This is a real emotional post by me so please for the sake of goodness dont post any derogatory comments and all.
My dear Grandma passed away on the saturday of diwali and i have to say this is the most painful experience i have ever been through.She was one of the few people who loved me unconditionally,always keeping tabs on me,asking about me no matter who she talked with or where she went.
She was an amazing soul ,probably the only person who wouldnt curse anybody,not even people who have been cruel and uncaring towards her.She had a lot of pain because of the treatment she would get from certain members of the family but she never said a thing about em even behind the backs of those people.
Everyone loved her,she was one of the most joyous people i knew,even after having a lot of pain both physical and mental she wouldnt let the smile go off her face.
She was a proper foodie always loved having food,especially sweets.
Thank you Grandma for all those beautiful memories and the years spent with you were some of the best i have lived,you were taken away from us much earlier than expected,you are in a better place for sure.You will never be forgotten "eina".
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Training Day
The movie of the same name was and still is one of the best movies i have seen to date which isnt a crude comedy[ala borat,bruno etc],infact it was so good that Denzel Washington got an Oscar for it,so it is a must see for people.Moving on ,this post obviously aint about a movie but about the fact that my "training" was about to commence,my college had set up some training thingy for al us BCA students with the help of HP[Hewlett Packard].Most of the bengalis were excited barring me and a few non bongs coz well at least i didnt want to travel half way across Calcutta for some shit hole training which i wouldnt be able to use at all in my life.
So the first thing to do was to decide what subjects training we would take,we had 2 choices Dot net and Java,as usual Sanket wanted to take Java for some God forsaken reason which i cannot remember,the majority wanted to take Dot net so you all know where i would go,and when almost everyone who Sanket knew opted for Dotnet he did the same.We had to go to this place in Karunamoyee near CK market to get the registration done and all.This was done in one day and this of course wasnt the part which got me oh so pissed that i had to post a blog bout it.
Most of us had to join some shitty Yahoo group so that we could get emails regarding all the information of training jobs etc provided by our college,now i dont check my email at all,maybe if i am bored to death i do but otherwise i done,so it was someone else who told me that our dates have been decided for the training i think it was Nikhil,i did get the mail from Nikita which in itself was a problem coz she wasnt in Calcutta at the time,fair enough i saw that my group,nikhil sandeep and i were all in D1 whose timings were as follows
Tuesday :4:30 Pm-6:30 Pm
Friday and Wednesday :9 Am-11 Am
Also written in the email was that training was to commence from the 7th of october
The 7th turned out to be a wednesday so off we went,the 3 amigos of college ,Sandy,nikh paji and the freak show[me],we reached the place at just the right time at 8:55 and entered the room where we were asked to come to,a lot of the students were seated eagerly waiting for something to happen,the 3 of us sat at the back as usual and were making stupid comments,cracking jokes the stuff we normally do,time was passing by 10 mins,20 mins,30 mins,passed,it became 10 Am then the door opened a bloke came in ,slammed a duster on the white board and left,
"Yay.....Magic" we screamed coz the duster wasnt coming off the board at all,stuck like your finger on the mouse when searching for porno,it became 10:15 then a lady came in [HOT PETITE CHICK!] and she said
"Sorry but you dont have class today......your timings have changed....its on saturday monday and tuesday from 2 Pm-4Pm"
WAIT WHAT?
I fucking woke up at 6 in the morning ,i went off to bed at 2 at nite,4 fucking hours of sleep and i had to fucking crap and eat my breakfast before 7 for some douche training,not only that i travelled half way across calcutta in the fucking morning takin me 1 hour to reach this douche place after which i had to walk around 15 mins to reach the fucking training centre and now oh miss pompous comes and tells us we DONT HAVE FUCKING TRAINING.
She then told us the timings had changed and that in anyway the training was to commence from Thursday and not from wednesday,pissed off as we were,we could not do anything but abuse[which as usual is my speciality],i reached home really pissed and all,but at least the timing was a little better and i would get the car for the duration of training,on the same day as soon as i reached home i got a message from Nikhil saying that the timing for training has changed ONCE AGAIN,now my training was only on Saturday from 9-4.....
Son of a bitch what the fuck is that timing?
I cant stay awake for more than 5 hours ,how the fuck am i gonna take this shit anyways?.Then sanket calls and tells me that he wont be goin for training at all coz its not important and that no one is gonna come to the first saturday of training[although this bugger had done 2 days of training already] i said i hadnt decided whether to go or not......he says that the instructor is a gujju[like him] who could be a relative and that it wasnt important ,he had asked the gujju whether we should come or not,nevertheless i did go on saturday again,sanket also did come even though he was hell bent on not coming.
Saturday comes again the same morning shit,again the same distance,again the same unprofessionalism ,we reached the college[now training was to commence there] but the lab where out training is to be is closed,we wait and wait and wait and we get the news that the HP trainers have also come but they dont have the keys to open the labs,the computer science department of our college does and they dont come to college before 10 AM,we reached college at 9 FUCK
When the labs were opened we got the petite teacher who came and told us
"you are going to have a test now,we want to gauge how much you know"
Fuck again i dont know jack bout anything in BCA its just by luck that i get 7.8 all the time,but then she also tells us that we can discuss and then write the answers,well our discussion [sandy nihk and mine] went from Object oriented programming to abusing bongs,abusing college,abusing the teachers,talking bout sex,talking bout chicks with large tits and how a petite chick is not what sandy likes at all.
The teach also told us that after the exam we were free to go and that there would not be any training today at all,so i went all the way just for some shit hole exam even where my attendance was not counted.
And people say that office goers arent punctual and are lazy,well so are the trainers and the whole fucking corporate structure,the only silver lining
out of all this is that the petite teacher is the only reason i am even contemplating attending the shit hole training.
FINGERS CROSSED
So the first thing to do was to decide what subjects training we would take,we had 2 choices Dot net and Java,as usual Sanket wanted to take Java for some God forsaken reason which i cannot remember,the majority wanted to take Dot net so you all know where i would go,and when almost everyone who Sanket knew opted for Dotnet he did the same.We had to go to this place in Karunamoyee near CK market to get the registration done and all.This was done in one day and this of course wasnt the part which got me oh so pissed that i had to post a blog bout it.
