259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/super-cny-weekend-part-i.html' title='Super CNY Weekend: Part I (Seafood)'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SX79U1ZzHnI/AAAAAAAAAII/K9eyVN_vmSU/s72-c/DSC00124_thumb%5B25%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-7150407538372823344</id><published>2009-01-23T17:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:19:51.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><title type='text'>"Work"</title><content type='html'>Damn...was so tired of all the "work" I did today, that I came back home early. Even my eyes are hurting from all the "work". Yesterday my eyes were hurting so bad from all the "work" that I had to sleep for 11 hours! Damn "work". I used to suck at it...but with practise, I played..erm I mean "worked" much better than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hate me. Its not my fault that I have so much "work".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-7150407538372823344?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7150407538372823344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=7150407538372823344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/7150407538372823344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/7150407538372823344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/work.html' title='&quot;Work&quot;'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-1998642531096439262</id><published>2009-01-23T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:10:47.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Looking forward to Dev D</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FRLjycn11Rw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FRLjycn11Rw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man...I'm like sooooo looking forward to this movie like! Like its soooooo like totally gonna kick ass!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hopefully! I've been constantly listening to its tracks everyday...on my way to work, while at work, back home...all the fucking time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard its releasing on Feb 6th. First day night show baby!!!! Fo sho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-1998642531096439262?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1998642531096439262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=1998642531096439262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/1998642531096439262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/1998642531096439262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/looking-forward-to-dev-d.html' title='Looking forward to Dev D'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-7371461032744172566</id><published>2009-01-18T04:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T05:17:55.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Another night of random drunkenness</title><content type='html'>...not for me that is. I'm sticking to my Pseudo resolution (for now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first outing with the EEE club gang in 2009, unless you count the epic New Year's Eve outing :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random drunken chutiyaap ensued (big surprise). It was me, Shanty, Avi, Sonja, Wendi, Sabrina, Agas, Huang He, Zelin and his girlfriend(?? Was she? She looked a LOT like Jeon Ji Hyun...but shorter). Good catch Zelin ;)! If she was your girlfriend that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off at Crazy Elephant. I've begun to dislike the place. Anyway, I think Agas had this great master plan to "Fry" me...or in other words, get me totally high and then try and get me to confess stuff...or something along those lines. To my great delight though, his plan totally and utterly backfired! Agas ended up getting saboed into chugging down 4-5 beers and then displaying his amazingly poor skills at smoking cigarettes. Shanty had told me before that Agastya smokes in a really fucked up way, but tonight I saw it first hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pathetic. And hilarious! Agastya didn't fail to entertain!  Right from the totally messed up way in which he holds the cigarette, to mouth fagging (not inhaling), dropping cigarettes, extinguishing his cigarette accidentally and a variety of other "trying to look cool" moves...words would not do justice to this spell binding spectacle of failure :D!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to be harsh...its just really funny the way he smokes and the things he does when he gets really concious that other people are watching him smoke :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonja pretty much went to sleep after 1 beer :P. Shanty chugged down beer after beer to no avail. Huang He the great got high along with Agastya. It seems he has an even smaller capacity than dear Agas!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with Agastya totally sloshed and Huang He also pretty fucked, we headed for &lt;b&gt;Attica&lt;/b&gt;. Yet another club which I wouldn't mind never going to again. I wonder why there aren't many decent clubs here in Singapore?!  Perhaps my expectations are too high. Or perhaps, I must one day make a fucking kick ass club in Singapore...when I have enough cash :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I finally got to see &lt;b&gt;violent Agastya&lt;/b&gt;!!! And what a delight it was!! Agastya, when high, goes from his sweet, achchha bachcha self, to this really violent alter ego who will use 10 "fucks" per sentence, along with wild gesticulations, pushing, hitting and flipping the middle finger every 5 minutes or so! Oh, and not to mention the hilarious dance moves! Ok...I may not be the one to talk, but I think Agastya totally overshadows my shitty dancing when he's sloshed. To be really frank (and I know Shanty will disagree), I didn't think I was THAT bad at dancing today. Anyway...its debatable :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among other things, there were loads of weird drunken discussions, ranging from past relationships, to how many people we've fucked, to lesbianism, to who we like, to matchmaking and other random crap. As usual, I was fully grilled regarding Shilpa. I wonder when they'll get tired of asking me the same question and getting the same reply again and again!! Then there were random attempts at matchmaking me and Sonja. And Shanty and Sonja! Lol...its SOOOOOO fucking ironic (I think Shanty knows what I mean :P ). I think the universe really wants to fuck around with us in the same way over and over again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendi got pretty high and I think there might be something there between her and...ahem...cough cough...never mind. I'm not that bad at guessing such stuff. Best of luck in the future to the party concerned. It can definitely happen if you play your cards right :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot more random shit happened...just way too much to type out. So let's just leave it at that. The night ended at McDonald's where Avi got high on a burger and started speaking random bullshit! Haha!!! Sonja was too tired by then. Agas was blissfully in his own world, staring at us and and giving a goofy smile with half closed eyes...hehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's pretty much the gist of it. I hardly drank anything. And my definition of hardly anything is probably enough to get Pari drunk :P. I'll leave that for another post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-7371461032744172566?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7371461032744172566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=7371461032744172566&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/7371461032744172566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/7371461032744172566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-night-of-random-drunkenness.html' title='Another night of random drunkenness'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-5254604407681033291</id><published>2009-01-16T09:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:02:04.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><title type='text'>First thing in the morning</title><content type='html'>So here I am, in office, minding my own business, watching Youtube...when I see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yWNyAV3bBqw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yWNyAV3bBqw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my IQ just went down by 10 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brrr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-5254604407681033291?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5254604407681033291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=5254604407681033291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/5254604407681033291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/5254604407681033291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-thing-in-morning.html' title='First thing in the morning'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-2314243824958834749</id><published>2009-01-10T14:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T02:21:04.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoko Kanno'/><title type='text'>The Shuffle Quiz :D</title><content type='html'>Got this idea from katrinzzz's Journal entry on Deviantart : &lt;a href="http://katrinzzz.deviantart.com/journal/22410136"&gt; Link to her journal entry &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic idea is, there're a bunch of questions and you need to answer them with the random song names that come up on your iPod/iTunes when you play on shuffle. There's only one rule...no cheating :D. So here goes on my iPod...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.If someone says, "Is this okay?" You say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Aye Udi Udi Udi - Saathiya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...erm...okaiii?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Take a Look Around - Limp Bizkit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...lol! Does that mean I'm as fucked up as this world??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What do you like in a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Don't Stop Believing - Journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so I like "just a small town girl"? Hmmm...pretty accurate :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kabhi Kabhi Aditi - Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...kabhi kabhi toh lage zindagi me nahi koi khushi aur na mazaa? (translation: sometimes it feels like life has no joy or fun). Nooooo...so not what I feel today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.What is your life's purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Not a word - Yoko Kanno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...LOL!!! Totally the opposite of that actually!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Elevation - U2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... hahaha...ok, not bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;With or without you - U2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...awwww....choo chweeet! Wish that were true though =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pushing the sky - Yoko Kanno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...WTF??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Green Bird - Yoko Kanno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoko Kanno yes, green birds...not really...haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What is 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahista Ahista - Swades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this is a lullaby...so basically math puts me to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;High - James Blunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Bwahahahahahahaha! So perfect!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Closer - Joshua Raidin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Hmmm...no comment. Guess I'm a romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cry no more - Blood+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so weird. And depressing =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The blower's daughter - Damien Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...LMFAO!!! I want a sex change apparently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Orange Sky - Alexi Murdoch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Hmmm...in a weird way I suppose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Serenade - Emilliana Torrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."For the dark finds ways of being engraved in the light. And the heart bears indentations of yesterday's hurting child"....sounds more like a funeral song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;One  - U2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind that actually. But I was soooooo hoping for Obukuri Eeumi to pop up here :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Here I am - Bryan Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ehh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Maula Mere - Anwar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...soooo...I fear God??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Obokuri Eeumi - Ikue Asazaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Nooooooooooooooooo!! That's the main reason for all the traffic to my blog!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Feel so free - Ivy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...hmmmm...I feel they ARE a bit too free =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...entertaining quiz. So I'm supposed to tag people to do this quiz too I suppose. I tag Vani, Agastya, Deepak, Shanty and Vanga (please start blogging again =P)!! Seha,Monu you interested?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-2314243824958834749?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2314243824958834749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=2314243824958834749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/2314243824958834749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/2314243824958834749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/shuffle-quiz-d.html' title='The Shuffle Quiz :D'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-3958306539466838232</id><published>2009-01-03T02:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T01:16:19.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>Pseudo Resolutions</title><content type='html'>A few years back I made a New Year's resolution to never make any resolutions again. Well, I'm gonna stick to that and make some pseudo resolutions instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a pseduo resolution?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...I guess its one of those "It would be nice if I could do so and so in 2009, but I'm not really obliged to", kind of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   Stop merely saying the words, "Time for new beginnings" and actually do something to make that happen!&lt;br /&gt;2.   Drink less. Its a waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;3.   Start reaching office earlier than others.&lt;br /&gt;4.   Start learning Japanese already! Or else my dreams of becoming a farmer in Japan will never come true!&lt;br /&gt;5.   Use my Wacom tablet more frequently to make paintings.&lt;br /&gt;6.   Start losing weight already and go back to looking like my profile pic!! I really used to like the way I looked. Now I'm more like a blob!&lt;br /&gt;7.   Upgrade my computer! This one is definitely gonna happen :D. And its gonna kick ass!!&lt;br /&gt;8.   Study for GMAT. You're not alone Agas!&lt;br /&gt;9.   Get in touch with all those friends I was out of touch with in 2008. Which means my old gang :). Sorry for the leave of absence!&lt;br /&gt;10.   Stop making fun of people all the time. I really doubt this will materialize though :P.&lt;br /&gt;11.   Go back to India for some serious partying with Aki,Monu and Shanky!&lt;br /&gt;12.   Save enough money for a trip to Japan. Anybody wanna tag along?&lt;br /&gt;13.   Expand my music collection!&lt;br /&gt;14.   If time permits, learn to play the keyboard better. I'm sure I could play a lot better than I do now if I practised.&lt;br /&gt;15.   Start reading books again, like I used to in Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;16.   Keep  writing in this blog. My writing skills have really turned to shit. Hope to improve on that in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll add in more pseudo resolutions later as and when I think of them :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.   Go to karaoke more often in 2009. Its tremendous amounts of fun!&lt;br /&gt;18.   Walk in the rain more often like all good rain lovers should :)&lt;br /&gt;19.   Improve my bowling game!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-3958306539466838232?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3958306539466838232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=3958306539466838232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/3958306539466838232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/3958306539466838232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/pseudo-resolutions.html' title='Pseudo Resolutions'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-1853602711148208916</id><published>2009-01-01T21:34:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T02:37:46.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>HAPPY YEAR NEW!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>New Year's Eve was a real blur for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening started off slow...got slower...and then suddenly went into a drunken overdrive! Praneeth and I met up with Shanty, Vanga, Suchit, Vani and Indrani at City Hall. From there we proceeded to &lt;b&gt;New York, New York&lt;/b&gt; for an atrocious and heavy dinner. I've been to New York, New York before. And the impression I had about it from my last visit was pretty accurate. The place sucks! Its a wannabe NYDC, with really shitty food for a rather high price. Anyway...after that Praneeth, Shanty and I headed to Clarke Quay to meet up with my EEE club friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarke Quay was packed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet up with the EEE club gang in a club called &lt;b&gt;The Arena&lt;/b&gt;. We reached there at around 11:40 pm :P. Naturally there was a fucking long queue to get in. So Shanty and I unanimously decided to go to 7-11 to atleast get SOMETHING to drink at midnight. Praneeth decided to stay near a large screen showing the festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the last time we saw Praneeth ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, until 5:30am when I was getting off the cab wasted. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanty and I got 4 bottles of Sol from 7-11 (3$ each!!)and just when we were leaving...2008 ended in Singapore. So like true bewdas we opened our bottles (with our very own Batman bottle opener mind you) and drank our way into 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came back to the place we had left Praneeth, he was gone. We searched all over for him and even tried to call, but all the phone lines were jammed. After searching for some time I left an SMS for him. Unfortunately even that couldn't be sent. Anyway, we walked around for a while, finished another beer and then decided to just fuck it and join the line to enter The Arena. Despite the long queue it actually only took us 10 minutes to get in. Entry was fucking 48$!!!! Bloody ripoff. The place was absolutely crowded. There was hardly any space to walk, so we just pushed our way through to the bar to get more drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a double shot of whiskey...Shanty had 4 lol. He also dropped his glass on the floor, so we were pretty much walking on broken glass for quite a while. Had another drink then decided to get the fuck outta there because there was no space and there were black dudes up on the stage who were neither singing rap nor hip-hop. In fact God only knows what the fuck they were doing. The only reason my eyes were even on the stage was because of the super sexy girls there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Arena, Shanty and I decided to get even more hammered, so we went to everybody's favourite bar, Cafe Iguana! Now for the first time, I saw people dancing in Iguana! They had removed all the tables inside and turned it into a dance floor. Shanty and I had 5 shots of Tequila each. In a row!! I have NEVER had that many Tequila shots in a row. While going outside, Shanty lit up a cigarette, so I thought to myself...wtf..its 2009...time for new things. So I asked for a smoke too. This was the first time I had a full cigarette and not just a few puffs. I'm not gonna say that I liked it, but I chained smoked 2 more right after...so go figure. According to Shanty it looked pretty natural on me..lol. Thanks for the compliments Shanty and the good influence :P!