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Finally, the long awaited Internet connection has been installed at home and I have re-establisehd my identity as a LimeWire addict!

I'd almost forgotten that magical world of free (key word) downloads of almost anything and everything through the wonders of Streamyx.
The past days have seen me euphorically downloading songs of Jack Johnson, Kenny Chesney, Brad Paisley, along with lotsa music from the days of yore. Not forgetting my roots, Usilampatti,Mukalaa, Aathangaramaramae are also stored in the library.

Btw Cam, I'll get the dapangkotte tracks and burn it into a cD for you so that you can practice your moves for our next party. Did I just spill on you?:)Purely intentional.

Anyway, now I can reply to the gazillion Friendster messages and emails that have been archived since I started work-and I guess this means the usual, "I don't have internet connection at my grandma's place" when accused for not keeping in touch can't be applied.

I bought the Malaysian Nanban last Sunday to practice my Tamil-it's been a while since I opened that LAT100 textbook.Doesn't matter that I don't bloody understand the article(only that some Mahalakshmi did something bad), I've finished one article of the paper.Looks like the dog-eared daily is gonna keep me busy till the end of the year.

Why is everyone asking me who/what my plans are for Valentine's when they know that I'm single?Not like I'd do anything if I had someone, anyway.It's a stupid thing to celebrate, and I won't go into the "why would you need ONE specific day to show your partner how much you love them?" sermon. We've heard that argument too often.I don't even fancy celebrating birthdays-mine, I mean. Think about it, kinda corny in a way, don't you think?

There was a year when a bunch of us got together at Hareen's place on V-day. She whipped up a feast (anything else than sandwiches and nuggets were considered a spread back when we were at school) for just us girls. I remember us watching a movie (on videotape :)) while digging into the self developed recipe of our dessert.Crushed Oreo+Ice cream+fruit cocktail. It still makes my mouth water.

Well, this year( after more than 6 years) is gonna somewhat such, but since we're older and wiser now, it's only right for alcohol to come into the picture,eh?

Anyway,I witnessed the silliest thing on the way back from work today.
Traffic was,at usual at a crawl and even more so as it had just stop ped pouring. However, there was a slight drizzle and walking along the main road was this young college-going couple.
The guy was sheilding,if you may, his girlfriend from the sparse droplets with his two hands over her head. Can you then imagine how he positioned himself to walk alongside her?Facing her.How starkingly dumb.

Then he brought his tshirt up to his armpits so that she could walk covered and it was comfortable for about half a second.
What a bloody dunce.

Could she like have died if she got herself wet a little?
Oh, but of course, it must be the rebonded tresses! The hair that cannot be washed or tied.What was I thinking!
I would love to see him do that 10 years into their marriage.

See, this is the kinda crap you come up with when you blog for the sake of blogging.