Most of us had to join some shitty Yahoo group so that we could get emails regarding all the information of training jobs etc provided by our college,now i dont check my email at all,maybe if i am bored to death i do but otherwise i done,so it was someone else who told me that our dates have been decided for the training i think it was Nikhil,i did get the mail from Nikita which in itself was a problem coz she wasnt in Calcutta at the time,fair enough i saw that my group,nikhil sandeep and i were all in D1 whose timings were as follows
Tuesday :4:30 Pm-6:30 Pm
Friday and Wednesday :9 Am-11 Am
Also written in the email was that training was to commence from the 7th of october
The 7th turned out to be a wednesday so off we went,the 3 amigos of college ,Sandy,nikh paji and the freak show[me],we reached the place at just the right time at 8:55 and entered the room where we were asked to come to,a lot of the students were seated eagerly waiting for something to happen,the 3 of us sat at the back as usual and were making stupid comments,cracking jokes the stuff we normally do,time was passing by 10 mins,20 mins,30 mins,passed,it became 10 Am then the door opened a bloke came in ,slammed a duster on the white board and left,
"Yay.....Magic" we screamed coz the duster wasnt coming off the board at all,stuck like your finger on the mouse when searching for porno,it became 10:15 then a lady came in [HOT PETITE CHICK!] and she said
"Sorry but you dont have class today......your timings have changed....its on saturday monday and tuesday from 2 Pm-4Pm"
WAIT WHAT?
I fucking woke up at 6 in the morning ,i went off to bed at 2 at nite,4 fucking hours of sleep and i had to fucking crap and eat my breakfast before 7 for some douche training,not only that i travelled half way across calcutta in the fucking morning takin me 1 hour to reach this douche place after which i had to walk around 15 mins to reach the fucking training centre and now oh miss pompous comes and tells us we DONT HAVE FUCKING TRAINING.
She then told us the timings had changed and that in anyway the training was to commence from Thursday and not from wednesday,pissed off as we were,we could not do anything but abuse[which as usual is my speciality],i reached home really pissed and all,but at least the timing was a little better and i would get the car for the duration of training,on the same day as soon as i reached home i got a message from Nikhil saying that the timing for training has changed ONCE AGAIN,now my training was only on Saturday from 9-4.....
Son of a bitch what the fuck is that timing?
I cant stay awake for more than 5 hours ,how the fuck am i gonna take this shit anyways?.Then sanket calls and tells me that he wont be goin for training at all coz its not important and that no one is gonna come to the first saturday of training[although this bugger had done 2 days of training already] i said i hadnt decided whether to go or not......he says that the instructor is a gujju[like him] who could be a relative and that it wasnt important ,he had asked the gujju whether we should come or not,nevertheless i did go on saturday again,sanket also did come even though he was hell bent on not coming.
Saturday comes again the same morning shit,again the same distance,again the same unprofessionalism ,we reached the college[now training was to commence there] but the lab where out training is to be is closed,we wait and wait and wait and we get the news that the HP trainers have also come but they dont have the keys to open the labs,the computer science department of our college does and they dont come to college before 10 AM,we reached college at 9 FUCK
When the labs were opened we got the petite teacher who came and told us
"you are going to have a test now,we want to gauge how much you know"
Fuck again i dont know jack bout anything in BCA its just by luck that i get 7.8 all the time,but then she also tells us that we can discuss and then write the answers,well our discussion [sandy nihk and mine] went from Object oriented programming to abusing bongs,abusing college,abusing the teachers,talking bout sex,talking bout chicks with large tits and how a petite chick is not what sandy likes at all.
The teach also told us that after the exam we were free to go and that there would not be any training today at all,so i went all the way just for some shit hole exam even where my attendance was not counted.
And people say that office goers arent punctual and are lazy,well so are the trainers and the whole fucking corporate structure,the only silver lining
out of all this is that the petite teacher is the only reason i am even contemplating attending the shit hole training.
FINGERS CROSSED
Thursday, October 8, 2009
My name Jaki Kabir
St Thomas' is like a goldmine for a diverse range of students,we had the gays,we had the straights,we had the bisexuals,we had the comedians,we had the abusers,we had the quite folk,we had the geeks, we had the nerds,we had the losers,we had those perfect people,we had the jocks,we had the cocks,we had it all cept of course females coz its an all boys school and of course we had the good old
fashioned freaks of nature.
The first few pals i made in the school turned out to be the freakiest bunch ever,one guy became a drug addict in fact two of em are hardcore drug addicts ,another is an alcoholic,but no one takes the cake like my good friend Zaki Kabir does,i mean he is so freaky you dont even need to get him drunk to watch him in full flowing action.
Built like a typical tough guy ,the only reason people didnt consider him tough was coz he was way short,i mean not very short but if you are shorter than me i will pick on you every single day of your life,the dude did have a good set of muscles and all that.A decent enough sportsperson and all around complete retard.
He would often come to my class,during recess,just to see us,most of his good friends were in science and he was in commerce,or he would come just to fuck around i dont know,and all off a sudden he would just start singing any romantic song is his loud booming voice for no reason,i cant remember which songs but for sure some SRK movie songs,and as ever present there would be one guy sitting on
a desk oblivious to what is going on ,he would not even be part of the group or even the conversation but as soon as he would hear some music on ,boom he would start banging on the desk ,keeping a set rhythm while Zaki would keep on singing one song after another,fucking medley.
Then of course since he was an STB student ,he was always on the verge of starting a fight,often his singing would lead to a build up to a fight ,but we knew the drill he would never fight ,he just wanted to show he wasnt fazed or scared of no one,still we would play the part of peace maker,holding back the 2 people who wanted to "rip" each other to shreds
"Nahi bhai chorr de woh bachcha hai"
"Kya Zaki chor na yaar sala har din ladhai kyu karta hain?"
The greatest hits collection of Zaki constitute of some of his craziness and absolute stupidity,for example one day we were waiting to cross the road,now if you people dont know Calcutta is notorious for hit and runs,especially by buses,and so we all are waiting for a bus to pass,the bus had slowed down to let off some passengers and was reving up to accelerate when
BOOOOOOM!......BOOOOM!
two fucking huge hits from his hand to the bus drivers entrance,and the bus stops in its tracks,the bus driver is flummoxed
Zaki:AAAAAEEEEEEE RUUUUUK RUUUUUUK .......
and he crosses unfaced ,while we scamper to cross the street,we were just gald the driver didnt step on the accelerator and run over the bloke but i guess Zaki could have stopped that also.