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with EEE club ppl on the bridge. Met Anubhav, Sabrina, Sonja, Prof Subzi (Eric),Wendi and her girlfriend! Last to last week it was her boyfriend I met. EEE Club truly is very diverse :P. We were joined shortly by Mingming and his girlfriend as well. By that time I was a bit high. Apparently I hugged everyone. Then I drank Sonja's Tequila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Shanty and I drank straight from poor Anubhav's Tequila bottle. I think I must've chugged down atleast 150 ml in one gulp. That pretty much sealed my fate for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed again to Cafe Iguana. I was pretty drunk by then but I'm told that I had even more drinks in Iguana! I have absolutely no recollection of that. I also tried my best to set up Agastya and Sabrina (Agas is in India btw :P). You can thank me later man :D! That's about all I remember. Next thing I know...I'm puking my guts out into the Singapore river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that leaves a lot of unanswered questions. I shall cover those in the following FAQ/Random statistics/Lessons learnt section:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;What happened next in Iguana?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...last thing I remember was trying to matchmake Sabrina and Agas. I also vaguely remember stumbling and somehow reaching the toilet to take a pee. Then I was at the toilet for a second time with Shanty, who was trying to get me to puke. I apparently greeted a lot of people on their way to the toilet and wished everyone a Happy New Year :P (how thoughtful of me)! After that, I came back to the table and somehow in my inebriated state dodged a few personal questions...lol. At one point, I am told that I suddenly stood up and shouted, "I AM CUPID!!!!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I think I ended up puking in the river. Shortly followed by Eric who also puked into the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Any more drunken escapades?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course! Here is a list I've compiled so far (not from my memory but from what other people told me):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hugging everyone on the bridge when I met them.&lt;br /&gt;2. Normal shouting and dancing.&lt;br /&gt;3. Matchmaking&lt;br /&gt;4. Shouting in Iguana, "I AM CUPID!!"&lt;br /&gt;5. Random conversations with the waiter who was serving us.&lt;br /&gt;6. Random conversations with people on the way when I went to pee.&lt;br /&gt;7. Greeting everyone at the toilet for a second time and wishing them a Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;8. Drunken blabbering at the table.&lt;br /&gt;9. Personal confessions which people aren't telling me about and I can't remember myself.&lt;br /&gt;10. Puking into the Singapore river.&lt;br /&gt;11. Sleeping on the roadside.&lt;br /&gt;12. Almost being carried away by 2 strange guys who were stopped by Eric/Shanty...dunno which one of them...but thank God for that!&lt;br /&gt;13. Mumbling nonsense and making weird sounds when I was lying stoned on the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;14. I clearly remember Shanty saying "This is going in my blog", and me saying, "Please be kind!" :P&lt;br /&gt;15. Eric and I having drunken conversations on God only knows what!&lt;br /&gt;16. Being escorted or rather carried to the cab back home.&lt;br /&gt;17. Me initially being handed an empty burger wrapper from 7-11 to puke in...WTF! &lt;br /&gt;18. Me declaring aloud the cab number to make a point. What point? And why? No clue.&lt;br /&gt;19. Opening the cab window to puke but instead enjoying the fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;20. Shouting my address aloud and accurately despite being fucking stoned!&lt;br /&gt;21. Getting off the cab at Eunos at 5:30 am and declaring to Praneeth, " This is me! And this is plastic bag from 7-11 for me to puke in :D!!!" I totally forgot this one, Praneeth told me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I remember any more incidents I'll add them here :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;What happened to Mr. Praneeth Namburi just before 2008 ended in Singapore?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can recall, Mr. Namburi had decided not to join me and Shanty to go to 7-11 to get the beers just before midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't want to spend the start of 2009 in a 7-11. Big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;What happened was, Mr. Namburi decided to stay back and just before the countdown, he went towards the center of Clarke Quay area to get a closer look at the stage. He left an SMS for us, but what Praneeth did not realize (since he has never been out on NYE to Clarke Quay) was a very basic fact that all phone lines get jammed on NYE at around that time. So his SMS never reached us...when we reached the corner Praneeth wasn't there and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he searched all over for us and ended up going home alone in the MRT. Sorry for the sucky New Year's experience man. We'll make up for it in the coming weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and also...while we were away, Praneeth was approached by a few hot drunk girls, one super hot Indian girl, one hot half European half Chinese girl with an American accent, one very beautiful Singaporean girl and an average looking girl to take a photo of them. As Praneeth describes them, they were totally high, totally hugging each other and they kept on shouting "woooooh....." like a bunch of drunk sorority chicks. Praneeth, like a good boy, took their photo, returned their camera and didn't do anything more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opportunity wasted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;My drink tally for the night (in chronological order with fuzziness in the end):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 2 bottles of Sol beer&lt;br /&gt;2. 2 shots of Whiskey&lt;br /&gt;3. 1 shot of Malibu Rum&lt;br /&gt;4. 5 shots of Tequila&lt;br /&gt;5. One glass of Tequila + sprite from Sonja&lt;br /&gt;6. Around 150 ml of Tequila (if not more) straight from the bottle in a gulp (like 5 shots I think?)&lt;br /&gt;7. A few more shots of Tequila at Iguana (no recollection)&lt;br /&gt;8. 3-4 glasses of Margaritas at Iguana (no recollection)&lt;br /&gt;9. Electrol powder (oh wait...that was the morning after :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanty obviously had a lot more and only got tipsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Did you see any more fucked up or interesting things?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why else would this section even be here otherwise :P&lt;br /&gt;1. Drunk Indian people dancing near the bridge. Gaaahhhh! Really disturbing sight!&lt;br /&gt;2. While Shanty and I were in the queue for Arena we saw a pretty large woman totally sucking a poor guy's face like there was no tomorrow. The guy tried to evade the licking and sucking (there is no way in hell that something like that can be called kissing) by trying to talk on his phone. But the woman just pulled the guy back towards her and sucked some more. Ewww.&lt;br /&gt;3. Weird Indians doing a weird dance near the center stage!&lt;br /&gt;4. Interestingly enough...in ALL that crowd, we ran into Malla, Gupta and Aman before the New Year countdown! Haha...nice surprise. Malla was drunk already! That really made me wanna go and find some drinks...fast!!&lt;br /&gt;5. Hot Heineken girls near the Heineken clock that was counting down and stopped 3 minutes before it reached midnight, resulting in a lot of booing from the crowd :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lessons learnt :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never overestimate your drinking capacity.&lt;br /&gt;2. Always have friends nearby who don't get drunk at all unless they have insanely high amounts of alcohol. a.k.a Shanty Poo! Dude thanks a lot man! You saved my ass big time! And Eric too! Literally in one case :P&lt;br /&gt;3. Also, have friends around who didn't drink as much as you did. Thank you Sonja!&lt;br /&gt;4. If you don't wanna end up talking about your personal life...don't get drunk!&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't wear good clothes if you plan on getting high. Fortunately I donated all my puke into the river and onto the sidewalk. My clothes can thank me later. But better be safe than sorry next time 'round.&lt;br /&gt;6. I AM CUPID!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;7. Puke everything out in one go. Don't leave anything for later.&lt;br /&gt;8. Always comment about the cab driver's license plate. There's an important lesson to be learnt here kids. If only I can remember what.&lt;br /&gt;9. Stale pizza on the next day doesn't cure your hangover.&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't even &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; about alcohol the morning after. It'll just make you wanna puke.&lt;br /&gt;11. And most importantly...if 4 hot drunk girls with no boyfriends around ask you to take their photo on New Year's Eve, do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it. The night ended at 5:30 am with me being dropped off at Eunos and carried by Praneeth back to my room and me crashing within a few seconds. Shanty went cross country after that and dropped off Sonja at Yishun, Eric at Redhill and then himself at NTU. He managed to round up in cab fare an amount that is mostly unheard of in Singapore ... &lt;b&gt;S$76&lt;/b&gt;. And that too after some bargaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how my New Year's Eve celebration went. Poo emerged as the guardian angel, I emerged as cupid, Sonja emerged with embarrassing photos on Facebook and Eric the great mysteriously holding back certain information for some unknown reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SV32r444lfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/vbnxPWwp04I/s1600-h/Shanty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SV32r444lfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/vbnxPWwp04I/s320/Shanty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286652771468613106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Protector of the drunk. Sutta Knight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure Shanty's version will add some more masala to the events that occurred on that night. Don't believe everything he blogs!!!! Haha, just kidding :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that I'll end my first entry in 2009 and quite possibly the longest one in my blog ever! Hopefully 2009 too will be as epic as New Year's Eve was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are from Sonja's Facebook album:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SV3yBmSfWCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hEBOX3Xrn_c/s1600-h/Eric+and+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SV3yBmSfWCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hEBOX3Xrn_c/s400/Eric+and+Me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286647646874720290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eric and me after puking. My head was stuck between the stone slabs for God knows how long&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SV3yBCFkgTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/EP72saITJg8/s1600-h/Cupid+Das.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SV3yBCFkgTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/EP72saITJg8/s400/Cupid+Das.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286647637156856114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;My alter ego&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-1853602711148208916?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1853602711148208916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=1853602711148208916&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/1853602711148208916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/1853602711148208916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-year-new.html' title='HAPPY YEAR NEW!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SV32r444lfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/vbnxPWwp04I/s72-c/Shanty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-7886156580205733796</id><published>2008-12-31T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:02:20.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>Goodbye 2008 and Good Riddance</title><content type='html'>Well, this fucked up year is finally coming to an end! And about time too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-7886156580205733796?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7886156580205733796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=7886156580205733796&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/7886156580205733796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/7886156580205733796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye-2008-and-good-riddance.html' title='Goodbye 2008 and Good Riddance'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-1697646988747499641</id><published>2008-12-30T19:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:01:18.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Emotional Attyachaar</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Tauba tera jalwa...tauba tera pyaar&lt;br /&gt;Tera emotional attyachaar"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the prize for best fucking album of 2008...oops I mean 2009...goes to &lt;b&gt;Dev D&lt;/b&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally loving each and every brilliant and carefully crafted song in this MIND BLASTING album!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised if Emotional Atyachar becomes the anthem of angsty Indian teens in 2009 baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More inspirational lyrics from the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Bol bol why did you ditch me?&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi bhi le le yaar kill me...&lt;br /&gt;Bol bol why did you ditch me whore?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waah! True poetry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, check out my Dev D pseudo review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/dev-d-pseudo-review.html"&gt;http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/dev-d-pseudo-review.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-1697646988747499641?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1697646988747499641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=1697646988747499641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/1697646988747499641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/1697646988747499641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/emotional-attyachaar.html' title='Emotional Attyachaar'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-5869904236832627121</id><published>2008-12-29T09:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:14:28.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>Fuck you very much Universe</title><content type='html'>Couldn't sleep all night.&lt;br /&gt;Was too hot inside. If I turned the aircon on, it would be too cold.&lt;br /&gt;Plus there was sweat and fever.&lt;br /&gt;If only it could've rained...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for doctor's at 9.&lt;br /&gt;Started raining then.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you very much for the fresh dose of irony, Universe. I know you hate me. I hate you too.&lt;br /&gt;Reached the clinic to find this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Closed from 24th to 31st&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry fucking Christmas indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Makes perfect cosmic sense that this bitch of a year should end like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am back in my house now. &lt;br /&gt;Slightly wet. &lt;br /&gt;Feeling super fucked.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna try some self medication with some &lt;b&gt;Actifed, Magadol&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Cetirizine&lt;/b&gt; tablets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I die of overdose or something, then I wanna leave all my earthly possessions to my family and my Nike Free shoes to Lucky (something to chew on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 3 pm now. I woke up after one of the best naps I've had in the entire year probably. The meds seem to have worked, not only has my cold subsided considerably, but I feel really at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may have died :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a very very weird dream while asleep. I remember that it started off with something to do with a train journey. Then I was in some kind of factory on some sort of a mission. After a while I was playing catch-um-catch with Patil with a tin foil wrapped into a ball. After that, we were playing cricket with some paper ball in front of a small size company. I think we owned it or something. After that, Prachi,Patil,Agastya,my sister and I got into one huge ass SUV and were driving through Australia to watch a movie. Prachi was driving and kept running over fences and we just kept laughing our asses off. Then I actually woke up inside my dream. Some people from Invensys had come to visit me. I told them that I had a fever and they let me rest. Apparently I had blogged about the whole Australian fence homicide experience on this blog and all of us were having a good laugh over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up. For real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a weird dream. And the funny thing was that it was a really happy dream for some reason. It left me with a nice and peaceful feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suspecting that the meds I took have gone past their expiry date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lets see if I can go to sleep again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-5869904236832627121?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5869904236832627121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=5869904236832627121&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/5869904236832627121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/5869904236832627121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/fuck-you-very-much-universe.html' title='Fuck you very much Universe'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-4859143948027480310</id><published>2008-12-29T01:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:55:24.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>Fever</title><content type='html'>I think I have a fever. &lt;br /&gt;I'm literally shaking as I type this. &lt;br /&gt;Can't fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Keep listening to my sleep playlist.&lt;br /&gt;Keep thinking about things. &lt;br /&gt;Wish I could just shut my brain down.&lt;br /&gt;For just an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could go back in time.&lt;br /&gt;And stay there.&lt;br /&gt;When things were perfect.&lt;br /&gt;When I felt...complete.&lt;br /&gt;Or even further back.&lt;br /&gt;When things were simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish my hands would stop shaking.&lt;br /&gt;Can't type without backspacing a 1000 times.&lt;br /&gt;Wish it would just rain.&lt;br /&gt;So that I could listen to its pitter-patter as I drift off.