PHL
Went to mba class in the morning and sat through the most futile GD session in the history of mankind. half of the group came up with no points and a few self proclaimed 'geniuses' gave extremely pointless arguments which were very well countered.
To sum it up, it was a waste of time. I would rather have studied RDBMS.lolz
Moving on, spent the afternoon online and playing the guitar. Sariya's finally got broadband installed at his place and came online for the first time in the evening (almost everybody from x1 was online - the boys that is). He chalked out plans for the two of us to go watch the PHL match between the MARATHA WARRIORS and the HYDERABAD SULTANS. (Kinda lame names).
Anyways, the first 30 or so minutes proved to be intriguing with both teams scoring a goal each and we were,coincidentally, right behind the goal post when both were scored. Nice.
We were also lucky to be able to watch the penalty shootouts. Nice again.
My very first live hockey match. Wouldn't want to do it again though!!!
Cooked noodles and consuming the same along with Coke as I write this.
Mr. Bhardwaj thinks I've been probing into his computer. The only problem here is that I was with Sariya at the stadium when he says the alleged attack took place. Offcourse, this makes no difference to him. So be it then.
Check out Lake of Fire - originally done up by The Meat Puppets and covered by many artists including Nirvana
Lake of Fire
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to the lake of fire and fry
Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July
I knew a lady who came from Duluth
She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave just a little too soon
And she flew away howling on the yellow moon
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go down to the lake of fire and fry
Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July
Now the people cry and the people moan
And they look for a dry place to call their home
And try to find some place to rest their bones
While the angels and the devils try to make them their own
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go down to the lake of fire and fry
Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July
Peace
A.G
To sum it up, it was a waste of time. I would rather have studied RDBMS.lolz
Moving on, spent the afternoon online and playing the guitar. Sariya's finally got broadband installed at his place and came online for the first time in the evening (almost everybody from x1 was online - the boys that is). He chalked out plans for the two of us to go watch the PHL match between the MARATHA WARRIORS and the HYDERABAD SULTANS. (Kinda lame names).
Anyways, the first 30 or so minutes proved to be intriguing with both teams scoring a goal each and we were,coincidentally, right behind the goal post when both were scored. Nice.
We were also lucky to be able to watch the penalty shootouts. Nice again.
My very first live hockey match. Wouldn't want to do it again though!!!
Cooked noodles and consuming the same along with Coke as I write this.
Mr. Bhardwaj thinks I've been probing into his computer. The only problem here is that I was with Sariya at the stadium when he says the alleged attack took place. Offcourse, this makes no difference to him. So be it then.
Check out Lake of Fire - originally done up by The Meat Puppets and covered by many artists including Nirvana
Lake of Fire
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to the lake of fire and fry
Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July
I knew a lady who came from Duluth
She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave just a little too soon
And she flew away howling on the yellow moon
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go down to the lake of fire and fry
Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July
Now the people cry and the people moan
And they look for a dry place to call their home
And try to find some place to rest their bones
While the angels and the devils try to make them their own
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go down to the lake of fire and fry
Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July
Peace
A.G
Confessed by The Artful Dodger at 11:00 PM
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