In class 10 he was the moniter of the class,trying to keep the class disciplined in STB is no easy job i can assure you of that,but Zaki would try his level best and as usual when the ruckus would be too loud and uncontrollable up would step the great leader of the masses,bang his hand on the teachers desk
shout out
"IF ANY BODY WILL TALK I WILL HIT YOU[pointing to babla]"
Babla:arrey hum kya kiya ,humko kyu marega?
and of course when a teacher would come to class ,Zaki would shout out
"Whole the class stand up"
yes we can....and we will.....
But the blokes greatest one liner still remains an amazing memory and this would happen on a regular basis,this conversation
Me:Achcha Zaki tum toh STB mein 12 saal se par rahe ho
Zaki:ha yes ha
Me:STB english medium school hain na bhai
Zaki:ha hain
Me:Achca toh tum 5 line english ka bol do without errors aur main maan jaoonga ke tum english jaante ho
Zaki:Theek hai Adeem......My name Jaki Kabir.....
WRONG!
The first fucking line is wrong and he had been in the school from class 1 right upto 12 and the guy couldnt speak one straight line of english,and the worst bit is that everytime,everyday i would ask him this question his response would be the same
MY NAME JAKI KABIR
MY NAME JAKI KABIR
fashioned freaks of nature.
The first few pals i made in the school turned out to be the freakiest bunch ever,one guy became a drug addict in fact two of em are hardcore drug addicts ,another is an alcoholic,but no one takes the cake like my good friend Zaki Kabir does,i mean he is so freaky you dont even need to get him drunk to watch him in full flowing action.
Built like a typical tough guy ,the only reason people didnt consider him tough was coz he was way short,i mean not very short but if you are shorter than me i will pick on you every single day of your life,the dude did have a good set of muscles and all that.A decent enough sportsperson and all around complete retard.
He would often come to my class,during recess,just to see us,most of his good friends were in science and he was in commerce,or he would come just to fuck around i dont know,and all off a sudden he would just start singing any romantic song is his loud booming voice for no reason,i cant remember which songs but for sure some SRK movie songs,and as ever present there would be one guy sitting on
a desk oblivious to what is going on ,he would not even be part of the group or even the conversation but as soon as he would hear some music on ,boom he would start banging on the desk ,keeping a set rhythm while Zaki would keep on singing one song after another,fucking medley.
Then of course since he was an STB student ,he was always on the verge of starting a fight,often his singing would lead to a build up to a fight ,but we knew the drill he would never fight ,he just wanted to show he wasnt fazed or scared of no one,still we would play the part of peace maker,holding back the 2 people who wanted to "rip" each other to shreds
"Nahi bhai chorr de woh bachcha hai"
"Kya Zaki chor na yaar sala har din ladhai kyu karta hain?"
The greatest hits collection of Zaki constitute of some of his craziness and absolute stupidity,for example one day we were waiting to cross the road,now if you people dont know Calcutta is notorious for hit and runs,especially by buses,and so we all are waiting for a bus to pass,the bus had slowed down to let off some passengers and was reving up to accelerate when
BOOOOOOM!......BOOOOM!
two fucking huge hits from his hand to the bus drivers entrance,and the bus stops in its tracks,the bus driver is flummoxed
Zaki:AAAAAEEEEEEE RUUUUUK RUUUUUUK .......
and he crosses unfaced ,while we scamper to cross the street,we were just gald the driver didnt step on the accelerator and run over the bloke but i guess Zaki could have stopped that also.
In class 10 he was the moniter of the class,trying to keep the class disciplined in STB is no easy job i can assure you of that,but Zaki would try his level best and as usual when the ruckus would be too loud and uncontrollable up would step the great leader of the masses,bang his hand on the teachers desk
shout out
"IF ANY BODY WILL TALK I WILL HIT YOU[pointing to babla]"
Babla:arrey hum kya kiya ,humko kyu marega?
and of course when a teacher would come to class ,Zaki would shout out
"Whole the class stand up"
yes we can....and we will.....
But the blokes greatest one liner still remains an amazing memory and this would happen on a regular basis,this conversation
Me:Achcha Zaki tum toh STB mein 12 saal se par rahe ho
Zaki:ha yes ha
Me:STB english medium school hain na bhai
Zaki:ha hain
Me:Achca toh tum 5 line english ka bol do without errors aur main maan jaoonga ke tum english jaante ho
Zaki:Theek hai Adeem......My name Jaki Kabir.....
WRONG!
The first fucking line is wrong and he had been in the school from class 1 right upto 12 and the guy couldnt speak one straight line of english,and the worst bit is that everytime,everyday i would ask him this question his response would be the same
MY NAME JAKI KABIR
MY NAME JAKI KABIR
Monday, October 5, 2009
Sports Day
We all know by now i am not the sporty type,sure i watch a ton of sports,especially football....GO LIVERPOOL GO.....but i was never cut out to be a sportsperson especially due to one freaky accident i had in class 1 when in me old school Our Own English High School Dubai ,we were having trials for the Relay dash,and we were asked to run from one side of the small field to the other side,now since it is
Dubai ,the small field was made of concrete,not grass but con-fucking-crete,BANG!.....went the gun i started running and by some freaky weird incident my leg got entangled with another kid's,i fell straight down,my faced scrapped the good old concrete,when i got up i was a bloody mess,the entire right side of my face was destroyed,i mean skin was dangling off and all,me teeth became loose and i couldnt eat solid food for like 2 weeks.That one incident got me shit scared as well as me family and they never forced me into sports ever again,they made me play the keyboards which is far worse......
So i spent 7 years in Dubai,skipping any and every sports meet possible,which means i got to be good old fatty boy,i have reduced a good bit now but back then i was a Big Mac.....so i came back to me home town Calcutta the city of joy and all that,STB well you must know what STB is like by now,check out my older posts if you dont have any idea at all,all is going fine,i mean day in day out i was getting
abused the first year,name calling and all that .....but one day during an assembly a teacher yells out there will be march practice and so the last two periods will be reserved for that...and then after the march practice there would be trials for certain events.
So after the 6th period the bell goes off,i am a new kid dont know nothing bout the school and i see almost all the students heading off into the huge field that we have,i mean its like 3-4 football fields if not more....and we had like the many buildings of our school surrounding it with a few benches to sit on,the field has all these track markings with white chalk and all,10 minutes pass but no one is marching at all,all i see are 6 groups of people standing about,a few teachers per group and the group contains just the house captains and a few blokes who do wanna march,everyone else is standing at the sides of the field for God knows what reason,which i am gonna find out soon.