&lt;br /&gt;And stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Or feeling.&lt;br /&gt;And let the rain melt everything away.&lt;br /&gt;Into nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, maybe its the fever talking.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And not think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-4859143948027480310?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4859143948027480310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=4859143948027480310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/4859143948027480310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/4859143948027480310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think-i-have-fever.html' title='Fever'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-2414889296583477481</id><published>2008-12-27T21:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:01:33.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Goddamn Code... *sniff*</title><content type='html'>Spent the entire day in bed thanks to a stupid cold. It seems to be severe. Hope I'm ok by NYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a whole lotta movies and anime. Here's a super mini review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Texhnolyze:&lt;/b&gt; Absolute mind fuck of an anime series. Very dark, very weird, very hard to grasp onto the plot until the last few episodes, really fucked up ending (ala Evangelion). Beautiful artwork and animation though. Reminded me a LOT of Ghost in The Shell : Innocence. &lt;b&gt;3.5/5 stars&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Slumdog Millionaire:&lt;/b&gt; Fucking brilliant music from Rahman. Awesome cinematography. Very random and 'too liberal' usage of English by slum kids. Plot was too over-the-top for me. One thing I fail to understand is that directors take the whole concept of "India being a magical place where anything can happen" too liberally and then put whatever the fuck they want into the plot thinking that they can get away with it. Don't get me wrong...it works...for novels like &lt;b&gt;Midnight's Children&lt;/b&gt; it works perfectly. But for Slumdog Millionaire, it fell flat on its face at many instances. But anyway...the movie had many memorable and beautiful moments...so I must give due credit for that. &lt;b&gt;3/5 stars&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Wonderful Days:&lt;/b&gt; Beautiful Korean anime movie blending some really gorgeous 3D visuals with equally gorgeous animesque 2D animation. However, as I had expected, the movie suffered from weak-plot syndrome. Full of clichés and a forgettable storyline, the saving grace for this film might've been the animation alone. &lt;b&gt;2.5/5 stars&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Oye Lucky,Lucky Oye:&lt;/b&gt; And the award for most misleading name for a movie that's actually good goes to...Oye Lucky, Lucky Oye!! Much like &lt;b&gt;Khosla ka Ghosla&lt;/b&gt;, OLLO is a superb and hilarious movie. Although there're many serious and somewhat dark moments, OLLO does not fail to make you laugh in many of its scenes. What's even better is the music!! Now I'm a strong disapprover of Indian rap...but OLLO has some friggin amazing Punjabi/Hindi rap in its super upbeat tracks. The music really carries this film forward effortlessly. Couple that with some decent acting and genuinely funny comedy and you have the recipe for a great film. What was missing though was a stronger plot. &lt;b&gt;4/5 stars&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to brilliance of the song &lt;b&gt;Superchor&lt;/b&gt; from OLLO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XLDto1z_C10&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XLDto1z_C10&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. My Saturday in bed, in a nutshell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-2414889296583477481?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2414889296583477481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=2414889296583477481&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/2414889296583477481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/2414889296583477481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/goddamn-code-sniff.html' title='Goddamn Code... *sniff*'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-7848403731227506087</id><published>2008-12-27T02:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T02:59:21.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><title type='text'>Goateeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SVUoK2LQF-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/ney5djTRnzs/s1600-h/Photo+57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SVUoK2LQF-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/ney5djTRnzs/s400/Photo+57.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284173904595654626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SVUoKW-pP5I/AAAAAAAAAGU/p1w3Xt7zdrM/s1600-h/Photo+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SVUoKW-pP5I/AAAAAAAAAGU/p1w3Xt7zdrM/s400/Photo+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284173896221278098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've offcially lost my marbles. I blame it on &lt;b&gt;Texhnolyze&lt;/b&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the goatee is making me look a bit like Gendo Ikari from Evangelion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SVUpXxAfv3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/AIJaAK4wNKI/s1600-h/Gendo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SVUpXxAfv3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/AIJaAK4wNKI/s320/Gendo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284175226058293106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yeah, pretty random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-7848403731227506087?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7848403731227506087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=7848403731227506087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/7848403731227506087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/7848403731227506087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/goateeeeeeee.html' title='Goateeeeeeee'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SVUoK2LQF-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/ney5djTRnzs/s72-c/Photo+57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-7610115056764334366</id><published>2008-12-26T12:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:52:02.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Christmas Day on Orchard</title><content type='html'>Man...what a super slow Christmas it was. Woke up late and wasted the entire day on Facebook. I need to cut down!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at night took Praneeth to Orchard Road, because he had never gone out on Christmas in Singapore ever! While we were leaving, we saw that someone had left muffins for us on our apartment's doorstep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHRISTMAS MIRACLE !!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could've posted photos...but the muffins disappeared in a matter of seconds :P. Orchard road was pretty crowded, though I suppose yesterday the crowd must've been bigger. To my great disappointment, there was not a single Snow Can to be found anywhere! The streets were just full of people and floats (which btw, Praneeth thought had huge balloons under them instead of wheels...something like bouncy castles...lol!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I found 2 things that made me happy:&lt;br /&gt;1. Food @ NYDC&lt;br /&gt;2. Christmas cap with lights!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPIC WIN ON THE CAP!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos from the evening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SVRfyCJro9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/_Lf997bflNU/s1600-h/Praneeth+Christmas+Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SVRfyCJro9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/_Lf997bflNU/s400/Praneeth+Christmas+Tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283953575988011986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Praneeth and Christmas tree&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SVRhHD--ADI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MH9D890hPVk/s1600-h/Ranajay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SVRhHD--ADI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MH9D890hPVk/s400/Ranajay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283955036768829490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Coke Pyramid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SVRhHHOZPcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/uzVUKEsfX0Y/s1600-h/Praneeth+Namburi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SVRhHHOZPcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/uzVUKEsfX0Y/s400/Praneeth+Namburi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283955037638835650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oooohh...shiney!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SVRhHd365VI/AAAAAAAAAGE/C55HeS3GzHc/s1600-h/Ranajay+Das.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SVRhHd365VI/AAAAAAAAAGE/C55HeS3GzHc/s400/Ranajay+Das.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283955043718587730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where's my FOOD??!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SVRhHV3h8TI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QyYjCT2qSt0/s1600-h/Merry+Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SVRhHV3h8TI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QyYjCT2qSt0/s400/Merry+Christmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283955041569468722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Merry Christmas :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back and watched Memento. During the movie I literally said out loud, "Fuck... this movie is good!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end here with a quote from Memento -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"How am I supposed to heal, if I can't feel time?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-7610115056764334366?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7610115056764334366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=7610115056764334366&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/7610115056764334366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/7610115056764334366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-day-on-orchard.html' title='Christmas Day on Orchard'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SVRfyCJro9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/_Lf997bflNU/s72-c/Praneeth+Christmas+Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-2215789712849467701</id><published>2008-12-25T05:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:31:51.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Ghajini Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SVKoPcG9w0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/EyZPFxXuqdo/s1600-h/Ghajini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SVKoPcG9w0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/EyZPFxXuqdo/s400/Ghajini.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283470296055923522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, straight off the bat...if you loved &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0209144/"&gt;Memento&lt;/a&gt;, then you'll probably hate Ghajini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memento was a complex movie with a brilliant storyline, amazing acting, very stylish editing and an excellent twist. The very fact that the movie was told in bits and pieces, confuses you and puts you exactly in the shoes of its protagonist who suffers from short-term memory loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Ghajini, you can throw all of that out of the window. What you instead have is a typical Hindi movie with a paper thin plot, numerous plot holes, terrible supporting cast, but some decent acting from Aamir Khan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may know, the story revolves around the character of Aamir Khan, who suffers from short-term memory loss and is trying to figure out who murdered his girlfriend by leaving himself clues, in the form of polaroid photos and tattoos on his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie starts out terribly with minimal explanation about Aamir's condition and jumping straight into the action. Things do get better in the middle when we dwell upon Aamir's past, which has some genuinely funny moments along with numerous corny filmy moments as well (well...its a Hindi movie, so we must learn to get over these things).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would bring us to the lead actress in this movie...Asin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SVKrmE7ZppI/AAAAAAAAAEc/16PP3SWTIg4/s1600-h/asin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SVKrmE7ZppI/AAAAAAAAAEc/16PP3SWTIg4/s320/asin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283473983505278610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's super hot, super cute...maybe a tad irritating at times and maybe not the best actress in the world...but who gives a flying rat's ass?! She's probably the sole reason why I even decided to sit it out through this torturous film!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After her part was over, it pretty much boiled down to more terrible acting from the supporting cast, more excessively stupid-and-trying-to-be-cool editing, further evidence that the plot was really crappy, repetitive background score and song and dance routines at akward moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong...the songs in Ghajini are good (maybe not Rahman's best work), but the sound and music otherwise sucks. It really gets on your nerves after a few hundred iterations. Even more irritating is probably the constant swooshing sound that you hear everytime the bastards at editing tried to add funky jump cuts into every single scene of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for the ending? Disappointing...predictable...crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to sum up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Good:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;● Good acting by Aamir Khan (though he did overact in a couple of scenes...but that's forgiveable because he's Aamir after all).&lt;br /&gt;● The super hot Asin.&lt;br /&gt;● A few good songs.&lt;br /&gt;● Some truly funny moments (like an auto-rickshaw scene where the driver hits a woman on the road. Classic :D!).&lt;br /&gt;● Some pretty good action sequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Bad:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;● Terrible acting by the rest of the cast. Especially the villain with his laughable dialogues (which were meant to be serious).&lt;br /&gt;● Jia Khan (please just stick to skin baring roles or any role where you're mute).&lt;br /&gt;● Paper thin plot.&lt;br /&gt;● Numerous plot holes to add on to the paper thin plot (sometimes it seemed like Aamir had a 2 hour memory instead of the 15 minute memory that was initially stated).&lt;br /&gt;● Super irritating editing.&lt;br /&gt;● Crappy background music.&lt;br /&gt;● Akward moments for some of the good songs.&lt;br /&gt;● Stupid vanilla ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're planning to watch this movie, make sure you haven't watched Memento already. If you &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; watched Memento and found it too confusing...then good for you, you'll probably not mind Ghajini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me...I need to watch Memento right away to erase this movie from &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; memory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit :&lt;/b&gt; I think I may have been a bit hard on Asin. She's not &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; eye-candy in this movie. I loved her acting in many of the scenes, especially the death scene which (barring the dialogues) was very well done. That's all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-2215789712849467701?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2215789712849467701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=2215789712849467701&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/2215789712849467701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/2215789712849467701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/ghajini-review.html' title='Ghajini Review'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SVKoPcG9w0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/EyZPFxXuqdo/s72-c/Ghajini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-5554483724842678209</id><published>2008-12-24T21:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T19:28:30.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas XD</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas everybody!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from watching Ghajini. You can read my review of the movie here : &lt;a href="http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/ghajini-review.html"&gt;Ghajini Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun day today. Had half-day at office. Everyone was in a really jolly mood because we have holidays till the New Year...yay :D!! Here's a photo of my LEAP team btw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://monkey86.googlepages.com/Foxboro_LEAP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 401px;" src="http://monkey86.googlepages.com/Foxboro_LEAP.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little control engineering humour there. Doesn't matter if you don't get it :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on we headed for lunch at Botak Jones. Had my usual double Botak burger meal. Mmmmmmm.....that burger is heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SVKjmQzXxVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FbTnNNPePNQ/s1600-h/doublebotak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SVKjmQzXxVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FbTnNNPePNQ/s320/doublebotak.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283465190599804242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so big and filling that none of my other LEAP mates could finish it (except for yours truly). Bonus points for trying Chris...lol! Damn...was so filling that I skipped dinner altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back home to a terrified Praneeth who had called and SMSed me at work that he had lost his employment pass! Here're some of his SMSes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Dude, i need to go to police station to file a report that i have lost my employment pass!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"And i may not get my pr also because of this shit."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon a minor investigation, we realized that Praneeth the great thought that he was supposed to have 2 green cards, when in reality there's only supposed to be one employment pass green card...which he already had! And to think that he would've actually filed a police report...lol!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Praneeth btw on his birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SVNuROf113I/AAAAAAAAAEk/J-IoPRcejVk/s1600-h/Praneeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SVNuROf113I/AAAAAAAAAEk/J-IoPRcejVk/s400/Praneeth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283688030064203634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I was so tired and sleepy from the heavy lunch that I slept for a few hours. Woke up at night and went to join Shanty, Avi, Deepak and Suchit Da to watch Ghajini. Before that we goofed around for a while and totally laughed our asses off at Suchit's super r***** (edited in the interest of keeping Suchit in Singapore) points of view on Singapore (Disclaimer: other parties around were in no way involved in his thought making process)! I think Deepak will probably elaborate in more detail later on inside his &lt;a href="http://mtheorydotstring.wordpress.com/"&gt;BLOG&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back shortly after the movie (which ended at 4 a.m. !!!!). Still, I'm not sleepy now. I think I need to watch Memento to shake off the memory of Ghajini from my mind...brrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on another disappointing note...there was no drinking!!! What is going on this Christmas??!