Thursday, May 29, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Monkey Beach | Part 1
I won't forget this trip. We supposed to go Kerachut Beach, we end up went to Monkey Beach. It was raining heavily that morning. The guys brought fishing rod and the girls brought the food. Due to heavy rain, the sea was very wavy until the boatman could not dock the boat at Kerachut Beach. So he took us to another beach called Monkey beach. Here are the snaps:-
Friday, May 23, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Train
Imagine like this, you are going to one place very very far. You are traveling by train. People may come and go. Some people will talk to you, some just smile at you and some never even bother about you. The train may stop at several stations, your journey will get delayed, but if your train in a correct path, it will bring you to your destination.When the people who talked and smiled at you walk out of the train, you should stay inside the train ,you should not follow them , because that is not your DESTINATION. Be sad or upset for a moment, after that just stay back, relax, enjoy the journey.Why we should not worry about others? Coz end of the day,only YOU will remain in the end of your journey. No one else.Cheerz
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
My best friend
I have a lot of friends..i mean alottttt..but if someone ask me who is my best , i would say , loneliness is my best friend so far.
Things normally I do when I feel lonely
:- I wake up and on PC and starts my downloads
:- Disturb my mom
:- Lock my self inside a room and sing quietly
:- Go back to PC room, and check the status of my download
:- Go with my mom out for grocery shopping
:- Iron my clothes for no reason
:- go back to PC room, and select a nice trance track and blast it!!
:- Chat with few online frenz,exchange sad stories , bla bla bla after that exchange
numbers,talk over the phone few times, promised to each that we will be best frenzzzzz...the following week...everything disappears like tamil drama on TV..it happened to me thousands time
:- On Tv , turn the channel to 812 ( ESPN),then mom shouts , switch it back channel 201 ( vanavil)
:- Watch Tamil drama together with mom, same story everyday,,gals crying ,,guys laughing,,dogs barking..old men read newspaper,,gals crying,,someone got killed,,gals crying,,everyone goes to temple and sits there 1 hour and talk about family stuff and gals cry again..,,
:- Go back to PC room and play few vadivelu and goundamani comedy clips
:- Go out for jogging
:- read online forums
:- Watch Viluthugal /Lost/or any documentary collections
:- Night time, listen to 80s and early ar rahman tamil songs with my imaginary friend ^_^
Things I wana do when i feel lonely
:- Read more books, I have bought few
:- Going to buy guitar soon :D
:- Meditate more, I do meditate but not consistent
:- spend more time with parents
:- play futsal
:- download more vadivelu comedies and laugh until my eye tears
:- blog more :)
Things normally I do when I feel lonely
:- I wake up and on PC and starts my downloads
:- Disturb my mom
:- Lock my self inside a room and sing quietly
:- Go back to PC room, and check the status of my download
:- Go with my mom out for grocery shopping
:- Iron my clothes for no reason
:- go back to PC room, and select a nice trance track and blast it!!
:- Chat with few online frenz,exchange sad stories , bla bla bla after that exchange
numbers,talk over the phone few times, promised to each that we will be best frenzzzzz...the following week...everything disappears like tamil drama on TV..it happened to me thousands time
:- On Tv , turn the channel to 812 ( ESPN),then mom shouts , switch it back channel 201 ( vanavil)
:- Watch Tamil drama together with mom, same story everyday,,gals crying ,,guys laughing,,dogs barking..old men read newspaper,,gals crying,,someone got killed,,gals crying,,everyone goes to temple and sits there 1 hour and talk about family stuff and gals cry again..,,
:- Go back to PC room and play few vadivelu and goundamani comedy clips
:- Go out for jogging
:- read online forums
:- Watch Viluthugal /Lost/or any documentary collections
:- Night time, listen to 80s and early ar rahman tamil songs with my imaginary friend ^_^
Things I wana do when i feel lonely
:- Read more books, I have bought few
:- Going to buy guitar soon :D
:- Meditate more, I do meditate but not consistent
:- spend more time with parents
:- play futsal
:- download more vadivelu comedies and laugh until my eye tears
:- blog more :)
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
Belated Happy Mother's Day
All my years , I have wasted my life, care and love about other women and I did not get anything in return . But, I never realized that all this while , this special woman loves me and cares about me without expecting anything from me. That's my mom. I gave her 'pattu' saree yesterday as a gift to her. She loves it!! So happy to see her happy face when I gave her the saree. A single saree is not sufficient to compensate her sacrifice for me, I know that. I will always love you .Happy Mothers Day..cheers :)
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Sharing :- Feel like a woman
On a Trans-Atlantic flight, a plane passes through a severe storm. The turbulence is awful, and things go from bad to worse when one wing is struck by lightning.