You see no one ever wants to march,we are FORCED to march,so the march mayhem begins,i see from a distance that around 50-60 students come running from one corner of the field ,zoom by us and hide in the technical block,i wonder what is going on,the i see a similar no of boys run in another direction from the opposite side and hide in some classrooms,a few minutes later a prefect comes up
and asks me
"Hey you are Lytton?????"
I reply "No i am Reading"
Lytton,reading,wescott,vyse, and 2 more names were there i cant remember,these were the houses in our school,our school had so many fucking students we needed 6 houses just to accomodate em,so now i understood,guys were running away from their own prefects coz if you were caught by your prefect you were made to march your ass off for like an hour and 30 minutes,with constant slagging off and abuses by the prefects coz we "coudlnt march right" and that "we suck" the moter fucking prefects would never march in the heat just chase us guys around.
Oh and we did have some incentive to march about for like 3 weeks day in day out....we would score like 100 points in the sports day and we would get a large cake to be eaten by all us marchers,the reality was that the ake would get eaten by the prefects with us getting absolutely nothing,so the best way to avoid getting caught was to remove our belt and wear some other house's belt,
"Are you wescott????"
"nope reading"
"Are you reading????"
"nope lytton"
On and on and on we would go,i never did take part in any of the school sports days at all.....never even attended one to support my house,in fact we had a douche as out house captain QAM......that mofo would often catch hold of me and first of all demand that i go march and when i would refuse he would come and tell me that i would be the "anchor weight" in the tug of war competition,fuck off randi ,was my response on all of the occasions......
The sports day wasnt all about the marching tere were all those athletic events and all,most of these events were won by either the kids from Mizoram and all or by some anglo christian bloke,Lal Sangamanga Riki,Riki Junior,Riki Senior,Lalamapunga, and all.....so the sports day was actually some freak get together of the "other people" in our school........oh yeah i remember
Lal San Puiyaa....Saiyaaaan mann Guiiyaaa.....me pals know whats this about!
Dubai ,the small field was made of concrete,not grass but con-fucking-crete,BANG!.....went the gun i started running and by some freaky weird incident my leg got entangled with another kid's,i fell straight down,my faced scrapped the good old concrete,when i got up i was a bloody mess,the entire right side of my face was destroyed,i mean skin was dangling off and all,me teeth became loose and i couldnt eat solid food for like 2 weeks.That one incident got me shit scared as well as me family and they never forced me into sports ever again,they made me play the keyboards which is far worse......
So i spent 7 years in Dubai,skipping any and every sports meet possible,which means i got to be good old fatty boy,i have reduced a good bit now but back then i was a Big Mac.....so i came back to me home town Calcutta the city of joy and all that,STB well you must know what STB is like by now,check out my older posts if you dont have any idea at all,all is going fine,i mean day in day out i was getting
abused the first year,name calling and all that .....but one day during an assembly a teacher yells out there will be march practice and so the last two periods will be reserved for that...and then after the march practice there would be trials for certain events.
So after the 6th period the bell goes off,i am a new kid dont know nothing bout the school and i see almost all the students heading off into the huge field that we have,i mean its like 3-4 football fields if not more....and we had like the many buildings of our school surrounding it with a few benches to sit on,the field has all these track markings with white chalk and all,10 minutes pass but no one is marching at all,all i see are 6 groups of people standing about,a few teachers per group and the group contains just the house captains and a few blokes who do wanna march,everyone else is standing at the sides of the field for God knows what reason,which i am gonna find out soon.
You see no one ever wants to march,we are FORCED to march,so the march mayhem begins,i see from a distance that around 50-60 students come running from one corner of the field ,zoom by us and hide in the technical block,i wonder what is going on,the i see a similar no of boys run in another direction from the opposite side and hide in some classrooms,a few minutes later a prefect comes up
and asks me
"Hey you are Lytton?????"
I reply "No i am Reading"
Lytton,reading,wescott,vyse, and 2 more names were there i cant remember,these were the houses in our school,our school had so many fucking students we needed 6 houses just to accomodate em,so now i understood,guys were running away from their own prefects coz if you were caught by your prefect you were made to march your ass off for like an hour and 30 minutes,with constant slagging off and abuses by the prefects coz we "coudlnt march right" and that "we suck" the moter fucking prefects would never march in the heat just chase us guys around.
Oh and we did have some incentive to march about for like 3 weeks day in day out....we would score like 100 points in the sports day and we would get a large cake to be eaten by all us marchers,the reality was that the ake would get eaten by the prefects with us getting absolutely nothing,so the best way to avoid getting caught was to remove our belt and wear some other house's belt,
"Are you wescott????"
"nope reading"
"Are you reading????"
"nope lytton"
On and on and on we would go,i never did take part in any of the school sports days at all.....never even attended one to support my house,in fact we had a douche as out house captain QAM......that mofo would often catch hold of me and first of all demand that i go march and when i would refuse he would come and tell me that i would be the "anchor weight" in the tug of war competition,fuck off randi ,was my response on all of the occasions......
The sports day wasnt all about the marching tere were all those athletic events and all,most of these events were won by either the kids from Mizoram and all or by some anglo christian bloke,Lal Sangamanga Riki,Riki Junior,Riki Senior,Lalamapunga, and all.....so the sports day was actually some freak get together of the "other people" in our school........oh yeah i remember
Lal San Puiyaa....Saiyaaaan mann Guiiyaaa.....me pals know whats this about!
Friday, October 2, 2009
S-P-E-L-L-O-M-A-......oh fuck off
I dont really know what is wrong with the normal "sports" in the world,i mean football,cricket,hockey,motor racing...all are great forms of sport and competition,but for some reason thats not good enough for the americans,they came up with basketball,"american" football,ice hockey[ok give that one to the canadians as well] and the great american past time baseball.They are the only
people who do play these sports seriously and they win ,well most of the times barring Spain's gold medal in Basketball or the domination of The Soviet Union and Canada in hockey,and the best pitcher in the MLB is CC Sabathia who aint American and well the the best Hitters in the game are A Rod,Ichiro Suzuki and Big Papi none of em americans....well that just proves they cant win their own created games as well.....so now we know the reason for the creation of other crappy "sport" events ,like stacking,where they stack cups real fast and in formations and all,and of course the one craze which has hit almost every nation "THE SPELLING BEE"....which was broadcast on ESPN of all channels for a few years till ABC got the rights,you know where a stupid kid comes up and spells real hard words which no one has ever heard off and which no one ever uses,by the way the people who normally win this spelling bee are indian americans.....so there we go
As usual we Indians were not far behind,well actually STB was not far behind,trying to prove that it is a
modern school with a ton of talented and smart kids ,they came up with their own SPELL O MANIA.....which was held first in 2006 i think,i remember K C ,that english freaky maam who would make such crappy pronunciations of words....like ocarina was "oh-kareeena".....so she was one of the judges and heads in creating and organizing the entire competition,there was a prelim where the students were asked to spell out words on a paper and those who got most right would be selected,i didnt get through but a few of me pals did,Chintoo also got through but he was later told that he would have to be the Emcee or host of the FIRST EVER ANNUAL SPELLOMANIA of STB,wow what an honour.....Chintoo couldnt shut up for a couple of days,
Chintoo:I am going to be the host man,i will control the show....