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-5554483724842678209?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5554483724842678209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=5554483724842678209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/5554483724842678209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/5554483724842678209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-xd.html' title='Merry Christmas XD'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SVKjmQzXxVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FbTnNNPePNQ/s72-c/doublebotak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-5994243645455195196</id><published>2008-12-21T16:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T02:23:00.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoko Kanno'/><title type='text'>Isaac Newton is in Gaea</title><content type='html'>Enjoying each and every episode of Escaflowne. I've been wanting to watch this series for a very long time and I'm glad that I'm finally taking out the time to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SU3_RPoVZZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/B2ET_Wgq6Y0/s1600-h/escaflowne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SU3_RPoVZZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/B2ET_Wgq6Y0/s320/escaflowne.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282158609694025106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great anime with some really great music, thanks to &lt;b&gt;Yoko Kanno&lt;/b&gt; ofcourse. I wonder how many times I've mentioned her in this blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Escaflowne is a refreshing change from the more depressing animes I've watched in recent times, like &lt;b&gt;Blue Gender&lt;/b&gt;. If you like fantasy based series or movies (ala Lord of the Rings), then you'll certainly fall in love with Escaflowne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about the post title...well you need to watch Escaflowne :P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-5994243645455195196?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5994243645455195196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=5994243645455195196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/5994243645455195196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/5994243645455195196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/isaac-newton-is-in-gaea.html' title='Isaac Newton is in Gaea'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SU3_RPoVZZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/B2ET_Wgq6Y0/s72-c/escaflowne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-5326784384918608892</id><published>2008-12-21T14:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:23:22.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Another night of drinking</title><content type='html'>Just woke up. Praneeth is not here...probably gone to perform more experiments on human subjects. I'm not kidding. He works for Cognitive Neuroscience Lab (I think) and constantly refers to human beings as "subjects"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Pari is back in India too...so have the apartment to myself. Must search for food in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was fun. Went bowling with Shanty and Pratap. After a shameful performance at the alley, we headed to Durty Nelly's for a few drinks. Pratap left early, so after a lot of careful consideration and analysis (which lasted for 2 seconds), Shanty and I decided to go all out on the drinking :P. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a lot of fun catching up. That bastard Shatnty has a photographic memory!! Heck, even I can't remember perfectly the timeline of things in my life and somehow he did...in vivid detail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this Shanty...drink less (so that there's more for me) and stop remembering every single little detail of events that could get me screwed big time (and you too! For ex: what colour shirt Metallica was wearing 3 years back on Christmas...lol)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...time to search for food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-5326784384918608892?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5326784384918608892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=5326784384918608892&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/5326784384918608892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/5326784384918608892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-night-of-drinking.html' title='Another night of drinking'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-8044281761300728221</id><published>2008-12-20T03:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T15:12:51.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Stupidly high threshold for alcohol</title><content type='html'>This post is to rant about the stupid new higher than normal threshold I've developed for alcohol, much to my discontent. Gone are the XXXMas days of 2005 when I would get high on a few shots of Vodka (and basically end up saving a lot of money!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's alcohol count for me goes something like this (in chronological order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 3x glasses of champagne @ work (My MD quit today :(. Part of his farewell party)&lt;br /&gt;2. 1x Rum n Coke @ Crazy Elephant&lt;br /&gt;3. 2x Absinthe shots @ Crazy Elephant (didn't even know absinthe came in the form of shots)&lt;br /&gt;4. 1x Tequila shot @ Crazy Elephant.&lt;br /&gt;5. 1x Vodka + Red Bull @ Zirca&lt;br /&gt;6. 1x Mixture of JD,Vodka and some other drinks @ Zirca (everyone pouring their drinks into one glass routine)&lt;br /&gt;7. 3-4 x Random drinks at Zirca while dancing (and by dancing I mean making an ass of myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slight buzz while I'm typing this out at home. How much do I have to fucking spend to get high dammit??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...apart from that was a fairly fun night. Met up with old EEE mates again including Eric and SK this time :D. Been so long since we last met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off at &lt;b&gt;Crazy Elephant&lt;/b&gt;, which is a so-so pub. Has a band which plays really cool music. Well...to be honest, they are damn skilled...but the songs they played weren't all that great. In the end they didn't even sabo Deepak despite his birthday...and 2 fucking hand written requests from me. Pretty uptight band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we went to &lt;b&gt;Hooters&lt;/b&gt; shortly to celebrate Deepak's b'day. After that, headed to &lt;b&gt;Zirca&lt;/b&gt; for some clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Zirca is a new club in the place of MOS. I was a bit disappointed with the small size of Zirca, but quite happy to see some of the performances there, which included something akin of a striptease, some water splishy splashy dancing and some good ole fashioned skimpy clothed cage dancing etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SUv--Am2nZI/AAAAAAAAADk/RiodHwPb5Eo/s1600-h/Img(314).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SUv--Am2nZI/AAAAAAAAADk/RiodHwPb5Eo/s320/Img(314).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281595329290345874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SUv_LAbY_2I/AAAAAAAAADs/DK1Vp_0GqBo/s1600-h/Img(316).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SUv_LAbY_2I/AAAAAAAAADs/DK1Vp_0GqBo/s320/Img(316).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281595552580566882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately my stupid piece of shit phone can't take decent photographs even if its life depended on it. If it could, then you would've noticed the silver pasties on the dancer's nipples in the second shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...SK set the dance floor on fire with his energetic dancing and funky moves. On the other hand, the entire dancing experience for me was nothing short of a nightmare! I can't dance for peanuts, no matter how hard I try. I have no skills, no moves and zero coordination. I really really need to get some dance classes if I am to show my dancing in public ever again. Anyway...I still tried to put my best foot forward and I hope that I didn't scare too many girls with my convulsion inducing dance moves :P. I think Sonja, Wan Cheng and Vivian will have some really disturbing mental images of watching me dance for a few days to come. Maybe not Vivian...who was too busy sucking on her boyfriend's face...which for me was a bit...erm...ewwww. I've never really been a fan of PDA. But anyway...as I always say...who gives a flying rats ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zirca is ok...not that bad (thanks to the hot dancers)...but not great either. Overall, was good fun...maybe not the best outing, but fun nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what...my buzz has worn off already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-8044281761300728221?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8044281761300728221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=8044281761300728221&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/8044281761300728221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/8044281761300728221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/stupidly-high-threshold-for-alcohol.html' title='Stupidly high threshold for alcohol'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SUv--Am2nZI/AAAAAAAAADk/RiodHwPb5Eo/s72-c/Img(314).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-1225108036158731020</id><published>2008-12-18T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:13:08.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>What a Glorious Day!</title><content type='html'>Christmas came early this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-1225108036158731020?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1225108036158731020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=1225108036158731020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/1225108036158731020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/1225108036158731020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-glorious-day.html' title='What a Glorious Day!'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-6121866474603714771</id><published>2008-12-17T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:43:43.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Reminiscing</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad I didn't delete this blog. Was going through some of my earlier posts and I realized that I've written so much crazy stuff over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remembered how I was sitting in Can 14 three years ago (around New Year's) when W*** came and sat next to me and we were just chatting when some random dude with coloured hair came along and totally sidetracked me...which of course sent me running to JP to get my hair coloured as well (well not literally running)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also remember how Agas and I wanted my hair to have silver strokes...LMAO!!! But I ended up getting copper brown highlights :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should colour my hair again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and today just happens to be this blog's 4th birthday. Big coincidence :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-6121866474603714771?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6121866474603714771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=6121866474603714771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/6121866474603714771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/6121866474603714771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-8412631716618741719</id><published>2008-12-17T13:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T02:23:00.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoko Kanno'/><title type='text'>A Slow Weekend</title><content type='html'>Was a slowish weekend. Went bowling with Pari, and later on to a pub called &lt;b&gt;Durty Nelly's&lt;/b&gt;. Nice little pub with nice ambiance and some really kickass cider! My problem with pubs is that I don't really like drinking beer, so I end up having lots of expensive drinks. But cider is so fucking awesome! Its really tasty and one pint is only 14$. Its my drink of choice from now on :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.durtynellys.com.sg/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...something worth mentioning...Pari's bowling has improved! He scored above 100 in 2 consecutive games. And he even got one mind boggling, eye popping, un-fucking-believable spare! It was basically a split between 2 alternate pins and he somehow managed to get the bowling ball to go BETWEEN the 2 pins and knock them down. For a second we both thought that the ball would go between the 2 pins without touching them...but it just managed to go EXACTLY between them and hit them along the way! Too bad Cathay's bowling alley sucks coz it never really registered the spare...LOL!!!!! But I've never seen a spare like that...hehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that I spent the rest of the weekend watching Earth Girl Arjuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because it has Yoko Kanno's amazing music! I've been listening to its tracks on my iPod ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WulK9eYdq8s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WulK9eYdq8s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm convinced that I need to start learning Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that I can move to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And become a farmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And grow organic vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And weed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And be Genki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banzaaaii!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-8412631716618741719?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8412631716618741719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=8412631716618741719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/8412631716618741719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/8412631716618741719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/slow-weekend.html' title='A Slow Weekend'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-5238812472377122167</id><published>2008-12-13T00:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T02:23:00.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoko Kanno'/><title type='text'>5 Songs: Part II</title><content type='html'>Around 2 years ago, I posted an interesting entry in my blog. It was called &lt;a href="http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2006/04/5-songs.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 Songs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd give that a shot again. There are &lt;b&gt;numerous&lt;/b&gt; things that have changed in my life over the past 2 years...for better and for worse, blah blah...but has my taste in music changed? So without further ado,I give to you...&lt;b&gt;5 Songs: Part II.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 Songs :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table style="border-collapse: collapse; width: 424pt;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="565"&gt;&lt;col style="width: 198pt;" width="264"&gt;  &lt;col style="width: 226pt;" width="301"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="height: 15.75pt; width: 198pt; font-weight: bold;" width="264" height="21"&gt;…I’d   like to wake up to&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl69" style="width: 226pt; font-weight: bold;" width="301"&gt;…before I go to sleep&lt;span class="font5"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl70"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl67" style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;Walk On – U2&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl71"&gt;Obokuri eemui – Ikue Asazaki&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;&lt;s&gt;High Above The Clouds –   Meister&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl71"&gt;Pride – Jin Roh OST&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl67" style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;Here Comes The Sun - The   Beatles&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl72"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Pachelbel canon – George Winston&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl67" style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;Yellow – Coldplay&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl72"&gt;&lt;s&gt;CBB piano solo – Yoko Kanno&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Iris – Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl72"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Is it real? – Yoko Kanno&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl67" style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;Coming Back to Life - Pink   Floyd&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl71"&gt;Naked As We Come - Iron And Wine&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl67" style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;Yu Hi Chala Chal – Swades&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl71"&gt;Serenade - Emilliana Torrini&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl71"&gt;Mere Paas Aao - Amitabh Bachchan&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="height: 15.75pt; font-weight: bold;" height="21"&gt;…when I'm drunk&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="font-weight: bold;" class="xl69"&gt;…when I’m excited (after &lt;span class="font7"&gt;&lt;s&gt;exams&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="font6"&gt; work ;) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl70"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl67" style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;In The Waiting Line - Zero 7&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl72"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Die,die my darling – Metallica&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl67" style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;Let Go - Frou Frou&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl71"&gt;Walk On - U2&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl67" style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;Coming Back to Life - Pink   Floyd&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl71"&gt;Kholo Kholo - Taare Zameen Par&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl67" style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;Kholo Kholo - Taare Zameen   Par&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl72"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Not a word – Yoko Kanno&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl67" style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;Breathe Me - Sia&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl72"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Pushing the sky – Yoko Kanno&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl71"&gt;Feel Good Inc – Gorillaz&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl72"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Rise – Yoko Kanno&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl71"&gt;Immigrant Song - Led Zepplin&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl71"&gt;The Pretender - Foo Fighters&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="height: 15.75pt; font-weight: bold;" height="21"&gt;...when I’m depressed&lt;span class="font5"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="font-weight: bold;" class="xl69"&gt;…when I wanna &lt;span class="font7"&gt;&lt;s&gt;study&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="font6"&gt; concentrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl70"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl67" style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;Is it real? – Yoko Kanno&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl71"&gt;Orange sky – Alexi Murdoch&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl67" style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;Heaven's not enough – Yoko   Kanno&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl71"&gt;Let go – Frou Frou&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;&lt;s&gt;No reply – Yoko Kanno&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl71"&gt;New slang – The Shins&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Gravity – Yoko Kanno&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl71"&gt;Theme song - Jin Roh OST&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl67" style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;Everybody's Gotta Learn   Sometime - Beck&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl71"&gt;Spirited Away OST - Joe Hisaishi&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Arms of the angel – Sarah   McLachlan&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl72"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Pachelbel canon – George Winston&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl67" style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;Fix You - Coldplay&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl67" style="height: 15.75pt;" height="21"&gt;In My Life - Judy Collins&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-5238812472377122167?