I considered dropping it all to become a paparazzi. But then, i suck and dont have sufficient funds for equipment. Stupid pen camera.

Kajol

Mr Bachan and Kajol

Mr Oberoi

Mr Roshan on the extreme left.

Stupid blurred pics. Story like this. After an exceptional afternoon nap, i checked my msgs to find one from Nadia. She said she waiting at the Red carpet at Shaw House. Damn! i thought what a waste not to catch the Bollywood stars when they're here. Then again I might late already since it was 5 approaching 6 [Nadia was there from 3]. When i came, according to Nadia, i missed only someone by the name of Esha.[Maner aku tau dia siapa?] Then after that came Mr Oberoi, Mr Roshan then Kajol! Bloody battery went flat when Rani Mukerjee [HOT] arrived. Run around to get over priced batteries. [The man peeled the price tag infront of my face. Wtf] Then Preity Zinta came. She walked too fast to capture. Sigh. Then Dah. Hahaha Balik. There goes my hindustani paparazzi dreams. Waahah *Choke* [Btw All the Mr thing is coz i dont really know how to spell their name. Yeah.]

Argh.
Argh.
Argh.
Argh.
Everytime i look down.
Argh.
Its like firm/tough rubbery pudding.
Its growing.
Its vulgar somehow. Hahaha.
Its true that home provides a condusive environment for it to expand.
Not only my belly getting more belly-like, my cheeks chubbier.
Hai.
So much for swimming, badminton.
Dont even cycle anymore.
Hai..
Boredom sets in so much now that i am ready for bunjee jumping or sky-diving - to get that blood back in my brain.
Sigh.
Lack of excercise also increases sighing tendencies.
Sigh..

Sigh...
Pahlawan Penat. [As in restless]