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Mud


Old blog entry stirred you. I had to remove it. Now somebody else has stirred you, and you had to remove me, so I am posting it back. Fair is fair.

“I am having fun with Picasa2. Finally it feels good to be sick and in bed. Cheers.

For those wondering, I am stuck in bed for the past two days. And I hate being sick and stuck. But, as I was saying, things are looking brighter with a little help from this program. It lets you do stuff to pictures, arrange your library, bla bla bla.

I stink. T lying next to me on the other hand is nicely scented with a fresh sporty flavour. He is sleeping, I am not. He is healthy, I am not. He is sound, I am sane :) It’s like the complete contrast between the two of us.”  Posted by Picasa

Sad said self portrait


If anybody could see inside my mad self, they would probably see a door knob.  Posted by Picasa

Chicken (sh1t!) dissonance


I remember the chicken curry was quite stomach upsetting even from a distance. However, I find the colors rather attractive.  Posted by Picasa

Shame on the dirty minded


Reversed psychology  Posted by Picasa


Bogota, August 2005  Posted by Picasa


Bogota, August 2005  Posted by Picasa


Bogota, August 2005  Posted by Picasa

Dramatic turn not taken


I am left wondering why I am not dead in that car accident. Is it a higher meaning I am supposed to be finding in it? Instead I am fighting my piles of red tape and increased sexual appetite. Is life pure luck, or pure stupid?  Posted by Picasa

Confused happiness drowned in spirits


Don’t worry if you are not making any sense. Nor does anything else.  Posted by Picasa