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5238812472377122167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=5238812472377122167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/5238812472377122167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/5238812472377122167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/5-songs-part-ii.html' title='5 Songs: Part II'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-8196010874303230382</id><published>2008-12-09T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:25:41.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><title type='text'>Bros before hoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y_GgARlPcYk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y_GgARlPcYk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of the great Michael Scott:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Bros before hoes. Why? Because your bros are always there for you. They got your back after your ho rips your heart out for no good reason. And you were nothing but great to your ho, and you told her that she was the only ho for you. And that she was better than all the other hoes in the world. And then suddenly...she's not yo' ho no mo'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-8196010874303230382?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8196010874303230382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=8196010874303230382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/8196010874303230382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/8196010874303230382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/bros-before-hoes.html' title='Bros before hoes'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-9182359989052260161</id><published>2008-12-09T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:10:18.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><title type='text'>Is this blog NC-17??</title><content type='html'>WTF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/blog_rating"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none;" src="http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/rated_nc-17.jpg" alt="OnePlusYou Quizzes and Widgets" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Created by OnePlusYou - &lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com"&gt;Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-9182359989052260161?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/9182359989052260161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=9182359989052260161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/9182359989052260161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/9182359989052260161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-this-blog-nc-17.html' title='Is this blog NC-17??'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-7705650681492590609</id><published>2008-12-08T17:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:40:55.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>A Good Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well, first off...today is a Monday. Its a holiday. So I'm enjoying a 3 day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of all, I was a little buzzed in the morning from last night, it had been raining and its absolutely gorgeous outside with the cold and wind and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I live on the 17th floor...so not only is the weather amazing...but so is the view outside of the cloudy skies and a rain drenched Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...life is so good. Had a really nice weekend. Went out with old EEE mates on Friday night to catch up generally and catch a show of &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/body-of-lies.html"&gt;Body of Lies &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed a lazy Saturday...that started off with the quest for free Ben and Jerry's ice-cream and which ended with good food, $3.50 Ben and Jerry's :P and a terrible movie... &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/zack-and-miri-make-fucking-awful-movie.html"&gt;Zack and Miri make a fucking awful movie about fucking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...coming to last night. A lot of old EEE club people met up at Clarke Quay to have a few drinks and catch up. What started off on a slow pace at Cafe Iguana ended with crashing Avi's b'day celebrations :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Iguana, somebody asked me about you-know-who and whether there's anything going on between me and her...and like a jackass, I said that I'm not drunk enough yet. Needless to say, that was extremely stupid of me...because people started to empty their shot glasses into my drinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by the time we left Iguana, I had had close to 8 shots and 4 Margaritas. But my threshold for alcohol has mysteriously and exponentially increased. All those drinks just made me really tipsy and more chatty...but I was totally in control. Ok...partially maybe :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to a pub called the Pump Room. I'm really glad I took a coaster from that place. I think from now on, every time I go to a nice pub...thats what I'm gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/STzulkojKdI/AAAAAAAAADU/UkRoStNvjDg/s1600-h/Img(303).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/STzulkojKdI/AAAAAAAAADU/UkRoStNvjDg/s320/Img(303).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277355192627702226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. The place had a nice ambiance, good bartenders, excellent service, a really good band (but nothing compared to Insomnia, with their hot hot hot female lead...who I still remember even after 3 years...*love*)...but no seats :P. I mean, we didn't get any. Sonja and I were pretty buzzed so we were afraid we'd fall down after a few drinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately the band started playing soon, so I danced off some of the buzz. It was a LOT of fun. Agastya and I did some weird gay dance I think, during which Agas the great spilled his beer on me and then dropped the entire glass on the floor. Can't blame him really...he ran the SCB marathon and finished it in 4 hours!!! Kudos to him :D!! Although I planned to sabo him for that, we left before the band could read my coaster :P. I was really in two minds while leaving, but it was Avi's b'day...and I can't really say no on people's b'days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Agastya and I headed to Swensen's where to my delight...Pari was stoned!!! And stoned Pari rocks!!! OMFG...I just realized that stoned Pari sounds a lot like Son Pari...lol!!! Anyway...did a lot of chutiyap there as well. Thank God for Pari, otherwise I was buzzed and I would've made a lot of people hate me for whatever I said :P. Fortunately Pari overshadowed me. Some people prolly hate him now. But who gives a flying fuck anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that...Pari and I returned. I was still buzzed and I apologize to people for whatever the hell I wrote on their blogs or Facebook. And I also apologize to people who I may have hugged in my stupor. In my defence...I was slightly high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a fun long weekend overall...the way weekends are meant to be :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a sidenote...going to sleep when you're high fucking rules!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-7705650681492590609?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7705650681492590609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=7705650681492590609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/7705650681492590609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/7705650681492590609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-weekend.html' title='A Good Weekend'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/STzulkojKdI/AAAAAAAAADU/UkRoStNvjDg/s72-c/Img(303).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-7761944709841623160</id><published>2008-12-08T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:46:18.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><title type='text'>Me is a tad high</title><content type='html'>Like the title says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...more later. Now sweet sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping is so much more fun when u're drunk :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lulz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-7761944709841623160?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7761944709841623160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=7761944709841623160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/7761944709841623160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/7761944709841623160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/me-is-tad-high.html' title='Me is a tad high'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-4952273458891481622</id><published>2008-12-07T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T01:07:10.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><title type='text'>Machu Picchu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/STqw67mOKNI/AAAAAAAAADM/UTW-GmSd-Ws/s1600-h/machu_picchu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/STqw67mOKNI/AAAAAAAAADM/UTW-GmSd-Ws/s320/machu_picchu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276724439894862034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one place I really wanna go to some day. And GODDAMMIT...I WILL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Japan too! Just like in the movie 5 centimeters per second. Even though it was an anime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-4952273458891481622?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4952273458891481622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=4952273458891481622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/4952273458891481622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/4952273458891481622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/machu-picchu.html' title='Machu Picchu'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/STqw67mOKNI/AAAAAAAAADM/UTW-GmSd-Ws/s72-c/machu_picchu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-4448899348381310901</id><published>2008-12-06T22:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:20:05.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Zack and Miri make a fucking awful movie about fucking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/STqW3iFzK8I/AAAAAAAAADE/7YpyMZOCMts/s1600-h/ZackandMiri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/STqW3iFzK8I/AAAAAAAAADE/7YpyMZOCMts/s320/ZackandMiri.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276695794206059458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one word for this movie...WTF! Well three words, but who gives a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the fuck does a fucking movie which starts off decently (in its own fucked up way), have to fucking end up in fucking sappiness that is so fucking typical of feel fucking good Hollywood movies??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 out of 10 stars to this fucking retarded film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the 5, the 2 stars are for Jay (ala Jay and Silent Bob), for a cool role in the film and the 3 must go to Kevin Smith for filling this movie with so many fucked up moments that it must've scarred Praneeth...at least a little :P .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-4448899348381310901?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4448899348381310901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=4448899348381310901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/4448899348381310901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/4448899348381310901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/zack-and-miri-make-fucking-awful-movie.html' title='Zack and Miri make a fucking awful movie about fucking'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/STqW3iFzK8I/AAAAAAAAADE/7YpyMZOCMts/s72-c/ZackandMiri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-2789601834462036234</id><published>2008-12-06T02:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T02:39:36.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Body of lies</title><content type='html'>Fun night :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up old EEE club mates, Sonja and Nuwan. I think Sonja and I both mutually agreed that our jobs are awesome, coz we get paid to surf the net...ahem...correction...work and in our "free time", surf the net and do whatever the hell we want :P! Our companies are really lucky to have employees like us...lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in case you didn't know, I'm working for Invensys Singapore now as a part of their Leading Engineering Associate Programme (LEAP for short). Sounds cool right?! Well...actually it is :P. Pretty goood if you're into control engineering if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...we had food at Spaggheddies (however the hell that's spelt), which was a tad expensive but really nice. I had some Chicken Canawhateverthefuckolli, which is bascially pasta stuffed with chicken. Fucking awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we caught a show of &lt;b&gt;Body of Lies&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/STlxlBIIz1I/AAAAAAAAACs/wGt6bsUr-98/s320/Bodyoflies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276373319212912466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With actors like Leonardo DiCaprio and Russell Crowe being directed by Ridley Scott, you really can't go wrong. The plot revolves around terrorism and the CIA and is really well constructed. Unlike &lt;b&gt;Quantum of Solace&lt;/b&gt; where you don't really know what the fuck is going on halfway through the film, Body of Lies is really well paced, with a coherent storyline that has just the right amount of depth, ample action and some really witty dialogues. If you liked &lt;b&gt;The Departed&lt;/b&gt; then you'd certainly love this (a strange comparision perhaps, but this movie reminded me of that one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and on a sidenote, kudos to Mark Strong for an excellent performance as the suave and slick head of the Jordanian General Intelligence Department! Absolutely amazing performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOO GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIND BLASTING!!! HE BLAAAASTED MY MIND!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now do yourself a favour and watch this brilliant movie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-2789601834462036234?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2789601834462036234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=2789601834462036234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/2789601834462036234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/2789601834462036234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/body-of-lies.html' title='Body of lies'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/STlxlBIIz1I/AAAAAAAAACs/wGt6bsUr-98/s72-c/Bodyoflies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-316201495538527033</id><published>2008-12-05T17:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T02:38:48.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><title type='text'>New Look :)</title><content type='html'>My blog has a new look :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I likez it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you likez it too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny spooky shit you see on the side was drawn with my spanking new Bamboo Fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/STjwqBu4sPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0cDpSEt42VI/s1600-h/Bamboo_Fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/STjwqBu4sPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0cDpSEt42VI/s400/Bamboo_Fun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276231568274796786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-316201495538527033?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/316201495538527033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=316201495538527033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/316201495538527033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/316201495538527033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-blog-has-new-look-d-i-likez-it-funny.html' title='New Look :)'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/STjwqBu4sPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0cDpSEt42VI/s72-c/Bamboo_Fun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-6167577300144241533</id><published>2008-12-03T00:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:32:45.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>Fuck it...</title><content type='html'>Goddammit...I need to get a hold of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be the cheerful person I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this blog does not deserve to be shut down due to my incapability of coping with things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some things will always hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I need to get a hold of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is my link to the past. To the times I've spent. And to the emotions I poured out into it in the form of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...both painful memories and the ones of joy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all the times which are to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not in college any more...I am what you would call an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to act like one...atleast until I really become one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And till that happens...this blog will stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remind me...of the person I was, the person I am and the person I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I will NOT...give it all away, for a memory and a quiet lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-6167577300144241533?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6167577300144241533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=6167577300144241533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/6167577300144241533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/6167577300144241533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/fuck-it.html' title='Fuck it...'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-3300543228219378547</id><published>2008-12-01T13:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:30:37.