Cya

I can’t sleep.

No, really. What do you think it is dude? It’s been a while since there’s been anything new on this blog, so I might have to refresh your memory a bit.

You remember Blackout. And Whiteout. That was all on a Wednesday, a Wednesday that feels like a loooong time ago. The next day, classes ended and partying started. And nothing really says “no more lectures!” like Dave and Mich beating each other up.

Or Aasthaa wreaking havoc…

…and trying to cover it up.

Did I tell you there were crepes? Really, really good crepes. And not much sleep. And then REV the next night. The only place to go on a Friday night, cuz you never know who you’ll see there.

Hey there Sarah, it’s been a while

Other than that, it was the usual deal. Sumit, Mike, Ankur and Pauley couldn’t keep the girls off of them…

…and I couldn’t even get a conversation started.

Which is a good thing, because then there were exams to worry about. Although it’s funny (?) how given a week in advance to prepare, it’s only as you get closer and closer to the finals themselves that effort really kicks in. Or is that just me.

But in any case, all of that (hopefully) wrapped up alright, and about a week and a half later we did what any proper self-respecting Waterloo kids would do to celebrate: mount a stone lion and ride it at 1:30 in the morning.

Or was that just you Dan.

But if it’s crazyness you’re talkin about, you weren’t alone bro. I think we all had our share of losing it that night.

Except me, of course. That’s right, I was the level-headed one making sure everyone else had an awesome time.

Well, maybe.

We finished the night at 134 Columbia, about 15 of us left to say bye to at 5 in the morning.

It wasn’t easy walking home that night. In four months, you have some good times. You meet some new people and get to know the ones you already know better. You try new things and miss old friends, and then watch as they wreak havoc in Singapore. And France. And Switzerland. And Australia. And Germany. And… you fall in love. All over again. With an encyclopedia.

In any case, you walk home at 5 in the morning with a mess of feelings, deja-vu not being the least of em. Because I’ve been through this before. You’ve read through this before. Leaving Hyderabad was brutal, starting this term at Waterloo was depressing, and now here I am at the end of it telling you I’m not able to sleep.

But that’s exactly what makes it alright again. I don’t know what’s in store for this summer, but if both Hyderabad and Waterloo made things fun, then Seattle – I’m givin you a fair shot. I know there’s parts of this term that I may never get back, but I also know that you keep moving forward, confident that you’ll find the right path, while taking a second to stop and kiss the babies.

Yeah, by the way, I’m in Florida right now. I have a niece. I’m having a pretty sweet time. And I can buy a gun from the Wal-Mart down the street.

But I didn’t! Relax, I’ll show you what I’ve really been up to over here. And I’ll show you real soon. Don’t want you to go and lose sleep over it or anything

Blackout. Whiteout. Pass out.

I know Kung Fu.

Okay, so I don’t. But the guys from Team Ryouko do, along with Tae Kwon Do, Karate, Gymnastics, and a whole other mess of stuff that puts even Neo to shame. So it’s cool that they decided to show off their stuff Wednesday afternoon at the SLC.

Place was packed! I’ve never seen the SLC that full.

Luckily, I found a seat.

And people to hang out with.

Opening act was dancing. Lots and lots of dancing.

But yeah, crappy seats don’t make for good photography. I gave up picture-taking and just started watching after the blurry bhangra dancers shot.

(Side note: Ravi, they played “Hor Glassy”. You were missed)

Main event was pretty incredible. One of the guys on the martial arts team is a buddy of mine from elementary school and high school, and Allen and his crew really knew what they were doing. Rock on.

They called the whole show at SLC “Blackout”. I think it’s because they turned all the lights off. In the evening, they didn’t turn all the lights in the Bomber, so it looks like they called it “Whiteout” for different reasons…

Last night was the last day for our on-campus club, the Bomber, would be open this term, so they made it a theme night by lighting up the place with black lights and handing out white t-shirts with high-lighters so you could draw and be drawn on. They also stuck a lay on you depending on if you were single (green), undecided (yellow), taken (red), or desperate (blue).

I didn’t even have to ask, and got handed a blue lay right away. Go figure.

Anyway, the rest of the night can speak for itself.

Photography…

…french fries…

…drawing…

…drinking…

…and of course, flirting.

See ya next term, Bomber.

Phone fun

Rohit: Dude, our phones have cameras, but what’s the point?
Gary: You NEVER know…

Caption this!

See if you can figure out the story from this sequence of pre-Bomber shots…

Pictures to snowfalls

Tomorrow is the last day you can return new textbooks from the Waterloo bookstore, which means that it’s the first day of the last week of the first month of the semester before my last workterm of my first undergraduate degree.

In other words, time is flying by dude.

Time to start focusing on the important things, like finding an internship and scoring good marks at school. Well, after taking care of some wine, cheese, and photos of course.

Last Wednesday was our class photo night. The ingenious idea of Preya and Michele, we got together at their place to recap where in the world our classmates travelled to in 2004.

Derrick didn’t really need that Cowboy hat to explain his pictures from Argentina, but it probaby didn’t hurt to have that for Bomber. Waterloo’s best bar this side of Tim Horton’s held a Western night, with country dancing and everything. But all that came second to surprising everyone’s favourite Guyana Gal with cake for Bev’s birthday. Happy birthday Bevy!

Michelle’s dangerously good chocolate cake went well with whatever was already filling the table…

And as for the wine, well c’mon – how can you NOT have good wine at a party when you have an afficiando in attendance?

Having a fellow blogger in attendance doesn’t hurt either.

We got through about half the pictures when we realized that at the rate we were going, Derrick’s cowboy hat wasn’t gonna get put to much use. So, we called the picture night “to be continued” after the Europe pictures…

…and did would any self-respecting engineer would do: play in the snow.

And then stand in line for God knows how long, convincing ourselves that getting inside was SO worth it.

But hey, long waits make the time inside that much more worth it, right?

Right.

Cuz hey, you can’t really beat Bomber for the sheer fact you’ll never know who you’l bump into. Yes Dons, I miss you too.

We finished the school week, wrapped up at Bomber, and I took off to head to warm and sunny Toronto for the weekend.

Okay, maybe not THAT warm and sunny. At least Ma’s interior design inventions helped warm up the house a bit.

As if her (this is LIGHT YEARS beyond Curry in a Hurry!) cooking isn’t enough to do so.

Probably because she has the help of a dedicated junior chef.

Being at home really does bring out the best in me. Somewhere in between the good food…

…and random beatings with a rolling pin…

I achieve some sort of inner peace. Because hey, time might be flying by, but never so fast that we can’t say “What the… it’s 31 degrees in Singapore?!

I wonder if I can find any internships in Thailand. Or maybe the Bahamas…