he would go on and on and on and on until some one would shut him up......but that wouldnt be enough to tell him to cut the crap,he would continue later and go on and on.....but the Dark Lord's above and below had a special plan for his bloating and gloating
So as usual the day of he competition came,everyone was excited coz we would get to miss the last 3 periods of the day......yaaaaay.......but only the science students got that privilege,we went into the hall and saw that the teams were already on stage,the 6 houses were all present with 2 representatives for each house.....Rohit was on the stage with the mic getting all prepped up for his day.....and then KC
entered with a few more teachers and Harami Wheatley who as usual started off by saying that we must be quite,not make noise,be respectful....in his fucking pitiful english anglo 'i am so much better and whiter than you guys' tone....fucking randwa.......but as usual we didnt give a fuck to him and as per usual the show /competition started off much later than expected,so Rohit started off his speech....Chintoo[rohit] made the introductions and was using emacculate english,fucking geeko.....so as he is about to start the first round,KC jumps on stage and takes the mic from him and she also makes a crap assed speech,and as rohit is expecting the mic to come back to him,KC starts the competitions....rohit confused just stands on the stage.....while KC does all off the emceeing and all
that.....while Rohit ends up just passing the mic around from one set of contestants to another.......the poor bloke didnt even get a chance to ask one question....while KC was doing all her dramabazee...rohit was just standing in one corner of the stage and passing the mic whenever KC decided to make him a part.......
Rohit did have a closing speech but after the speech he was the joke of the month ,and as you people know me i wouldnt let him off the hook so easily,i mean he had to pay for his gloating...sala waiter ban gaya.....what was the most important thing you did all day???....oh yeah pass the mike....this went on and on and on till one day the "silent assassin" thingy came up thanks to KC again....that is a story for
another day....
We were part of a 2nd Spellomania as well,this time also it hink Rohit was the emcee....but whoever it was he did have more power and control over the show,the only funny bit was when Kaps Baba was asked to spell a word and he got it round and while we were applauding he raised his right hand Nazi style....right infront of our then Princi Fuller....who also looked like a Nazi with his Hitler Moustache.....well i guess thats why Kaps did do it.....just to impress another Nazi.....from one to another i guess....All H-A-I-L............TING!
people who do play these sports seriously and they win ,well most of the times barring Spain's gold medal in Basketball or the domination of The Soviet Union and Canada in hockey,and the best pitcher in the MLB is CC Sabathia who aint American and well the the best Hitters in the game are A Rod,Ichiro Suzuki and Big Papi none of em americans....well that just proves they cant win their own created games as well.....so now we know the reason for the creation of other crappy "sport" events ,like stacking,where they stack cups real fast and in formations and all,and of course the one craze which has hit almost every nation "THE SPELLING BEE"....which was broadcast on ESPN of all channels for a few years till ABC got the rights,you know where a stupid kid comes up and spells real hard words which no one has ever heard off and which no one ever uses,by the way the people who normally win this spelling bee are indian americans.....so there we go
As usual we Indians were not far behind,well actually STB was not far behind,trying to prove that it is a
modern school with a ton of talented and smart kids ,they came up with their own SPELL O MANIA.....which was held first in 2006 i think,i remember K C ,that english freaky maam who would make such crappy pronunciations of words....like ocarina was "oh-kareeena".....so she was one of the judges and heads in creating and organizing the entire competition,there was a prelim where the students were asked to spell out words on a paper and those who got most right would be selected,i didnt get through but a few of me pals did,Chintoo also got through but he was later told that he would have to be the Emcee or host of the FIRST EVER ANNUAL SPELLOMANIA of STB,wow what an honour.....Chintoo couldnt shut up for a couple of days,
Chintoo:I am going to be the host man,i will control the show....
he would go on and on and on and on until some one would shut him up......but that wouldnt be enough to tell him to cut the crap,he would continue later and go on and on.....but the Dark Lord's above and below had a special plan for his bloating and gloating
So as usual the day of he competition came,everyone was excited coz we would get to miss the last 3 periods of the day......yaaaaay.......but only the science students got that privilege,we went into the hall and saw that the teams were already on stage,the 6 houses were all present with 2 representatives for each house.....Rohit was on the stage with the mic getting all prepped up for his day.....and then KC
entered with a few more teachers and Harami Wheatley who as usual started off by saying that we must be quite,not make noise,be respectful....in his fucking pitiful english anglo 'i am so much better and whiter than you guys' tone....fucking randwa.......but as usual we didnt give a fuck to him and as per usual the show /competition started off much later than expected,so Rohit started off his speech....Chintoo[rohit] made the introductions and was using emacculate english,fucking geeko.....so as he is about to start the first round,KC jumps on stage and takes the mic from him and she also makes a crap assed speech,and as rohit is expecting the mic to come back to him,KC starts the competitions....rohit confused just stands on the stage.....while KC does all off the emceeing and all
that.....while Rohit ends up just passing the mic around from one set of contestants to another.......the poor bloke didnt even get a chance to ask one question....while KC was doing all her dramabazee...rohit was just standing in one corner of the stage and passing the mic whenever KC decided to make him a part.......
Rohit did have a closing speech but after the speech he was the joke of the month ,and as you people know me i wouldnt let him off the hook so easily,i mean he had to pay for his gloating...sala waiter ban gaya.....what was the most important thing you did all day???....oh yeah pass the mike....this went on and on and on till one day the "silent assassin" thingy came up thanks to KC again....that is a story for
another day....
