Over Indian Pizza

Last entry was on the 17th December 2005. Woohoo!! I must have done well, that is living a life; one that is worthwhile enough to render blog entries to be the least of my priorities along with worrying when in the world I’m going to complete my education.

It is 1:30am and while I should be in bed catching some undeserved sleep, I figured I will sit my ass down and write just one more entry. That is, despite making promises that I will not blog till I’m back in Melbourne and when I’m stuck in the office.

It is such a revelation, to discover that despite having no evidence of human traffic, I do have friends who actually read my blog! It was an eventful evening spent with a special bunch of friends over some Indian pizza. Special because they are the gang I got to know through the internet during the good’O days where a stranger with a receding hair-line did not necessarily make him a pedophile. This gang is a bunch of characters better known by their nick-names where more important details such as birthdates and surnames are often taken for granted. We would probably meet up once every other time when I visit home and strangely gatherings would include dinner arrangements of roti-prata, this time, without exception but with an Italian twist.

Anyway, the point of it all is that in the spirit of discovering you had a long lost brother, it is a revelation that there are people I know out there that actually bother to read my entries. With that, this entry is for you. You know who you are.

Cheers