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>Everything Ends</title><content type='html'>Today is this blog's last day. More stuff to be added in later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to delete this blog, in interest of all those people in search of the song Obokuri Eemui. The things going on with me and in my life are far smaller in comparison to the beauty of this song and whatever little (or great) happiness it can bring to the people who love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really happy that so many people come to this blog everyday in search of a song that I dearly love. It makes me feel very good (and strangely proud) inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been rough for the past few months...years rather if I look at the bigger picture. Is this blog tying me to a past that I want to break free from? A past full of turbulence, tears and uncertainty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it may be...I have to be stronger. I am no stranger to pain, its almost been like a part of my life in NTU. In varying degrees over the years, but somehow omnipresent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that...maybe its time for things to come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for new beginnings...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-3300543228219378547?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3300543228219378547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=3300543228219378547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/3300543228219378547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/3300543228219378547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/everything-ends_01.html' title='Everything Ends'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-6529244709828204769</id><published>2008-02-19T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:03:42.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>iPod and Japanese</title><content type='html'>I wubs my iPod!! I'm learning Japanese through podcasts :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domo arigato iPod Nano san and Japanesepod101.com :D!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-6529244709828204769?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6529244709828204769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=6529244709828204769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/6529244709828204769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/6529244709828204769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/ipod-and-japanese.html' title='iPod and Japanese'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-172847865787207111</id><published>2008-01-27T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:07:11.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Fun Night</title><content type='html'>Went out with the DIP gang after a long time. Dinner followed by drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me,Shilpa,Eric,Agas,Nico,Alvin,his gf and Mery (did I spell it right?) went to Yuki Yaki...a "Do-It-Yourself steamboat, Teppanyaki &amp; Ice Cream Buffet". Was really awesome I must say and kudos to Agas for finding this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The steamboat was a bit of a letdown (except for the cheese filled sausages..yum :P), but the teppenyaki (hot plate) was very cool. We had tonnes of meat and fish grilled to perfection by master-chef Eric and asst chef Agastya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we actually made ice-cream! Pardon my ignorance, but this is the first time I've gone to a restaurant where you can actually make icecream yourself on a cold plate (the teppenyaki hot-plate also doubles up for a cold plate for making ice cream :D)!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making ice-cream is a lot of fun...and hard work too apparently :P. We mixed all the flavours we could get our hands on in one go and actually came up with an incredibly good tasting flavour. After that we tried all kinds of random ice-cream experiments...right from watermelon icecream to green tea+durian+papaya chunks icecream. After that...Agas and my mind went into overdrive as we secretly mixed wasabi into the ice-cream mix and managed to fool Eric, Shilpa and Nico into trying the terrible concoction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leemei joined us after a while and we had a mini-belated celebration of Eric's b'day. After that, Leemei, Eric, Shilpa, Agas and I headed to a bar Leemei had suggested: Paulaner Bräuhaus. SK joined us later on over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty cool bar...nice ambiance and a live band :). We ordered the house pour: Munich Dark beer. Tasted awful..as I'm not too fond of beer at all. The highlight of the night was when Leemei and I wrote a request for the song : Close to you (by The Carpenters) along with the message "Happy Birthday Eric" on the back of a coaster and passed it to a waitress. Soon after, one of the hot singers on stage (whom we thought was part Chinese and part Indian), called out Eric's name...called him on stage to sing, dance and down one entire mug of beer in 12 seconds :P. Eric did not disappoint but became rather sick from too much beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for him he kept losing at a drinking game we were playing (I forgot what its called) and continued to get more and more sick :P. We came back soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Field of Dreams...was a pretty good movie...though I think its been really over-hyped on imdb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And looking back at this post...I just realized how BAD my writing skills have actually become. I just managed to make a fun night sound 100 times less interesting than it actually was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well...I'm sleepy and can hardly see the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-172847865787207111?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/172847865787207111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=172847865787207111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/172847865787207111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/172847865787207111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/fun-night.html' title='Fun Night'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-4351836095368552804</id><published>2008-01-07T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:05:23.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><title type='text'>President</title><content type='html'>Wrote an email to Su Guaning (NTU's President) today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not expecting a reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do really weird things 0_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-4351836095368552804?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4351836095368552804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=4351836095368552804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/4351836095368552804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/4351836095368552804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/president.html' title='President'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-2870242936205283644</id><published>2008-01-07T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T08:39:53.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been so long</title><content type='html'>Oh my...its been one and half years since my last entry. I need to start posting from time to time. I wonder if anyone even comes across my blog these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holler if you do :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-2870242936205283644?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2870242936205283644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=2870242936205283644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/2870242936205283644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/2870242936205283644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/been-so-long.html' title='Been so long'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-115368097817697580</id><published>2006-07-24T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T02:39:08.223+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>I'm leaving...on a...n almost cliched heading :P</title><content type='html'>Well...my visit to Indore has finally come to an end. I'm leaving for Mumbai on the 27th, and then flying back to Singapore on the 31st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past one month has been fun, a bit bland in the middle...but great none the less :). There was dieting, there was good food too...there was boozing, there were movies, and lots of catching up with old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past one week has been pretty good. Apart from the daily dose of anime, I've shopped my heart out :D! I guess there must be a woman inside me somewhere, because I find immense pleasure in the act of shopping (and finding bargains,hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also caught two movies today...one was really good (Pirates of the Carribean 2) and one extremely bad (Golmaal). Its a shame that Bollywood still churns out such rubbish in the  name of cinema (well atleast the editing has gotten better, but a bit overdone). In fact editing may be the only redeeming feature of Golmaal...coz the comedy is sick, the acting terrible,the dialogues incredibly outdated and retarded,the direction...hmm...was there any?? The songs are mediocre, the BG music extremely irritating...no plot whatsoever (haha...big surprise :P)...in short...typical bolloywood comedy. It may be a hit for all I know :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/1982/1600/Golmaal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/1982/320/Golmaal.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/1982/1600/POTC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/1982/320/POTC.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POTC on the other hand is a visual spectacle. Not only are the CGI and graphics top notch...but so are the locations,the action and even the acting. This movie is a total entertainer, and I see no reason to hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/1982/1600/POTC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/1982/320/Omkarapromoposter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, one Bollywood movie I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; eagerly awaiting is Omkara! I loved Maqbool, so its obvious that I have really high expectations from Omkara. And so far, the trailers and music have not disappointed. Just listen to the rustic "Beedi" to find out what I'm talking about...&lt;em&gt;Sasureeeeeeee&lt;/em&gt; ;) !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-115368097817697580?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/115368097817697580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=115368097817697580&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/115368097817697580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/115368097817697580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-leavingon-almost-cliched-heading-p.html' title='I&apos;m leaving...on a...n almost cliched heading :P'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-115263522389142395</id><published>2006-07-12T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T00:43:41.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumbai Bomb Blasts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just hours after news reached on our television screens of the Srinagar blasts, another series of blasts shook all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 highly planned bomb blasts have taken place in the local trains of Mumbai, and as of now, 100 people have been reported dead, with the numbers expected to rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness and immense rage are the only two emotions one can have at a time like this, as the images are being broadcasted over here in Indore. I cannot even begin to imagine the amount of tension and mayhem which the people must be experiencing in Mumbai right now. Phone lines were down and my neighbour was unable to reach her family in Mumbai for a long period of time. As I type this, I can actually see people sending SMSs to news channels, that are also being shown in a small screen below, asking their loved ones to contact them immediately and whether they're ok or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do such terrible things have to occur? What kind of a sick mind is responsible for an inhuman act such as this?? When will people understand that &lt;strong&gt;TERRORISM CANNOT GAIN ANYTHING&lt;/strong&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever is responsible for this, should not be imprisoned, or killed or, tried in court...they should be subjected to humiliation and severe torture. Their torture should be so extreme,so gruesome and so prolonged, that death become their only remaining hope. If they were about to die of pain, they would be put on life support...revived...and then tortured some more. Such is the punishment they deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite all the anger,hatred and sadism...it is reassuring to know that courage and kindness still exist in the heart of some. For many hours after the blast occurred...NO police help...or help from the government came. In the face of such a calamity, it wasn't the inefficient "system" that responded...but rather the common man of India. Now I don't care how cliched that may sound, but that's exactly what happened. People who heard the blast came rushing to the scene to carry the injured to nearby hospitals themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most heart breaking scenes I saw, was that of a man being interviewed at the scene. He narrated,how he and several others carried away the bodies of the injured and the dead,the dismembered arms,legs,necks and what not,off the tracks all the way to the hospitals. He saw with his own eyes how the railway police ran away in terror, refusing to help, when they were asked. And as he narrated all this...he broke down in tears...trembling in fatigue, as the people crowded behind him...complete strangers...patted his head and rubbed his shoulders to comfort him. I'll never forget that scene, or his voice...as it broke down mid-way...squeaking the sentences somehow,as he fought to hold back his tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the common man of Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the resident of "the rudest city in the world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/strong&gt; Reader's Digest, and an even bigger &lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/strong&gt; to whoever thought up that convoluted survey. I hope you shove EVERY copy of that issue, up your stupid ass in shame.I doubt that the people of ANY OTHER country would react in such a selfless way to come and help their fellow man, even though its not in any way a part of their profession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a bad day. And I am thoroughly pissed. My well wishes to the people of Mumbai, and love to those who may have lost someone dear in this terrible tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may those terrorists suffer in agony for the grief they have caused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-115263522389142395?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/115263522389142395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=115263522389142395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/115263522389142395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/115263522389142395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2006/07/mumbai-bomb-blasts.html' title='Mumbai Bomb Blasts'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-115199149778862867</id><published>2006-07-04T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:29:51.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>In India</title><content type='html'>Aww...my poor neglected blog! I've been in India since the 17th of June, and haven't really gotten around to blog a single entry so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...lemme jus recap quickly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Singapore on the 14th&lt;br /&gt;Met up with friends and relatives in Delhi&lt;br /&gt;Reached Indore on the 17th&lt;br /&gt;Met up with old friends&lt;br /&gt;Got drunk&lt;br /&gt;Went bowling (sucks in Indore)&lt;br /&gt;Played Pool (used to be great, but now sucks in Indore)&lt;br /&gt;Watched Krrish with friends (a must watch if you wanna brag abt Singapore :P )&lt;br /&gt;Ate out a LOT&lt;br /&gt;Been on a diet at the same time too :P&lt;br /&gt;Watched Phir Hera Pheri with parents&lt;br /&gt;Had a really awesome reunion with old school buddies (the girls've gotten better looking...yay!)&lt;br /&gt;Been reading The Fountianhead (its such a freakin huge book!)&lt;br /&gt;Been taking a HELL lot of snaps with my camera&lt;br /&gt;Lucky is now thoroughly irritated with my photo taking and refuses to pose&lt;br /&gt;Almost won an iPod Nano :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew :P. Well, that about wraps it up. On a really great note, I think my diet may be working after all. I was on a low fat diet while I was in Singapore too, and I think that combined with my diet in India seems to have paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof? Well, I've lost around 8 kgs in two months...woohoo :D!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...apart from that,I have one more month to stay here in Indore. Prolly gonna get bored now, coz most of my friends have college :(. Ahh well, there's Orkut and TV to keep me occupied :P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-115199149778862867?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/115199149778862867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=115199149778862867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/115199149778862867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/115199149778862867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-india.html' title='In India'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-114873174961981814</id><published>2006-05-27T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:07:12.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Empty rooms and crazy nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anks left for India on the 22nd. The room has been empty since,except for the occassional visits from Shanty Poo. I was feeling pretty down that day...and to make matters worse, I also came down with a cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now a cold is no ordinary thing in the books of Ranajay Das. It's severe. It's prolonged. And it cannot be cured. Thankfully for me, the Singaporean weather has been merciful, and it didn't reach the dramatic heights its so used to reaching in India.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a bit better now, but who can tell when its gonna act up. That aside...been having a lot of fun. And fun means splurging a sinful amount of money. Be it movies, eating out or pubbing...I'm doing everything I can to run knee deep in debt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Take for example last night. Me,Shanty Poo and Alex decided to pay Chijmes a visit. After a lot of roaming around and a short stint at a rather sleazy looking pub (which unfortunately, didn't turn out to be that sleazy from the inside)...we finally settled at a place called La Baroque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were promised a live band...and a live band we got! I personally liked the band from Insomnia better (another pub in Chijmes) because they had way more attitude and the female lead was simply HOT HOT HOT!! That said, the band at La Baroque was pretty good too and the female lead was pretty cute. But what really made my night....were the drinks!! Man...I've never ever had such a wide variety of cocktails in my life. We went full out and ordered practically everything short of the kitchen sink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There were Flaming Lamborghinis, Waterfalls, Screwdrivers, Huge glasses of Beer :P, Margaritas, Sex on the Beach, Rum and coke, Tequila and even a Chilled Martini for good measure (which FYI sucked, save for the olives). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our final bill was $248. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...silence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...guilt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...regrets? Hell no !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who can have any regrets when there's great music playing in the background and there're some seriously hot European girls dancing right next to you and kissing each other!! Not only that...there was even a cute Japanese Canadian bride to be (whom I fell in love with), who did a short traditional Japanese style dance which had us all laughing our asses off. She was just so darn cuuuuuuuuuuute! All in all, a very fun night...and despite the ridiculous number of drinks...I didn't get drunk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now alocohol and my blood usually don't go well together (remember XXXmas2005 ?)...but this time,to mine and Alex's surprise...I was not that drunk at all...just a little tipsy. Shanty Poo ofcourse is inhuman...because he drank the most and was less tipsy than me. But Alex........oh my oh my!! When he's drunk...he's really a sight to see. He does his cool drunken finger pointing thingy and goes "Whoooooooooo".Hahaha...you'll just have to see it to enjoy it :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We left Chijmes at around 1am...and reached NTU at around 3:30 in the morning. Why so long you might wonder...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...well...there was an unexpected stopover at JP....and if I say anything more...somebody might kill me :P. So we'll just leave it at that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...for now ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-114873174961981814?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114873174961981814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=114873174961981814&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114873174961981814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114873174961981814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2006/05/empty-rooms-and-crazy-nights.html' title='Empty rooms and crazy nights'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-114823371113743648</id><published>2006-05-22T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:30:15.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>Status Quo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well past few weeks have been pretty eventful. Having lots of fun in DIP,though I don't like our the project itself that much. One of the more useless topics in my opinion, which will help me absolutely in no way in the future. Ahh well...que sera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and I cut my hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and now it's all gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I miss it! I was really attached to my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I miss it so much :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-114823371113743648?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114823371113743648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=114823371113743648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114823371113743648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114823371113743648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2006/05/status-quo.html' title='Status Quo'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-114738626095187932</id><published>2006-05-12T06:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:30:13.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vellapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>D I P</title><content type='html'>Waaahhhh....so long since I've blogged! Guess I was caught up with all the post exam celebrations that I hardly ever got any free time,or the computer to myself without 4 other people sitting in the room...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,the first week of my DIP ended. Although the project is a &lt;i&gt;tad&lt;/i&gt; on the boring side (tell me if &lt;b&gt;Application of reverberation chamber in EMI/EMC test and its correlation with GTEM&lt;/b&gt; sounds interesting to you :P )...the group is simply awesome! There's just the right amount of hard work and fun and I actually look forward to getting up early just to go to lab. Well...so far so good...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not just about science...there's humour,love,emotions,jealousy,Brokeback Mountain and a whole other bunch of things involved. Well...not for me,but for certain long haired people...hehe (you know who you are ;) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIP will end some time early June I believe,and I'll finally get to go back home :D ! I miss my dog Lucky so much that I sometimes dream about him :P. I don't think I've posted any pics of him yet in my blog,so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/1982/1600/DSC00262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/1982/400/DSC00262.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/1982/1600/DSC00264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/1982/400/DSC00264.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cute white hairy thing is Lucky, and the inquisitive green scaly thing is my pet turtle Sheena. I miss them so much :( !!!! Well...maybe not Sheena,but I miss Lucky like anything. And I miss Indore too,and my mom and dad and especially my sis! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...and there's still a month to go...I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-114738626095187932?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114738626095187932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=114738626095187932&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114738626095187932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114738626095187932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2006/05/d-i-p.html' title='D I P'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-114624071773053844</id><published>2006-04-29T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:30:33.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>You're packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been...</title><content type='html'>The door swings open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bag drops to floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacket thrown on bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screen switches on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volume on keyboard goes to 80%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volume on speakers go to 70%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winamp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Walk On&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I sing along...screaming at the top of my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams're finally over and so is this horrible semester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-114624071773053844?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114624071773053844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=114624071773053844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114624071773053844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114624071773053844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2006/04/youre-packing-suitcase-for-place-none.html' title='You&apos;re packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been...'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-114568793839023901</id><published>2006-04-22T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T14:38:58.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Hill</title><content type='html'>This space here is reserved for Silent Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...lest I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/1982/1600/Pyramid%20Head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/1982/400/Pyramid%20Head.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-114568793839023901?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114568793839023901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=114568793839023901&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114568793839023901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114568793839023901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2006/04/silent-hill_22.html' title='Silent Hill'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-114533551047859615</id><published>2006-04-18T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T12:45:10.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waaaaacom!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh maaaannnnn!!! I sooooooooo want this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wacom-asia.com/products/cintiq/cintiq21x/cintiq21x.html"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/1982/400/cintiq_top.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Wacom Cintiq 21UX. And I'm totally in love! It's just like a 21" LCD sketch book!! Oh the stuff I could draw with this *sniff* *sniff*. I'm choking up just thinking about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price : USD $2,999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love me...please buy it for me. Pleeeeaase ^___^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-114533551047859615?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114533551047859615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=114533551047859615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114533551047859615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114533551047859615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2006/04/waaaaacom_18.html' title='Waaaaacom!!!!!'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-114527034055973968</id><published>2006-04-17T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T19:12:44.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>;)</title><content type='html'>Today I used a ' ;) ' smiley in my Digital Electronics paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereby,I have effectively ensured myself a &lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt; grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img MARGIN: 0px auto 0px; CURSOR: hand; src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/1982/1600/EE2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rain rain...don't go away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-114527034055973968?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114527034055973968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=114527034055973968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114527034055973968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114527034055973968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=';)'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-114518983686440680</id><published>2006-04-16T19:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:28:01.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obokuri Eemui'/><title type='text'>Obokuri Eemui / Obokuri Eeumi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://monkey86.googlepages.com/ObokuriEemuiorObtainBearing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/1982/400/Obtain%20Bearing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmm...it recently occured to me, that a lot of people have stumbled upon my blog while searching for the song Obokuri Eemui / Obokuri Eeumi. Anyone who has seen the anime TV series, Samurai Champloo, would be familiar with this haunting and beautiful piece which was played in the 14th episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obokuri Eemui / Obokuri Eeumi&lt;/b&gt; roughly translated to &lt;i&gt;Obtain Bearing&lt;/i&gt;, is an Okinawan song by &lt;b&gt;Ikue Asazaki&lt;/b&gt;. Her haunting voice, coupled with an awesome piano piece, easily make this one of the most beautiful songs I've ever heard. In fact, I had mentioned this in my very first blog entry...that it's my dream to play Canon in D minor as well as Obokuri Eemui / Obokuri Eeumi on the piano in front of a live audience. If there were to be a term &lt;b&gt;'Hauntingly beautiful'&lt;/b&gt; in the dictionary, then this song certainly deserves a mention there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obokuri Eemui / Obokuri Eeumi can be found on Ikue's 2002 album titled &lt;i&gt;Utabautayun&lt;/i&gt;. I however, searched for it immediately after Episode 14 ( :P ) and found it on an mp3 rotation site, which is currently offline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ok...I'm interested. Where can I download this song?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chances are, you'll find this song on most P2P networks under the name 'Obokuri Eemui' or 'Obokuri Eeumi' or 'Obtain Bearing'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you don't have any P2P softwares, then here's a &lt;a href="http://www.bigbeatbattalion.com/other/IkueAsazaki-Obokuri-Eeumi.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;link&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;If that link doesn't work, then there's another simple way to download it. Go to &lt;a href="http://www.archive.org"&gt;www.archive.org&lt;/a&gt;. On the top search bar, search for 'Obtain Bearing' in &lt;i&gt;All Media Types&lt;/i&gt;. Then simply follow the first search result, and download the mp3.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've heard the song and totally loved it! But what does it mean?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm...well...I found a rough translation for the song on the net (since I'm so obsessed with it). And it goes something like this :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style= "color:#45b8f4;"&gt;In search of new lands, I build a new house&lt;br /&gt;I thatch the house with reed stalks, gathered neatly in bundles&lt;br /&gt;I thatch the house with reed stalks, gathered neatly in bundles&lt;br /&gt;At the stone wall, let us celebrate the golden house, that was built by a hundred black kites.&lt;br /&gt;At the stone wall, let us celebrate the golden house, that was built by a hundred black kites.&lt;br /&gt;Let us celebrate the golden house, that was built by a hundred black kites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eighth month is fast approaching, and yet I have nothing to wear&lt;br /&gt;I want to dress gaily, so brother, will you lend me just one sleeve?&lt;br /&gt;I wish to dress my children and loved ones... in the one kimono that I own&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I will wear vines... that I plucked deep in the mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light of the full moon shines down,&lt;br /&gt;illuminating the world with its divine light&lt;br /&gt;When my lover sneaks in to visit me,&lt;br /&gt;I wish that the clouds would hide that light just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where can I find the sheet music for this song?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks a ton to &lt;b&gt;Solaras&lt;/b&gt; for finding the &lt;b&gt;sheet music&lt;/b&gt; for this song. I'll just quote the comment he/she left to this post -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sup all - i found the sheet music to this awesome and beautiful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cise.ufl.edu/~nal/obokuri_eeumi_v_0_1.pdf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As noted, the glissandos are not noted - These are the exact notes - i listened to the song over and over, comparing it to the sheet music and it matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you'll probably have to put the expression into the song yourself, as most of the subtle changes in the song are not noted (volume, slight speed changes etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im guessing anyone interested in playing this already knows the song like the back of their hand, so it should be no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make the transcription, you can thank "josh's anime sheet music master index" for that!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again...thanks a lot Solaras :)! I know lots of people who've been searching for this, so hopefully this will help out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link once again :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cise.ufl.edu/~nal/obokuri_eeumi_v_0_1.pdf"&gt;obokuri_eeumi_v_0_1.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I was able to help you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obokurieemui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-114518983686440680?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114518983686440680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=114518983686440680&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114518983686440680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114518983686440680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2006/04/obokuri-eemui.html' title='Obokuri Eemui / Obokuri Eeumi'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-114499091516317128</id><published>2006-04-14T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:14:29.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops keep fallin' on my head...</title><content type='html'>It's raining. And dammit I don't have a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rain. It's my favourite kind of weather. Especially the rain in Singapore. I simply love it. I dunno why people have to crib so much about the rainy weather, but I live for rainy days. It makes me feel good inside. And it depresses me at the same time. I don't think any sort of weather can evoke such emotions within you. I mean...when it's really hot...you're just too pissed off to feel great...when it's cold, your brain just freezes...and when it's normal...well, that's just plain boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But rain...it's poetic. It speaks to you. It makes you feel like dancing. And whenever it does I always say to myself ,"Let it rain like there's no tomorrow".I hope, when I'm older...I buy a house near the seaside where it rains all the time (frankly...I couldn't imagine living in a place where it doesn't rain at all).I could probably take up painting or something and paint the turbulent waves of the sea as they battle with the dark clouds above. Wouldn't that be a sight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rain so much, that any song,or any prose (I'm not a big fan of poetry as I do not understand it very well) containing rain is simply aces in my book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rain, rain, don't go away,&lt;br /&gt;you can come again every other day,&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny can go fuck himself,&lt;br /&gt;Rain,rain, don't go away...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a true poet, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh well...let it rain,let it rain,let it rain. May it rain so much that all my sorrows are washed away with it. Life hasn't exactly been great in the past few months.A lot of awful things have happened which I had no control over and which have left me paralyzed for any sort of emotion at all. I choose to be ignorant...for atleast that way, it wont hurt me so much. I spoke of these things only once...and I was almost about to burst into tears when I thought deeply over them. Even now,as I type...these're only words...and I'm not really thinking about those things in the depth they deserve to be thought of. Thinking never did me much good anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there're rougher times which lie ahead. And things like this just happen. You can't do much about it. All you can do is fall asleep...listening to the pitter patter of the raindrops...and hope for a better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some photos from Shanty's cam of the oncoming clouds :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/1982/1600/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="149" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/1982/320/Image029.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/1982/1600/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/1982/200/Image032.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-114499091516317128?