We were part of a 2nd Spellomania as well,this time also it hink Rohit was the emcee....but whoever it was he did have more power and control over the show,the only funny bit was when Kaps Baba was asked to spell a word and he got it round and while we were applauding he raised his right hand Nazi style....right infront of our then Princi Fuller....who also looked like a Nazi with his Hitler Moustache.....well i guess thats why Kaps did do it.....just to impress another Nazi.....from one to another i guess....All H-A-I-L............TING!
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
FQ
Now we all have at least taken 1 freaking test trying to find out what our IQ is.....you know Iq "intelligence quotient" well in one exam i got a 137 ,although that would certify me to be a genius ,not many of my friends would dare even think bout calling me a genius ,so much for that IQ testy,now FQ is a totally different matter,you know they say that beauty is only sking deep,and love is blind and all that crap.....
How do you rate a chick or a guy?[for all the girls and gays out there]......the answer to all your problems is FQ or Fuck Quotient.......people normally rate a "person" as to how good looking they are or for the ladies out there how much cash a guy has,well gujju guys do the same for a chick so as you can see there are a ton of problems regarding the ratings of a "person"......thats why i came up with the FQ ......it simply is a score out of 100 for a chick or guy ,the higher the score is,the more likely you would wanna fuck em.......
But its not as simple,although most people would go for a person with a high FQ,the criteria set per person is different ,for example for my set of criteria for scoring a FQ for a chick is.....
20 -Face
15-Tits
15-humour
15-Body
10-Language
10-Hairstyle
05-Music
05-Football
05-Abusing
as you can see the score differs for different people,i want a chick who can abuse ,yes,but that is not the most important,neither is the football liking or having a same taste in music as i would,but face,tits humour and body count a lot more,so does language as in she must and i repeat MUST know english well,in fact she shld be real good in english or at least be as good as i am.
so each person can judge on a different scale,people can forgo the hairstyle thingy,i like chicks with long hair,people can replace the last 3 for something that they can relate to,hell man desperate people can lower the score of Face tits and all that,it all depends on what a person wants and thinks,i might give a chick a score of 80 but another person may give it a 90 or a 60,plus these scores also help in deciding what to do with the chick.......
FQ Action
0-10 You dont know anyone who scores so low,if you do,you are an asshole
11-20 If and i stress IF you know someone who scores in this bracket,avoid them at all costs,you could sms them once in like 6 months
21-30 Again to be avoided ,but the sms' could be a little higher like once in 2 months,plus you could add em on FB or orkut
31-40 Chat with em once in a while on them networking sites
41-50 Halfway mark,you could chat with em regularly,if you are that desperate,typical sister material
51-60 If your date level is not high and desperation is HIGH ,then go for it
61-70 Average ,nothing good,but nothing bad as well,fuckable maybe enjoyable maybe not depends
71-80 The hot friend you always wanted to bed ,we all have one but we cant do jack about it
81-90 That hot chicks you find somewhere hidden ,like a diamonds in a coal mine,untouchable,unbelievable,but its always there and out of reach,any chance at all with this score DO IT DO IT.....DO IT FUCKING NOW!
90-100 This score is exclusively reserved for very few chicks,of course celebs come into this category but it is the score for that one amazing chick that you find somewhere random and you dont think should i or should i not?.....you gots to gots to go for it,if you get the chance.........but this is the chick of your dreams and you cant let go of it
100+ Yes there are some girls who you would rate and give em a score of 100+ but only 1 or 2 can fit into this score ,some chick who no matter what form they are in or how they look or how bad a time they are passing through ,you would fuck em no matter what.......even if it means certain death,Aids ,STD's anything but that chick is the one you would die fucking.......i mean i would
And just so you know i do rate celebs on the scale......so here we go
Angelina Jolie-90 ......she is old now....and been fucked far too many times
Britney Spears-100+.....she is the on true love of mine,i would even take the bald version.....
Charisma Carpenter-85....check her out on the Tv show Angel.....
Demi Moore-80....an old titless milf
Priyanka Chopra-100+.....the only indian chick who is a 100+ for me
Salma Hayek-80
Penelope Cruz-90
and the list goes on and on and on.....oh yeah pornstars should not be FQ'd coz it makes no sense.they been done in so many times......it really is a joke for the FQ scale......so go on start rating ...FQ all the way
PS:Please for the love of God dont go to females and start telling them how fuckable they are and all,that only works on whores and prostis ,you will get slammed in jail,and dont fucking blame me for all this,this stuff has to be done secretly,dont go screaming about aloud bout FQ and all.......
How do you rate a chick or a guy?[for all the girls and gays out there]......the answer to all your problems is FQ or Fuck Quotient.......people normally rate a "person" as to how good looking they are or for the ladies out there how much cash a guy has,well gujju guys do the same for a chick so as you can see there are a ton of problems regarding the ratings of a "person"......thats why i came up with the FQ ......it simply is a score out of 100 for a chick or guy ,the higher the score is,the more likely you would wanna fuck em.......
But its not as simple,although most people would go for a person with a high FQ,the criteria set per person is different ,for example for my set of criteria for scoring a FQ for a chick is.....
20 -Face
15-Tits
15-humour
15-Body
10-Language
10-Hairstyle
05-Music
05-Football
05-Abusing
as you can see the score differs for different people,i want a chick who can abuse ,yes,but that is not the most important,neither is the football liking or having a same taste in music as i would,but face,tits humour and body count a lot more,so does language as in she must and i repeat MUST know english well,in fact she shld be real good in english or at least be as good as i am.
so each person can judge on a different scale,people can forgo the hairstyle thingy,i like chicks with long hair,people can replace the last 3 for something that they can relate to,hell man desperate people can lower the score of Face tits and all that,it all depends on what a person wants and thinks,i might give a chick a score of 80 but another person may give it a 90 or a 60,plus these scores also help in deciding what to do with the chick.......
FQ Action
0-10 You dont know anyone who scores so low,if you do,you are an asshole
11-20 If and i stress IF you know someone who scores in this bracket,avoid them at all costs,you could sms them once in like 6 months
21-30 Again to be avoided ,but the sms' could be a little higher like once in 2 months,plus you could add em on FB or orkut
31-40 Chat with em once in a while on them networking sites
41-50 Halfway mark,you could chat with em regularly,if you are that desperate,typical sister material
51-60 If your date level is not high and desperation is HIGH ,then go for it
61-70 Average ,nothing good,but nothing bad as well,fuckable maybe enjoyable maybe not depends
71-80 The hot friend you always wanted to bed ,we all have one but we cant do jack about it
81-90 That hot chicks you find somewhere hidden ,like a diamonds in a coal mine,untouchable,unbelievable,but its always there and out of reach,any chance at all with this score DO IT DO IT.....DO IT FUCKING NOW!
