this website has been hacked...

two day ago, after the wimbledon finals were over and the French GP, i wrote about it on my blog. it was quite a long post as well but by night, the post disappeared. no, i'm not making it up. i thought it was my imagination at first then Ashlin (thank you) read it too, so it wasn't like the spider, this was real. i wonder how (or who...) this could have happened? i mean, unless someone deleted my post, there is no way this could have happened, right? there is just no logical explanation to this? so who is this unpaid editor for my blog? my guess is, its some sports journalist stealing my work! curse you ESPN wannabe!!!

well anyways....

just little more than a month and i'll be back home, back into the arms that fed me. i'll be hanging out with my childhood friends, chilling in places i grew up in, meeting the blogger kaki's (though i'm a little scared of the torture part...).

i need to start packing. i need to get myself a nice shirt and tie for graduation. my cousin will be coming with me, take her out, show her around leeds. spend some last quality times or should i say 'chill out' sessions with my buddies, Raj, Mohan, Mahesh. can't forget Sachi and Subha, Sachi is one hilarious man. Subha's cooking will indeed be missed. i definitely need to spen time with my housemates, Basil, C.G., Kumar and Raj (not the same as the earlier mentioned). oh yeah, maybe even friends who don't speak to me anymore, Sara. i mean, i don't have any pent up anger or misunderstandings with him, hope he comes around. call me sometime dude, we'll meet up.

now, the first thing i wanna see when i reach Malaysian soils is your sorry ass, Ricardo. i don't wanna hear excuses, work, car exploded, leg broken, none of those or i'll personally rip your balls off then go wash my hands with dettol and holy water! then we go have fun yeah, paint the town Tequila. have ourselves some Nasi Kandar, Roti Canai then we go party again, paint out faces again and end up eating Dim Sum for breakfast, sounds like pretty nasty date but i'm up for it, so long as you wear those leapard print thongs i love so much. then you can kick my nuts, call me a monkey's uncle and, send me home...