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114499091516317128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=114499091516317128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114499091516317128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114499091516317128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2006/04/raindrops-keep-fallin-on-my-head.html' title='Raindrops keep fallin&apos; on my head...'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-114492781170757878</id><published>2006-04-13T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T09:38:44.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, April 9th was my birthday. I didn't really feel like blogging about it, but what the hell...I have to kill this exam tension somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things started out on a great note. Agas invited me to dinner to meet his dad who had just come to Singapore. We went to a restaurant called Crystal Jade Palace. Pretty cool place...and the food was nice too. I tried Sharks fin for the first time in my life! It tasted like...umm...well...seafood :P. Not that I had very high expectations or anything...lol. Supportive friends that we are...hehe...most of our time was spent making fun of Agas and pulling his leg in front of his dad, while Agas just sat there like a good boy with a perpetual embarrassed expression on his face :D. Heck...even his dad joined in and gave us more ammo...hahaha!!! Poor Agas...thank god I didn't have it this bad when my parents visited :P. Vanga the great miraculously projected himself to be the most &lt;i&gt;bhola bhala&lt;/i&gt; and decent guy of the group....the sneaky bastard !! I should make a zip file containing Vanga's voice recording while he mouths Telegu obsceneties along with the XXXmas 2005 video back to his house....muhuaaahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Champ, as always, made her quintessential Champ like comment when she asked under her breath..."hey...isn't Shanghai in Hongkong?". Well done Champ! What evening would be complete without you! And dear lord...you were actually doin' personal shopping while everyone was waiting for you at the dinner table! The nerve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, screwing Agas and general chit chat, we left for NTU. Everybody was talking about how they're gonna kick the living crap outta me during my sabo to relieve exam stress and mostly vent out emotional pain and troubles they have in life. But before that...retarded photo session time :P !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/rdx86/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/rdx86/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/rdx86/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/rdx86/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached campus it was almost 12 :(. I tried to bribe my way out...but to no avail. Anyway...at around 12:40 we had the sabo. The photos speak for themselves :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/rdx86/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/rdx86/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/rdx86/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/rdx86/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/rdx86/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/rdx86/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anks,Shanty n everyone got me a T-shirt, the entire Band of Brothers DVD set &amp;amp; and a Stefanie Sun Live in Honk Kong VCD set!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you beat that??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I looooooooooovvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeee Band of Brothers!!! It soooo rocks! It's my favourite mini-series ever. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Stefanie Sun..............&lt;br /&gt;......has there ever been a more beautiful looking Singaporean girl?? I think not!! She's just the kind of girl you dream about. Sweet looking...incredibly cute and so extremely hot at the same time. Andddddd....she sports short hair (I have a thing for girls with short hair :P) ! If only she weren't married :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/1982/1600/l3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/1982/400/l3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...till that point it was all great. Came back to room...and had to listen to an extremely stupid and boring 4 hour argument between Pari and Anks about which is better, CE or CS. At moments like this, you just wish you had a camcorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that...well...things just went downhill. The rest of the day I was just left to feel alone and crappy to the core. Birthdays have completely lost their charm ever since I came to NTU. Two birthdays so far over here and none of them were 'Happy'. I fail to see anything even remotely special about them any more. And boy was I angry that day! &lt;b&gt;Extremely&lt;/b&gt; angry and &lt;b&gt;extremely&lt;/b&gt; hurt about somthing that happened. I don't think I've felt &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; angry in recent times. Must've been the empty Birthday effect coupled with my stupid Starhub connection which randomly decides to give its weakest signal possible on my birthday,which amplified the rage inside even more. Things're sorta cool now. I could've easily let myself be angry for atleast a week over it...but...there're exams to think about also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had to write this extremely long blog entry right in the middle of exams when I could've just slept or studied something. But then, some things just need to be vented out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-114492781170757878?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114492781170757878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=114492781170757878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114492781170757878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114492781170757878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2006/04/birthday-blues.html' title='Birthday Blues'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-114458703147262453</id><published>2006-04-09T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T09:24:21.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy b'day to you</title><content type='html'>Fuckin' crappiest b'day I can remember in 20 years. Just plain pissed off over something.&lt;br /&gt;Will post some photos of the sabo later...which was really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest jus downhill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-114458703147262453?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114458703147262453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=114458703147262453&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114458703147262453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114458703147262453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2006/04/crappy-bday-to-you.html' title='Crappy b&apos;day to you'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-114440648713232233</id><published>2006-04-07T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T13:40:33.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I should be</title><content type='html'>Well...clearly, I'm in the wrong field of study...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="400" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Art&lt;/b&gt;. You should be an Art major! How bohemian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="250" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="83" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Journalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="83" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Linguistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="58" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Anthropology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="33" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="33" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=119158"&gt;What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&amp;lt;3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-114440648713232233?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114440648713232233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=114440648713232233&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114440648713232233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114440648713232233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2006/04/where-i-should-be.html' title='Where I should be'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-114429642781848336</id><published>2006-04-06T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T02:24:47.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoko Kanno'/><title type='text'>Wolf Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/1982/1600/Wolf%20Collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/1982/320/Wolf%20Collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well...just a week to go before my exams start...and I stayed up all night, watching Wolf's Rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All 30 episodes of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have lost my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm off to find paradise now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The image belongs to &lt;a class="u" href="http://silverpoot.deviantart.com/"&gt;SilverPoot&lt;/a&gt; (© 2005-2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Random Fact : "Gave it all away...for a memory...and a quiet lie" are lyrics to the song '&lt;em&gt;Heaven's Not Enough' &lt;/em&gt;from Wolf's Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-114429642781848336?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114429642781848336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=114429642781848336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114429642781848336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114429642781848336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2006/04/wolf-brain.html' title='Wolf Brain'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-114400448243006912</id><published>2006-04-03T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T08:52:52.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The night of no sandwiches</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Let this night only be remembered as &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Night of No Sandwiches &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-114400448243006912?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114400448243006912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=114400448243006912&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114400448243006912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114400448243006912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2006/04/night-of-no-sandwiches.html' title='The night of no sandwiches'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-114386866373684491</id><published>2006-04-01T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T02:23:00.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoko Kanno'/><title type='text'>5 Songs</title><content type='html'>I think there has to be a song for every mood. When you’re feeling down, when you wanna break some stuff…or simply when you wanna go to sleep. The kind of music I’m into is rather diverse. I can listen to the hardest of hardcore metals by pre-Black album Metallica, yet at the same time indulge in the soft and soothing instrumentals of Kanno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all depends on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 songs:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…I’d like to wake up to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk On – U2&lt;br /&gt;High Above The Clouds – Meister&lt;br /&gt;Yellow – Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;Iris – Goo Goo Dolls&lt;br /&gt;Yu Hi Chala Chal – Swades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…before I go to sleep&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obokuri eemui – Ikue Asazaki&lt;br /&gt;Pride – Jin Roh OST&lt;br /&gt;Pachelbel canon – George Winston&lt;br /&gt;CBB piano solo – Yoko Kanno&lt;br /&gt;Is it real? – Yoko Kanno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…when I’m angry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose yourself – Eminem&lt;br /&gt;So what – Metallica&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I belong – Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;Rocket science – The Pimps&lt;br /&gt;My way – Limp Bizkit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…when I’m excited (after exams ;) )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die,die my darling – Metallica&lt;br /&gt;Not a word – Yoko Kanno&lt;br /&gt;Pushing the sky – Yoko Kanno&lt;br /&gt;Feel Good Inc – Gorillaz&lt;br /&gt;Rise – Yoko Kanno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...when I’m depressed&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it real? – Yoko Kanno&lt;br /&gt;Heaven's not enough – Yoko Kanno&lt;br /&gt;No reply – Yoko Kanno&lt;br /&gt;Gravity – Yoko Kanno&lt;br /&gt;Arms of the angel – Sarah McLachlan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…when I wanna study&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Orange sky – Alexi Murdoch&lt;br /&gt;Let go – Frou Frou&lt;br /&gt;New slang – The Shins&lt;br /&gt;Theme song - Jin Roh OST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pachelbel canon – George Winston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list shall be updated whenever I feel there’s a song more appropriate for a certain situation. Hope you liked reading this :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-114386866373684491?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114386866373684491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=114386866373684491&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114386866373684491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114386866373684491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2006/04/5-songs.html' title='5 Songs'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-114359340330744510</id><published>2006-03-29T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T12:48:34.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Groundhog Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Statutory Warning!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching this movie, you'll constantly get the feeling that the day ahead is gonna repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...that's about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note to self : Enough with the retarded blog entires already!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-114359340330744510?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114359340330744510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=114359340330744510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114359340330744510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114359340330744510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2006/03/groundhog-day.html' title='Groundhog Day'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-114355474557924086</id><published>2006-03-28T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T22:05:45.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Face-Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Project Face-Off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...No one shall be spared....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...No mercy shall be shown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Coming Soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Muhuaahaaaaaaaahaahahahahahahaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-114355474557924086?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114355474557924086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=114355474557924086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114355474557924086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114355474557924086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2006/03/project-face-off.html' title='Project Face-Off'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-114354770410415638</id><published>2006-03-28T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T20:11:16.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few snaps...</title><content type='html'>Just a few photographs I had taken a long time back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/view/22843164/"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/1982/320/___Is_it_real_____by_rdx86.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/view/24667833/"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height="197" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/1982/320/___Doomed_hope____by_rdx86.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/view/22844505/"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" height="126" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/1982/320/___Forever_waiting____by_rdx86.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-114354770410415638?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114354770410415638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=114354770410415638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114354770410415638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114354770410415638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2006/03/few-snaps.html' title='A few snaps...'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-114291229614984008</id><published>2006-03-21T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T11:38:16.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a photoshop quickie :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/1982/1600/Not%20drunk...just%20overeaten%20-%20with%20Seras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/1982/320/Not%20drunk...just%20overeaten%20-%20with%20Seras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; I really like this photo. One of my very few "badass" shots...hehe :P&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-114291229614984008?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114291229614984008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=114291229614984008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114291229614984008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114291229614984008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-photoshop-quickie-p.html' title='Just a photoshop quickie :P'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19931107.post-114229524907545797</id><published>2006-03-14T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:08:51.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal shit'/><title type='text'>Distance</title><content type='html'>Ever felt yourself getting distanced from somebody for no reason at all?&lt;br /&gt;And before you know it, you're not talking to each other anymore. And you don't know the reason why. And it wasn't anybody's fault. You just distanced yourself inadvertently...or perhaps vice-versa. And now even though that person is just a phone call or an email away...you hesitate...you feel afraid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and then you just distance yourself some more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and sometimes I just think too much,when what I should be doing is getting some sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19931107-114229524907545797?l=psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114229524907545797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19931107&amp;postID=114229524907545797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114229524907545797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19931107/posts/default/114229524907545797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedelicsoul.blogspot.com/2006/03/distance.html' title='Distance'/><author><name>Ranajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714465786465268305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kcub6Y92b4k/SBGxuikkqmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9ky5fX6v1cs/S220/Watashi+3+-+cropped+-+upside+down.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