90-100 This score is exclusively reserved for very few chicks,of course celebs come into this category but it is the score for that one amazing chick that you find somewhere random and you dont think should i or should i not?.....you gots to gots to go for it,if you get the chance.........but this is the chick of your dreams and you cant let go of it
100+ Yes there are some girls who you would rate and give em a score of 100+ but only 1 or 2 can fit into this score ,some chick who no matter what form they are in or how they look or how bad a time they are passing through ,you would fuck em no matter what.......even if it means certain death,Aids ,STD's anything but that chick is the one you would die fucking.......i mean i would
And just so you know i do rate celebs on the scale......so here we go
Angelina Jolie-90 ......she is old now....and been fucked far too many times
Britney Spears-100+.....she is the on true love of mine,i would even take the bald version.....
Charisma Carpenter-85....check her out on the Tv show Angel.....
Demi Moore-80....an old titless milf
Priyanka Chopra-100+.....the only indian chick who is a 100+ for me
Salma Hayek-80
Penelope Cruz-90
and the list goes on and on and on.....oh yeah pornstars should not be FQ'd coz it makes no sense.they been done in so many times......it really is a joke for the FQ scale......so go on start rating ...FQ all the way
PS:Please for the love of God dont go to females and start telling them how fuckable they are and all,that only works on whores and prostis ,you will get slammed in jail,and dont fucking blame me for all this,this stuff has to be done secretly,dont go screaming about aloud bout FQ and all.......
Black Saddath 3:How many times can we screw up?
Now although we had a killer line up for the band,i mean we did have one of the best guitar players in calcutta playing for us...if you assholes dont know already it was and still is Adil,guitar fucking God man,we had the ever improving son of the God.not Jesus,am talking bout Babla,playing the bass and on certain occasions the rhythm guitar as well,for all the wealth of talent we had,we screwed up so much more than a new prostitute in the flesh trade,i mean it was either me or nagu or gablu or pogo always screwing up sometime or another ,i dont think we ever had a perfect show,well we did have 1 perfect show ,that was the first competition i went to,absolutely perfect no glitches or problems at all,but as usual all good thing come to an end,and in this case a stuttering end.
The first real screw up i remember is of course of the nagu man[somraj for all of you people who keep forgetting],the guy is a pretty decent drummer but for some reason at home and at practice he will be perfect but on stage he is a nervous wreck like he is getting the reports to find out if he has AIDS or not,i mean just before we would go on stage he would be in pieces,moving all around the back stage,shaking his sticks all the time,asking the others bout the layout of the songs,the counts and all,and almost on a regular basis he would jack up some song or another by missing a beat,losing his drumstick[not a chicken one] or just forgetting what to do in a song.He has screwed up in almost every show,but we should cut him some slack coz he is partly bihari.....
Then we had another screw up when we went to play at nicco park,we were playing the ever classic "Fear of the Dark"-Iron Maiden,and afzal did screw up the timing of one of the parts,but adil made up for it and we won the bloody competition ,we still were better than almost every other band,even after the screw up we were that damn good,so it really doesnt count as a screw up.
There was this show with me playing with pogo,gablu,eeessshhhkkkkyyyyy and sumitano dickhead!
yes sumitano was gonna SING?????yes oh yes he was,again we decided to play that good old stable STB song "Breaking the Law"-Judas Priest ,and man did we suck,i almost gave up halfway through the song when pogo decides to take it up a notch and he fucking dropped his drumstick yet again and we sounded crap,although we were placed like 12th out of 30 bands,we did get some respect coz gablu improvised and did a quite unique solo.By the way Sumits singin was really off man,as off as you waking your dad at 3 in the morning for some cola,oh wait nagu has already done that to his dad.
Then an infamous horlicks fest ,in fact 2 tales have to be told from this one fest which i attended twice,so the first time we went we had to fight with our Vice Princy Madar chod Wheatley didnt allow us to attend the fest but thanks to LJ Fuller ,our "distinguished" princi we could attend it that too on short notice,so when we did go to the show [all 6 of us] we were told we can go on stage with just 3 instruments.....so obviously guitar check,bass check,drum check,rhythm???? keyboard?????
ummm no way......so i said "fuck it i aint goin on stage to be a choir singin group"
babla and gablu did go,although afzal sang well,babla and gablu sang off scale and off tune......but thats what we get in a bachcha fest.
The 2nd time around the fest was attended by babla,nagu chintoo and me,adil couldnt attend coz he was one of the judges,so we and by we i mean adil made a kickass rap rock song "Godfather",which to tell you the truth is amazing,and we practiced our ass off for that song,made it amazing and we were gonna perform that one song and that song alone,then babla said "No we need another song",we did do "American Idiot"-Greenday but it wasnt good,so we decided to not do that,but play and extended version of Godfather,the day of the show came and we played Godfather,everyone liked it .....and i mean everyone ,we played the extended version and we rocked and kickass,then when we were about to go off stage,
Babla:And we have another song for you guys..........American Idiot
and he starts playing......nagu who has left the drums runs back to start playing,i had switched off the keyboard and now had to find me tones again,and i kid you not it was the Worst rendition of any song EVER!....not even fucking close to anything good.....and as usual nagu forgot the song and the timings and all....as usual....oh yeah i stopped playing halfway through the song coz i completely forgot it......
safe to say we didnt win.......
There was another show which out dear sir Hiland told us to go to,where we had to play one hindi song at least,so adil picked up that aadat song and we went to the show,man it was bad,firstly all the schools were those christian schools,they all brought their choirs,we were the only "band",when the competition did start they all sang choir songs with just one or 2 instruments,we guys were all the while cursing Hiland,who was busy flirting with all the girls possible,it was an anglo chinese paradise man,we went to play on stage with as usual our staple "Breaking the Law" and "Its my Life" which were good,but Aadat was so way off,only adil and babla were any good that day,afzal gablu nagu and i sucked ass BIG TIME
Recently we played at nagu's college,where a massive BETRAY happened,babla was supposed to play with us but at the last minute he said he couldnt play with us coz "Weaponshop" were gonna play there.......anyways Adil did compensate by making 3 songs in 2 days [they were decent songs] we also decided to play "Kryptonite"-3 Doors Down,where i would play the SOLO....yay.....but the person singing the song would be Momocha Furailatpam Sharma[i know the spellings all wrong] he is this seniors of nagu,and you dont get one word of what he says in English,as russel peters defines so well....