One woman in particular loses it. Screaming,she stands up in the front of the plane. "I'm too young to die!" she wails. Then she yells, "Well, if I'm going to die, I want my last minutes on earth to be memorable! No one has ever made me really feel like a woman! Well I've had it! Is there ANYONE on this plane who can make me feel like a WOMAN??"
For a moment there is silence. everyone has forgotten their own peril, and they all stare, riveted, at the desperate woman in the front of the plane. Then, a man stands up in the rear of the plane. "I can make you feel like a woman," he says. This tall, tanned and built guy with jet black eyes starts to walk slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time.
No one moves. As this man approaches, the woman begins to get excited. He removes his shirt. Muscles ripple across his chest as he reaches her, and extends the arm holding his shirt to the trembling woman, and whispers: "Iron this."
One woman in particular loses it. Screaming,she stands up in the front of the plane. "I'm too young to die!" she wails. Then she yells, "Well, if I'm going to die, I want my last minutes on earth to be memorable! No one has ever made me really feel like a woman! Well I've had it! Is there ANYONE on this plane who can make me feel like a WOMAN??"
For a moment there is silence. everyone has forgotten their own peril, and they all stare, riveted, at the desperate woman in the front of the plane. Then, a man stands up in the rear of the plane. "I can make you feel like a woman," he says. This tall, tanned and built guy with jet black eyes starts to walk slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time.
No one moves. As this man approaches, the woman begins to get excited. He removes his shirt. Muscles ripple across his chest as he reaches her, and extends the arm holding his shirt to the trembling woman, and whispers: "Iron this."
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Sharing:- Snails & A Husband
A wife and her husband were having a dinner party for all the major status figures in Rome, Italy.
The wife was very excited about this and wanted everything to be perfect. At the very last minute, she realized that she didn't have any snails for this dinner party, so she asked her husband to run down to the beach with the bucket she was handing him to gather some snails. Very grudgingly he agreed.
He took the bucket, walked out the door, down the steps, and out to the beach. As he was collecting the snails, he noticed a beautiful woman walking alongside the water just a little further down the beach. He kept thinking to himself "Wouldn't it be great if she would even just come down and talk to me." He went back to gathering the snails.
All of a sudden he looked up, and the beautiful woman was standing right over him. They got to talking, and she invited him back to her place.
They were at her apartment a ways down the beach, and they started messing around. It got so hot and heavy, that he was exhausted afterwards and passed out there.
At seven o'clock the next morning he woke up and exclaimed, "Oh no! My wife's dinner party!"
He gathered all his clothes, put them on really quickly, grabbed his bucket, and ran out the door.
He ran down the beach all the way to his apartment. He ran up the stairs of his apartment. He was in such a hurry that when he got to the top of the stairs, he dropped the bucket of snails.
There were snails all down the stairs. The door opened just then, with a very angry wife standing in the door way wondering where he's been all this time.
He looked at the snails on the steps, then he looked at her, then back at the snails and said - "Come on guys, we're almost there!"
The wife was very excited about this and wanted everything to be perfect. At the very last minute, she realized that she didn't have any snails for this dinner party, so she asked her husband to run down to the beach with the bucket she was handing him to gather some snails. Very grudgingly he agreed.
He took the bucket, walked out the door, down the steps, and out to the beach. As he was collecting the snails, he noticed a beautiful woman walking alongside the water just a little further down the beach. He kept thinking to himself "Wouldn't it be great if she would even just come down and talk to me." He went back to gathering the snails.
All of a sudden he looked up, and the beautiful woman was standing right over him. They got to talking, and she invited him back to her place.
They were at her apartment a ways down the beach, and they started messing around. It got so hot and heavy, that he was exhausted afterwards and passed out there.
At seven o'clock the next morning he woke up and exclaimed, "Oh no! My wife's dinner party!"
He gathered all his clothes, put them on really quickly, grabbed his bucket, and ran out the door.
He ran down the beach all the way to his apartment. He ran up the stairs of his apartment. He was in such a hurry that when he got to the top of the stairs, he dropped the bucket of snails.
There were snails all down the stairs. The door opened just then, with a very angry wife standing in the door way wondering where he's been all this time.
He looked at the snails on the steps, then he looked at her, then back at the snails and said - "Come on guys, we're almost there!"
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