"dont say nothing bed".......check him out on youtube
The songs we played that day,well some of em were gay,as usual Momocha-da.....came up on stage for the final performance....he forgot the timings the words and people couldnt make head or tail of what he was singing
The other songs were sung by chintoo,and as usual nagu would screw up,chintoo screwed up,i also did screw up but people couldnt make out my faults......the best performer of that day was gujju on bass...
by the way babla's decision not to play with us is the first and most MASSIVE BETRAY!
Weaponshop did win the competition tied with another band.......BETRAY?
Now after 2 years of being on the music circuit i have hung up my "boots" "bags" and "keyboards",am quite pleased with all that i have been part with......oh the crazy good old days.......if only i really could go back.....i bet almost everyone thinks the same........by the way WEAPONSHOP ARE FUCKING AWESOME....i did go to one of their shows .....so do check em out if possible at all
PS:I know i took a long time to make this post,but i was very ill for a week.....just recovered.....so enjoy....
The first real screw up i remember is of course of the nagu man[somraj for all of you people who keep forgetting],the guy is a pretty decent drummer but for some reason at home and at practice he will be perfect but on stage he is a nervous wreck like he is getting the reports to find out if he has AIDS or not,i mean just before we would go on stage he would be in pieces,moving all around the back stage,shaking his sticks all the time,asking the others bout the layout of the songs,the counts and all,and almost on a regular basis he would jack up some song or another by missing a beat,losing his drumstick[not a chicken one] or just forgetting what to do in a song.He has screwed up in almost every show,but we should cut him some slack coz he is partly bihari.....
Then we had another screw up when we went to play at nicco park,we were playing the ever classic "Fear of the Dark"-Iron Maiden,and afzal did screw up the timing of one of the parts,but adil made up for it and we won the bloody competition ,we still were better than almost every other band,even after the screw up we were that damn good,so it really doesnt count as a screw up.
There was this show with me playing with pogo,gablu,eeessshhhkkkkyyyyy and sumitano dickhead!
yes sumitano was gonna SING?????yes oh yes he was,again we decided to play that good old stable STB song "Breaking the Law"-Judas Priest ,and man did we suck,i almost gave up halfway through the song when pogo decides to take it up a notch and he fucking dropped his drumstick yet again and we sounded crap,although we were placed like 12th out of 30 bands,we did get some respect coz gablu improvised and did a quite unique solo.By the way Sumits singin was really off man,as off as you waking your dad at 3 in the morning for some cola,oh wait nagu has already done that to his dad.
Then an infamous horlicks fest ,in fact 2 tales have to be told from this one fest which i attended twice,so the first time we went we had to fight with our Vice Princy Madar chod Wheatley didnt allow us to attend the fest but thanks to LJ Fuller ,our "distinguished" princi we could attend it that too on short notice,so when we did go to the show [all 6 of us] we were told we can go on stage with just 3 instruments.....so obviously guitar check,bass check,drum check,rhythm???? keyboard?????
ummm no way......so i said "fuck it i aint goin on stage to be a choir singin group"
babla and gablu did go,although afzal sang well,babla and gablu sang off scale and off tune......but thats what we get in a bachcha fest.
The 2nd time around the fest was attended by babla,nagu chintoo and me,adil couldnt attend coz he was one of the judges,so we and by we i mean adil made a kickass rap rock song "Godfather",which to tell you the truth is amazing,and we practiced our ass off for that song,made it amazing and we were gonna perform that one song and that song alone,then babla said "No we need another song",we did do "American Idiot"-Greenday but it wasnt good,so we decided to not do that,but play and extended version of Godfather,the day of the show came and we played Godfather,everyone liked it .....and i mean everyone ,we played the extended version and we rocked and kickass,then when we were about to go off stage,
Babla:And we have another song for you guys..........American Idiot
and he starts playing......nagu who has left the drums runs back to start playing,i had switched off the keyboard and now had to find me tones again,and i kid you not it was the Worst rendition of any song EVER!....not even fucking close to anything good.....and as usual nagu forgot the song and the timings and all....as usual....oh yeah i stopped playing halfway through the song coz i completely forgot it......
safe to say we didnt win.......
There was another show which out dear sir Hiland told us to go to,where we had to play one hindi song at least,so adil picked up that aadat song and we went to the show,man it was bad,firstly all the schools were those christian schools,they all brought their choirs,we were the only "band",when the competition did start they all sang choir songs with just one or 2 instruments,we guys were all the while cursing Hiland,who was busy flirting with all the girls possible,it was an anglo chinese paradise man,we went to play on stage with as usual our staple "Breaking the Law" and "Its my Life" which were good,but Aadat was so way off,only adil and babla were any good that day,afzal gablu nagu and i sucked ass BIG TIME
Recently we played at nagu's college,where a massive BETRAY happened,babla was supposed to play with us but at the last minute he said he couldnt play with us coz "Weaponshop" were gonna play there.......anyways Adil did compensate by making 3 songs in 2 days [they were decent songs] we also decided to play "Kryptonite"-3 Doors Down,where i would play the SOLO....yay.....but the person singing the song would be Momocha Furailatpam Sharma[i know the spellings all wrong] he is this seniors of nagu,and you dont get one word of what he says in English,as russel peters defines so well....
"dont say nothing bed".......check him out on youtube
The songs we played that day,well some of em were gay,as usual Momocha-da.....came up on stage for the final performance....he forgot the timings the words and people couldnt make head or tail of what he was singing
The other songs were sung by chintoo,and as usual nagu would screw up,chintoo screwed up,i also did screw up but people couldnt make out my faults......the best performer of that day was gujju on bass...
by the way babla's decision not to play with us is the first and most MASSIVE BETRAY!
Weaponshop did win the competition tied with another band.......BETRAY?
Now after 2 years of being on the music circuit i have hung up my "boots" "bags" and "keyboards",am quite pleased with all that i have been part with......oh the crazy good old days.......if only i really could go back.....i bet almost everyone thinks the same........by the way WEAPONSHOP ARE FUCKING AWESOME....i did go to one of their shows .....so do check em out if possible at all
PS:I know i took a long time to make this post,but i was very ill for a week.....just recovered.....so enjoy....
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